My Luna is a Witch

12

Chapter 12

A week had passed by at school. It was another day when Scarlet woke up to get ready for school. She left her room to grab the books she had left on the couch yesterday. There she saw Xavier lying on his back, half of his posture drowning on the floor. His eyes were closed, slow rhythmic breathing—he looked uncomfortable. Scarlet was surprised to find him in the living room first thing in the morning.

She walked into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. While she was beating the grains of coffee, her gaze found Xavier’s presence again, ‘He has been acting a bit strange lately. I wonder what has been happening in his life lately.’ She thought.

She shrugged her shoulders and focused on making coffee, ‘It’s not like he shares anything when I ask him. I miss mom asking me “how was my day” when I used to get home.'

She turned to go back into her room with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands ---- she squealed, looking at Xavier right in front of her, staring into her soul. He looked somnolent. Xavier grabbed the cup of coffee from her hold, looked at her with drowsy eyes, and went back to the living room.

It took a second for Scarlet to realize what had happened, her heartbeat was back to normal, rapid again when she found this adrenaline to fight off Xavier first thing in the morning. Xavier was stretching his limbs, which were probably sore from last night.

“The least you can say is a Thank you,” Scarlet uttered with a resting b***h face.

Xavier looked at her for a solid ten seconds, raised the cup at her, and said, “Thanks for the coffee,” he sipped back on it and went back to stretching,

Scarlet brows raised in surprise at his actions, ‘No reaction? Something is wrong with him. Did he hit his head for real this time?’

Looking at Xavier’s cool response, she decided to give up the coffee and went back into her room to get changed for school. Exactly forty-five minutes later, she left her room, grabbed her back, and walked into the living room where, to her surprise, she found Xavier on the couch, sleeping. . .

She looked at her phone to check the time, her teeth clenched when she calculated that they'd get late even if Xavier got up at that instant to get ready. She walked closer to him, bent a little, her mouth close to his ear, she inhaled deeply before screaming into his ear, “Have you lost your mind? Get up!”

Xavier’s world rolled down, his eardrums shattered, and his eyes widened when he got up with a jerk. His wide eyes found Scarlet’s fiery ones, “Have you f*****g lost your mind?!” He yelled at her but she didn’t budge a little.

She crossed her arms on her chest. “Have you? Do you even realize what time it is?” She asked him.

Xavier gave her an annoyed look and pointed towards the main door, “Get out,” Two simple words and his back found the comfort of the couch again.

“It’s not the weekend, Xavier. School is important. Get up. We can still make it somehow if you just get up now,” she said.

Xavier opened his eyes— sat in a short sitting position, his eyes burning holes in Scarlet's forehead, “I’m not going.” He got up lazily, wiped his hand on his jeans, grabbed the cup of coffee, and walked to his room in silence.

“What do you mean by not going? Didn’t you hear me? School is important.” She didn’t give up and walked behind him.

Xavier didn’t turn to give her a reply and said in a hoarse tone, “Leave, Scarlet.”

Scarlet walked in front of him, blocking him from going into his room, “You’ll skip one day and then you’ll skip three days in a week and there will be a point when you’ll just decide to drop out from school and I can’t let you do that,” She put both of her hands in the airways sidewise acting like a barrier to not let him in his room.

Xavier’s hair was messy, eyes red— his lips twitched in annoyance, a vein popping out from his forehead, he pressed his lips before speaking, “And who made you the f*****g in charge?” He asked.

“Your parents. They have always put me in charge of your academic life,” She uttered in confidence. Xavier looked left to his right, behind him, and then looked back at her.

“I don’t see them here, do you? And didn’t we agree to not let the pack’s life, rules, and regulations have an impact on the time we spend in the human world?”

Scarlet was down by one score. “B-But school is important. I can’t let you skip,” She mumbled, tasting the words, checking if they were sounding right. Why was she so hell-bent on sending him to school?

Something snapped in Xavier’s brain. He threw the cup of coffee on the floor, shattering it into a million pieces. The liquid spread all over the floor, rushing towards Scarlet’s feet. She got too surprised to act or say anything.

“Stop acting like my mother for f*****g f*****g sake! You’re not her substitute and stay out of my life. Do you understand?” He roared.

Scarlet’s eyes widened at his actions. Her lips thinned, and the muscles in her cheek twitched. She bit her lips to hide her annoyance and looked around at the mess he created. She took a step towards him, challenging him with her eyes.

“Clean the mess and get ready for school,” She ordered him, her voice getting heavy with every passing second.

Xavier laughed sarcastically and leaned closer, “Do you wanna die?” he asked,

Something in Scarlet snapped. Xavier was surprised to see her Iris turning into a shade of crimson red. He couldn’t help but drown in them. Slowly, everything in his mind faded away and his sole focus was drowning in the crimson hole.

“Clean the mess and get ready,” Her words stuck into his head. A sharp pain passed through his brain, his vision became foggy, and his mind became numb. His legs made him walk into the kitchen and grab the cleaning supplies, he cleaned the whole mess he created, wiped down the floor, picked up the pieces of the cup, and disposed of them. All this time, Scarlet's eyes were fixed on him, watching him.

The moment he was done and walked to his room, the trance broke, and he returned to his senses. Xavier acknowledged what he had just done. He bolted out of the room, his mind fogged with rage.

“What the f**k was that? How did you—” His sentence was cut short when he saw Scarlet on the living room floor, blood on her lips and chin— unconscious.