Chapter 4

Xander's POV 

It's been three days since the incident at prom yet I am unable to get it out of my mind.

It’s not an attraction to her.

It’s the fear that what happened might destroy the healthy, strong bond we’ve built.

Melissa knew of the promises yet she broke them without thinking twice.

And I hate how good it felt, because now I fear that I might cross the lines if I am ever alone with her.

And that's why I'll be keeping my distance away from her for as long as I can. 

Plus, I have a broken relationship to fix–more like a broken talking stage though.

I wonder if Tricia is still pissed about the rumor being spread. 

I sigh deeply, adjusting my white shirt and gift bag in hand as I approach her apartment.

The door is slightly open and that instantly makes my pulse quicken.

‘Did a thief break in?’ I wonder and the thought of that happening made me charge in, ready to protect my girl.

But the living room looked rather peaceful to have a thief around.

The air smelled like cookies and wine, and it looked like her parents and siblings weren't home.

However, I notice a jean jacket and a rumpled dress on the couch. 

‘She probably went shopping’ I assumed as I moved further into the house. 

Driving my hands into my hair, I move further into the passageway, ignoring the faint sounds lingering in my ear.

The sounds grow from soft faint to defined. 

I quirk a brow, “Why's Tricia moaning so much?” I ask myself, concluding immediately that she must be touching herself.

Hastening my steps, I quickly arrive at the room but the scene I meet almost threatens to rip my heart out of my body.

Tricia wasn't touching herself.

She was having sex and it was with no one else but my fucking rival at sports!

 The gift bag drops to the floor with a loud crash and they both realize my presence.

But they don't stop. 

Tricia’s eyes widen as Rex thrusts himself into her from behind. And the look she gives me is far from remorse, she looks like she's about to come.

That makes my blood boil.

“Don't stop, fuck!” She moans as her eyes roll back.

Rex groans, cupping Tricia's ass and the sight of it sickens me to my stomach.

Tricia finally comes and that's when they both stop.

“You said you were mad at me, you didn't say you were done with me Tricia.” I grit out, fighting the urge to not launch blows at Rex.

Tricia gets off the bed, wrapping the duvet around her body as she comes towards me.

“I'm no longer mad at you baby, we're even now.” She says, attempting to touch me but I brush her hand.

What makes this so painful is how Tricia had always lied about having trauma linked to sex. But she literally gave herself to Rex in front of me!

“Are you fucking nuts?!” I ask, my hands balling into fists.

“You really threw us away…over that one mistake?” I frown.

Tricia rolls her eyes, “You're overreacting. Plus, it's just sex, and then Rex is a better upgrade from you.”

A loud, bitter laugh escapes my lips, “You made me spend all my allowance on you before leaving me? I even had dinner reservations for both of us at the most expensive restaurant tonight and you're doing this?” 

Rex’s chuckling tears through the room.

“Go home little boy, I got enough money to take care of my new girl,” He mocks and Tricia grins.

My heart is palpating with pain and I feel even worse with every breath I take.

I charge out of the house, walking as fast as my legs can carry me because the last thing I'd hate is to break down before I get home.

I thought guilt was the worst feeling. Turns out humiliation hurts even more. 

The drive back home is the most difficult drive ever. At every spin of the wheel, the memory of Rex making Tricia come replays in my mind and it fucks me up.

This is all my fault.

I shouldn't have let Melissa touch me but even then, is it fair that Tricia sleeps with my rival just to get her lick back? 

Fuck.

This is messed up.

I soon arrive home, ignoring my mother's demand to have dinner. All I want to do is have a cold shower and sleep off.

And maybe never wake up.

After slipping out of my shirt, a familiar rosy scent wafts through my nostrils.

That scent belongs to only one person, and the thought of them makes my jaws clench.

I glance over my shoulders, spotting a feminine figure leaning over my door.

Her blue eyes look lost, like they're searching for comfort in mine.

“What the fuck do you want now?” I snap, zipping my pants, though my upper body is naked.

“Listen, we have to fix this…I know, I haven't talked to you in days but–”

“You already ruined my relationship and our friendship. What else do you want?” I cut her off mid-sentence, unable to hide my annoyance.

Melissa gasps, “Tricia broke up with you?”

I turned my gaze away from her, “Get out of here Melissa, leave me alone.”

“I'm so sorry Xander.” Her soft voice comes from behind me, and the memory of her taking me creeps into my mind.

And as much as it pisses me off, it creates a bulge in my lower body.

I stride towards my bathroom, “Melissa, leave now.” 

“No, I can't. My parents are on vacation so I'm staying with you guys for now. That's why we have to fix our differences before anyone finds out,” She explains.

I halt in my tracks, wanting to turn back but instead I grab my towel from the wardrobe in front of me.

“There's nothing to fix. I'm not talking to you, period.” I state.

“What can I do that'll resolve this? I can't lose you Xander,” She insists.

Upon hearing that, the only thing that comes to mind is what ruined us in the first place.

The first I assume to be a mistake, the second? definitely won't be.

And I can't afford ruining our relationship any further, especially not after Tricia left me. 

It will prove the rumors right–that I'm fucking my best friend behind closed doors.

“Melissa, leave my room.”

“Or else what?” 

I inhale deeply, forcing my hands to stay at my sides.

If she says one more word, I won't be able to stop myself.