Chapter 7
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Xavion licked his lower and I had to look away because it felt so forbidden to look at him doing that. I swallowed hard and tried to calm myself down.
I stood up and walked to the terrace of the room, overlooking the dark forest while everyone is having a nice party by the poolside. This is college. I can’t believe I am already here. It seems like yesterday since I was still being walked by my father to my classroom in preschool. Now, I’m finally in my college. A lot closer to my dream.
“What are you thinking?” Xavion walked up and stayed beside me. “Are you okay?”
I sighed and rolled my eyes because I thought he would leave already. “Why are you still here? Don’t you have to be with your…friends?”
Does he even have friends? I always saw him alone while walking in the corridors or when I see him eating. He is always alone and I knew that it’s because everyone is scared of him. The idea of him not having friends hasn’t really come into my mind.
“I don’t like being in a crowded place,” he replied. “And I don’t have any friends.”
I raised my brow as I looked his way. “You don’t have friends?” I asked, almost in disbelief. That is actually baffling. I have never really met a person without any friends. Even an introvert like me has a friend.
He chuckled and shrugged before leaning on the railings of the terrace. “I don’t think I need to be friends with anyone.” He sounded serious even when he’s chuckling.
“I don’t believe that you never had a friend in your whole life…”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe one but it didn’t last.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. Now, I am curious. “Why? What happened?” I didn’t mean to ask him that. I feel like I am suddenly intruding into a foreign and private territory.
He smiled weakly and I could see the sudden sadness in his eyes. “It just didn’t work,” he replied vaguely. “Besides, that happened way, way back. I don’t even remember it anymore.”
I pressed my lips together. I don’t believe him but I didn’t want to pressure him into telling me if he doesn’t want to. It’s not like I am his friend or anything.
“Anyway, do you want a drink?” he asked me.
I raised my brow. “I haven’t gotten drunk in my life,” I confessed.
He blinked at him. “Are you for real?” he asked like he doesn’t want to believe what I just said. “What have you been doing all your life?”
I shrugged. “Studying,” I replied. “Like you, I don’t have a lot of friends, too.”
He smiled meaningfully. “I am actually surprised that your parents allowed you to come here, then. You’re such a nerd, Anjelina.”
I frowned at him. I hate it when people call me names. I am not a nerd. Nerds love books. I don’t. And it’s not that the word nerd is bad. “I’m not a nerd.”
He grinned. “Fine,” he replied as he took out his phone from his pocket. “Well, I’ll get you some nice beer for your first drink…” he said before dialing a number on his phone.
I furrowed my brows as I watched him talk to someone on the phone.
“Please get me two bottles of Corona,” he ordered. “I am on the terrace of the master’s bedroom.” His voice was stern and authoritative. “Give it to me in two minutes.” And then he hung up.
I arched my brow. “Who was that?” I asked as I saw him putting his phone back inside his pocket.
He shrugged. “My slave for the week,” he replied.
“Slave?” I asked. “Are you a kid? Why would you treat someone as your slave?”
Xavion smirked before shrugging. “It’s not my fault that they treat me as their master. It’s not my fault that they are scared of me,” he replied before narrowing his eyes on me. “Which makes me wonder…” he trailed. “Are you not scared of me now?”
I swallowed before looking away. “I am not,” I replied dishonestly. “Why would I be scared of you? You’re not even that scary to me.”
To be honest, contrary to the stories that I am hearing from Synne and Keshia, Xavion doesn’t seem to be that scary. He’s just a little intimidating but going back on how he treated my wound a while ago and how he saved me from the guy who f****d a woman in the bathroom, I think he’s not that bad. Maybe I was right. Maybe there was really something more to him than what is shown on the surface.
He grinned, looking so proud that I am not scared of him. “I am happy that there’s someone in the campus who’s not scared of me,” he said. “I hope you won’t ignore me when we meet along the corridors.”
My eyes widened. “I am not ignoring you!”
He raised his brow. “Really? You are always itching to leave whenever I talk to you.”
I pursed my lips. “That’s because I don’t like it when people watch my every move,” I retorted. “Everyone thinks I am weird whenever you talk to me.”
“Why?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Are you seriously asking me, Xavion? You’re the master of the whole campus. Everyone is scared of you and no one has any guts to come up to you to talk and there you are talking to some random freshman girl—”
“Who said you’re a random freshman girl?” he asked, cutting me off.
I stopped, baffled and taken aback. “Huh?”
He smirked. “You are Anjelina Guzman, the only daughter, and heiress to the Guzman power plant. What’s so random about that? Your family is one of the wealthiest and most powerful in Nevada.”
My lips parted. “How did you know that?” I asked him. “Did you check my background?”
He shrugged, choosing not to give me an answer.
“Is that why you know my name?”
He smiled. “Maybe?” He was teasing me and I am already slowly beginning to get annoyed at him.
I was about to scold him when we both heard someone knocking on the door.
“That must be our drinks,” he stated, shifting the topic. “I’ll go get them,” he told me before walking to the door. He closed it even though I haven’t seen who his slave was.
He walked back to me and handed me a bottle of beer. “That’s the lightest they have. Unless you prefer to have some whisky or rum?”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” I mumbled as I took the bottle and stared at it. I tried to take a sip and my face immediately contorted when the strong bitter, acidic taste reached my throat. I coughed.
“Hey, easy…” Xavion said before handing me a handkerchief.
“I’m fine,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “What the f**k is this taste?”
Xavion laughed at my reaction. “You’ll get used to the taste,” he told me. “Don’t worry…” he drank from his bottle smoothly and calmly. “Do you smoke?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Good,” he replied. “I don’t like women who smoke.”
I narrowed my eyes in confusion but immediately shrugged it off and just drank on my bottle, too. This time, it went well.
“See?” Xavion said, a little proud that I was able to finally have my first sip on my beer. “It’s not that bad.
I shrugged and took another shot. He’s right. It’s not that bad. And maybe I would get addicted to it soon. It still tastes bitter but it’s kind of okay now. I probably would like to have my second bottle after this.
Xavion chuckled before shaking his head. “Cute,” he muttered under his breath and I am not sure if that is what he really said but my heart skipped a beat just now.
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