Conflicted Eyes, Confusing Feelings | Complete

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Sometimes a person's silence means "I'm tired of explaining to people who will never care to understand."

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The next few days didn't seize to piss Xander off. Attempting to confront Carter to clarify/discuss what he'd seen the previous night when he barged in on him and Sage was harder than Xander thought, especially since he knew that Carter was purposefully avoiding him.

What irritated Xander even more was the fact that he didn't even get to kiss Sage. Just as he was about to was when his idiotic best friend barged in. However, for Carter to discover them in such a compromising position was a thousand times better than if Carlos had; that would have been even more troublesome.

But then again, Carlos seldom hung out at Xander's house. Anna strictly forbade it.

And furthermore, Xander would never let Carlos lay a hand on even one strand of hair on Sage's head, as sloppy as that sounded.

After a long day of school, Xander couldn't have been happier to see his car waiting for him in the parking lot. His relief morphed into surprise, though, when he caught sight of a tall, dark-haired boy leaning against it.

Had it been a normal bastard leaning against his car, Xander wouldn't have an issue lashing out at them, but he didn't, because seeing that the person there was not only familiar, but caught Xander completely off-guard.

He clearly hadn't seen the light of a shave in weeks, as could be told by the strips of jagged hairs that grew haphazardly down his sideburns and coagulated at his chin, all of which added to his rugged look. Attired in nothing but a crimped, black T-shirt ordained with a fiery skull, dark denim jeans, and his classical leather boots, he stood on a height of 6ft 4 inches, towering over everyone and everything with a scowl that seemed to be permanently fixed onto his angular face.

His chocolate brown eyes were down on his phone screen, which was a rare thing to see. Usually, he would be forcing his tongue down some girl's throat, or threatening the shit out of some kid. When Xander neared, Carlos immediately glanced up, his narrowed eyes only remaining in that condition until they fell on Xander, at which he then lifted a brow, as he did ever so often.

"Ei." Xander nonchalantly greeted him in Portuguese as he proceeded to unlock his car and toss his gym bag inside. Carlos's threatening look softened into a smirk, and he proceeded to cross his skull-tatted arms across his chest. "Didn't expect to see you here?"

"Jeff let me off a week early. Good behaviour," he told Xander with a slight scoff. Jeff was Carlos's probation officer, the one that was assigned to him after he was brought to juvie again. "Although itfücking sucks to be back in this hell hole, it's better than community service." he scowled at the memory.

Xander snorted. He too had almost had issues with the law, but regarding 'simple' acts such as breaking red lights now and then; nothing too extreme to be thrown in a juvenile center, unlike Carlos. From school suspensions to run-in with the law for battery, arson attempt, and now vandalism, Carlos did it all. Knowing Carlos though, he couldn't have cared less. The only thing that mattered to him was his position as football captain, and even when he messed up and Coach Bexley was ready to kick him off the team, Carlos always had a way to convince him otherwise.

"Why'd you get in this time? Threatening someone?"

"Nope." Carlos twisted his lips to the side as he crossed his arm, but that stoic demeanor faded as his smirk came to play, as though he was proud of what he was about to say. "Vandalism. I had to trash some bastard's car for talking trash about Maria, sim? And I would'vefücked with his face too if he didn't call the cops like a püssy."