Xavier's P.O.V.
"Oh sorry." She speaks.
I think it's Semira, she looks like the person who fell into the bathroom.
"Semira?" I ask.
She stares at me for a moment, fighting her own thoughts. Finally she gives in and nods, a small sniffle follows.
I needed to take this moment. I needed to redeem myself.
"Hal and I aren't together." I blurt out. "He was just helping me. I promise." I say with intensity.
She saunters to a nearby set of lockers and sits down, her back against them and her elbows resting on her tired knees.
"Hal's right. I do doubt myself too much. Look at where it's gotten me." She softly says, head hanging. In this moment I noticed she had similar hair to Hal, brown and curly.
"Wait, you heard everythin
Xavier's P.O.V.I stop all of a sudden. My legs are heavy and my heart is throbbing. My throat feels dry. I take out my phone and check the time. Second period is almost finished which means the next session will start and a wave of students will fill the halls. It's going to be hard finding Cole in the sea of people that is about to erupt.'Remember the spot?' The voice chimed.What spot?'The second day you came to this school.'Oh, I remember. Didn't Cole say that that was his spot as well?'He did indeed.' I could imagine a cheeky grin from the voice as it spoke this.I walk outside the building. It's kind of chilly outside.I look up and see the grey clouds.Rain.I try to remember where the spot was.
Xavier's P.O.V."Don't be sorry Cole." I say softly, laying the side of my head against his chest.I gently hold his arm and inspect his cuts and bruises with a concerning eye."Ow." He winces as I accidentally press too hard on a bruise."I'm sorry." I quickly step back."It's okay." He replies.We don't say anything."Did you do these to yourself?" I ask, dreading the answer I presume he will utter. It seems like a lifetime before he does anything. Imagining Cole harming himself would hurt me ten times more.Cole's expression changes."No Xavier, I would never do this to myself, knowing how much I would hurt you if I did." He replies.I exhale a sigh of relief but worry still consume
Xavier's P.O.V.We both decide to ditch the rest of the school day. I thank Hal for his help. We say we will stay in touch. Semira also chimes in and is grateful for my help. I actually helped somone.Cole and I lock arms and head to his sister's car."Where's your car?" I ask."Oh, it's over there." He points to a broken down car."Oh yeah." I respond.I let go of his arm and enter the car.I feel like crying. I can't believe all that shit we both went through was over. Only good times to come, I hope."You know what you need?" Cole smirks at me.I chuckle."What?"He sticks the key in the ignition and looks back towards me, his eyes narrow.I don't kno
Xavier's P.O.V."Boys!""Boys!""Cole?"I open my eyes, they feel so heavy. I blink a couple of times to get used to the light."Xavier? Cole?" Cole's mother's voice echoes from the stairs as I hear her heading towards Cole's room. I look around, my mind is as sharp as it should be when I just wake up. I see Cole next to me, sleeping peacefully. His body in a sort of star fish position. He has no shirt on. I look at myself, I also don't have a shirt. I lift up the blankets and see we both have no pants on either."Shit." I mutter through a stifled laugh."Guys, I'm coming in," I hear Cole's mum call from outside. Panic sets in, she can't see us like this. I quickly push Cole off the bed, making it look like we hadn't sleep together. I then pull the blankets up to c
Xavier's P.O.V.I get out of the shower, dry myself and head back into the bedroom to see Cole sitting on the bed in a black tank-top and black skinny jeans. His toned arms and legs on show. I blush at the sight."You can go have a shower now." I tell him, avoiding his gaze whilst folding the dirty towel and placing it in the corner so I could put in the wash later."Nah it's all good. I'll have one when we get back." He says chucking his phone to the side of him and falling back onto the bed, his arms behind his head."So are you having a treatment today?" He casually asks. His tone kind of irritates me, but I wasn't sure whether I was annoyed at him or at my illness. I decide to throw the idea away."Uh, yeah I guess." I reply, laying across Cole's body in the opposite direction, so the back of me was rest
Cole's P.O.V.I watch Xavier enter the building. His little body in this huge, grey towering building. My heart breaks and beats for him.All of a sudden, my mind screams at me, no, it begs me. I need to show him how much he means, before it's too late. Wait, it won't ever be too late, he'll be cured and we can live out our lives together. Get out of this God forsaken town and go somewhere fascinating. Italy, France, anywhere. We can grow our own fruits and vegetables, pick strawberries by day and seductively eat them at night by the romantic moonlight.Yes, that is what will happen. I know it. I need to show him now though. I pull my mind out of this fantasy and remember it's the last day of school.I shake my head.One day is all I need, to create a memory that will last a lifetime.I decide to ditch school. My stoma
Cole's P.O.V.I tear my mind away from these dangerous thoughts and took in my surrondings."A music store..." I exhale in wonderment. Xavier and music huh? Why did I never know this? It hurt a little and only made those dangerous thoughts stronger. "Come." Hal smiled and walked into the store.Instruments were hung and some were laid on the floor. I saw a drum set and was instantly taken back to my childhood. I stopped and just admired them. Hal noticed and stood next to me, he had a lopsided smile playing on his face."Are you a drummer?" He asks, hands in his pockets. I raise my eyebrows. "I thought I was going to be." I admit. I look back up at Hal, my heart pounds a little faster. He turns his head to the drums. "Not too late." With that he continues strolling down the aisle leaving me feeling a whirlpool of emotions I've never felt before. It scared me.I didn't know if I was just phsyically attracted
Cole's P.O.V.I wake up feeling excited, butterflies swirl in my stomach. I creep out of bed carefuly, trying not to pulll the blankets off Xavier's sleeping body.I walk into the bathroom and freshen up, it's been two weeks coming. Today, is going to be Xavier's day. His condition is deteriorating. Each day that he wakes up, his jaw becomes more defined and his face hollow. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and stare at this deathly person before me. His skin is getting as white as the moon that shines in our bedroom at night and illuminates his ghostly face.On the outside, he wasn't the Xavier I knew and it hurt me that I could find him resistable. It really hurt.Sometimes I my eyes will open and my heart would leap into my mouth.Is he dead? I keep on asking myself at night when I wak