All Chapters of Devin Or Xavier : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Devin didn't struggle to get out of my grip as I hit him one last time. One last time not because I was tired but because of the noise coming from the second hall. The rowdiness of the room caught my attention and left me wondering what had happened. Why does he have this annoying smirk on his face whenever we are fighting? I paused and released him, turning my face in the direction to see what was happening. At that point, the anger in me vanished as I remembered I hadn't found Emily. "Damn." I quickly took hastened steps to the hallway, leaving Devin behind. Devin stood for a while trying to stretch before walking behind me with a smirk on his face. The noise was of people making fun, screaming, and laughing. I swayed my body in the crowd till I got to where some people gathered. I looked over the shoulder of one of the guys laughing and saw Emily on the floor. What was she doing on the floor without her clothes? Is this supposed to be my point of d

DEVIN'S POV The smell of coffee permeated the air. After getting home, I needed to drink something hot so I brewed coffee. I loathed having to leave Nigel but I had to if I didn't want to be charged with murder. He irked me and I sincerely wished I killed him. He hurt Emily and that was beyond painful. I hated seeing her cry, it made me feel this weird sensational pain like my chest was being squeezed. "Emotions sucks" I muttered. I took a sip of coffee from the cup and dropped it on a small table by my side. My house was not the exact luxurious house boys my age lived in but it was comfortable enough. I had about two faux fur couches, a small table, dining made for four, and a space I carved for exercises. I didn't need a mansion before having my small personal gymnasium. My rent expires in two days and I still had no idea how to get the cash I needed. Life wasn't getting any easier but I wasn't about to back down. I ran my hands through my hair, th

I needed to see Emily. I stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell. I took a deep breath, waiting for an answer. Shortly after, a lady opened the door. She was the replica of Emily and so I knew she was Emily's mom. "Hi, can I help you?" She asked the moment she saw me. Now I know I shouldn't have worn something other than this 49ers shirt, now she won't stop staring at my muscled arm with scars. "Yeah, uh... I was wondering if I could see Xavier, we're friends from school," I managed to finish.She stood by the door frame giving me a blank stare as if analyzing me. "Oh," she muttered. My son isn't feeling too well, I don't think he wants to entertain visitors." "Yeah, he texted me." I wasn't sure what else to say, she looked like she was keen on not letting me in. "Can I come in?" I asked raising an eyebrow and looking inside, I mean that's supposed to be how you welcome a guest. "Sure," she replied and gestured me in. "I was tak

I woke up feeling slightly tired. Last night was a long night with bad dreams having me wake up at intervals. Saturdays are always stressful with mom asking me to help her out in her small garden. I pushed the blanket out of my face and yawned, I turned to the side of my bed and found Xavier’s bed empty. Lord knows how tough it has been for me since that night. I’ve tried to see if I can remember the details of what really happened but all I remember is getting drunk, I do not want to keep thinking of it, it's crazy that whenever I try to remember, it's Xavier's fuming eyes and the way he carried me I can remember. I also remember Devin's cologne and his arms wrapped around me. I can't seem to think of anything else. I finally got the courage to leave my room since I woke up. I have to help mom in the garden, she loves it when I do. I'm sure she must have begun before I get there but I can join her in making breakfast. I get my robe and wore it over my single

Xavier knows how to ask the most annoying questions. I wasn't even sneaking around, I just wanted to check what it was. He was the one sneaking around and stalking me. I flung open the door and turned to my bed. I forced my eyes to close, I was trying hard to sleep but the moment I opened my eyes, I met Xavier's stare on me. His eyes were fixed on my face and I just fretted. A furrow appeared on my forehead but he didn't move, he just kept staring. I wasn't looking attractive, I knew because I was always conscious whenever he was close to me. I still had dark circles beneath my eyes because I cried for nothing earlier today. I wouldn't really say it was nothing, my feelings can't be regarded as nothing. I just had a mood swing that got triggered by speaking to James. Why the hell is Xavier staring at me like that? "Cunt," I cussed in an undertone. I used my blanket to cover my face and shortly after that, I fell asleep under the blanket. Now I was d