HER

Part 4

We are on the donation room. This is the part of the school wherein a couple of storages from old stuffs down to clothes. There was only one available room for changing since the other one was full of sorts. I've dressed up in a gray seam jacket paired with sky blue and white pencil skirt and blue tank top as I rummaged in one of the boxes. I took out a black shirt and a pair of black jeans as well.

Macy Auburn is an ordinary freshman taking up psychology. She is a good girl with straight A's in most classes. She constantly bid her apologies to Xavier about the spilled drink where Xavier said dismissively it's fine and it can't be of help.

As I whipped my head, I came face to face with Xavier Dawn himself.

"Thanks for earlier." Warmth spread all over my cheeks. My heart pounded fast and I didn't notice that I was holding my breath.

He was half-naked.

I closed my eyes and looked away, then handed the clothes he seemed fitting to wear. From the corner of my eye, I caught his smirking face, as he took the clothes from me. He responded with " As long as you can't visionalized me as a trashcan then all is well."

I ignored his smirk as I went over to the mirror to fix my hair. They were jet black, long, and straight. I hadn't been to a hair salon since Tria passed away. We always did things together. Even the smallest things, never left unnoticed. She was my sister, my backbone, and in times of trouble, my partner in crime. It is so sad why she had to be the first to go away.

Xavier followed me. He leaned by the locker room which was situated behind me. He just watched me turn my hair into a ponytail. His muscle flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest. Boldly gazing as I did my hair up.

There. That stare.

My hands started to tremble but I did my best to ignore him and continue to put some gel on my hair, at the sides-slipping that little hair at the back of my ears, and also at the bottom part of it.

I didn't dare look at him for the fear that I might go as red as a tomato. I kept a straight face.

He was handsome as I said, sexy too. With those six-pack abs, he could drive any girls insane. Ladies craved for that kind of boy bundle and Xavier is like a priceless package on display. If some girl would have been wandering in the Donation room she would be the first one to get Xavier Dawn out of stock.

"Hey." I felt a sudden tug at the edge of my skirt. That small action left me breathless. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing.

He hadn't changed yet. His t-shirt lay on the bench but he wore his jeans alright. Those are some nice looking jeans, it hugged his bottom very well. His voice calm like a whisper, "Cassy..."

Gahd, why am I'm sexually turned on by the way he said my name?

It is the first time he called me by my name. My cheeks reddened at how erotic his baritone was, they were low and casually melodic.

"Hm?" I whipped my head and realized I came too close. Another step forward and I would be this close to kissing him.

Isn't it a little hot in here?

He took hold of my hands, a lush of sensation dissipated across my body. He pressed his thumb on one of my wrists and it slipped out the jacket, revealing the lines of knife slices and stitches. This action alone sent fire on my body, giving me tingles everywhere.

His face concentrated on the wounds, slices on my wrists. His face crestfallen, " What the-."

I flicked my hands off him pretending he didn't just saw what I think he saw. I moved around him to reach for his shirt, lifted it and hand it over him the second time wordlessly.