"No, I can't. Sorry Xander but I'd like to live with Greta. If you are trying to separate me from her then your plan isn't succeeding. I just can't abandon the woman who brought me from the orphanage and provided all the basic needs for me." she looked away, upset at Xander's intentions.
"F.. I want you next to me because we don't know when your powers may activate. Its might be dangerous and am the only one who can help you controlling it," he almost cursed, and spoke in annoyance. "Fine then, you'll hurt this woman with your powers, she'll get scared of you and abandon you," he said coldly.
"No. I won't.." she stubbornly said.
"You can do what you want pig headed human, she is not even your real mum, she's pretending to love you," his statement made the girl fume with anger and she lunged at him, who was standing close to the bathtub. Just a few inches away, she slid because the floor was wet. She toppled on him and in the next moment, they landed into the bathtub with water.
The water splashed on the floor, because of the sudden pressure. Trying to stand up because of her embarrassment, she couldn't. Xander's firm grip was on her waist, "Are you alright?" he asked softly. 'Why is he always so cautious and gentle with me? I should be the one asking that question because am on top of him,' she thought, as she observed his face. "X..X...Xander, you can let go of me now, am fine, thank you,"
"I will only let go if you apologize to me Buttercup," he said seriously, without even smiling. "Am sorry, but Xander, my second name isn't Buttercup but Bexley," she whispered and they stood up, as more water dripped on the floor.
"I know," came his short reply. "I will call you what I want because you just seem like a little Buttercup. Tell me, why did you come at me like that, did you want to kick me? Next time don't try that, look now what you did. Thanks to you I will be going home feeling cold and uncomfortable," Now that his power was restricted by the green necklace, he felt more human and a bit cold.
"Am sorry, I will control my tantrum. I don't know why emotions are taking the better part of me now. Before someone would even shame and slap me but I would remain quiet. I think.. am changing," she said. "Stay here, let me look for my big shirts, and pants for you to wear." she opened the bathroom door and entered her room. She found a big bag under her bed and pulled it. When she opened it, she found her old clothes that Greta replaced, she took her biggest blue shirt and sweatpants.
She handed them to Xander, to receive a hard glare instead. "Those clothes won't fit me," he said by just looking at them. Her clothes didn't look girly at all but small yet big for her. "At least try them on first," she told him and he sighed. She hurried out of the room so that he wouldn't change in front of her. After a moment, Mia heard something rip, and she knocked the door slowly to receive no answer from him. She opened it to see him stuck halfway with her shirt torn into half, he was frowning like a toddler whose toy had been stolen. Seeing his face, she couldn't help but to burst into laughter. "Xany, Why are you making that adorable face," she blurted without thinking twice, that had the guy to lift his eyebrows, seeing her angelic smile. "Who is Xany, and am not adorable," he said clearly displeased. Her sweatpants reached above his ankles and it was a bit tight for him. "Whoah, you are so muscular that my clothes can't fit you," she widened her eyes.
"As you can see clearly Mia Bexley, your clothes can't handle my biceps and muscular torso. Your big clothes are small for me because you are just a tiny buttercup," he emphasized on her two names. "Guess I will wear my wet shirt on my way home. I shall come for you after school," Before Mia could object, the man had already gone through the window. She wore her pajamas and went to sleep.
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Next morning was as usual, woken up by an alarm, she took a warm steamy shower. Greta was already gone as Mia had knocked repeatedly on her door but no one opened. She took breakfast, and a car honked outside. Zane came inside with the brightest smile, his green eyes glinting. "I missed you cookie," he hugged Mia tightly. Cookie was the nickname he gave to her since they became friends. "I missed you too Zane, how was your date with Raquel?" she asked him feeling a little bad she was a third wheeling every time when she was around them. "I..I..good," his high spirits suddenly fell. Obviously something went wrong and Mia noticed this because of the way his attitude changed. Her best friend was someone cheerful all the time, unless something serious happened. As expected, Zane carried her bag and they entered Raquel's car to find her seated at the front. "Hi Raquel," Mia greeted her to receive no response. The driver drove off and they were all as gobsmacked as a rock. "Zane and Raquel, I missed you so much during the weekend. I was so bored but luckily I got Toby with me," she glanced at the both of them.
"Stop the fuckin' car," Raquel ordered angrily and the driver did so. "Listen whitehead..." Raquel surveyed Mia's body. She had worn a white knee length tulip designed skirt, which complimented her tiny waist and big hips. She had also worn a purple crop top sweater, and made Raquel angrier than the way she was. "Who are you here to impress, I've never seen you dressed like that before. Why don't you go back to your goofy self,tsk," she rolled her big eyes at her. Zane hadn't noticed Mia's clothes and began to scan his best friend. She looked so attractive. "I.. Greta bought these clothes for me," now that Raquel pointed out her dressing, she felt her self esteem drown. She observed Raquel's fashion, she had worn a light make up, such as concealer to hide her freckles, lip gloss, mascara for her lashes and eyebrows. Her fashion was admirable, she had worn slid tripped yellow high waist trousers and an off shoulder white blouse. She had worn Lita heeled shoes and looked like a model. "So what you third wheeler? What's your intention," Raquel raised her voice. 'She came for me. If I was really third wheeling, then they should not have come for me,' Mia thought. "But you chose to come for me," Mia responded politely.
"I did that because of your best friend here. I can see your Mary Jane shoes making the carpet of my car dirty. Why wear such shoes, I bet they are good at yodelling," Zane was running thin with patience, he pulled his blonde hair back, trying not to rant at Raquel for insulting his best friend.
"Such a lowlife like you pretending to be my friend, get out of my car. I don't need lowlifes here, you'll contaminate me, my car and my boyfriend." she sneered.
"Am sorry, Raquel, thank you for picking me up last week to and from school. I appreciate it. I didn't know I was making your expensive car dirty and third wheeling your relationship," she suppressed the tears that was threatening to fall from her eyes, she felt so weak from the mockery and climbed off the car. Just when she took her first stride, Raquel spoke again, "And where the hell do you think you are going?" Mia was about to turn around when someone hugged her from behind tightly. She saw the blonde hair that was resting on her shoulders. "If my cookie is what you have described now then you've abused me too. Forget about this pointless relationship of you and me. Let's go now cookie," without waiting for a response from Mia, he held her palms and walked on the path with her. Raquel ordered for the driver to drive away, leaving them walking.
Suddenly, Zane hugged Mia once again, not letting go.