Uh-oh! Back to them, I lead the pack so my back's to them.
Yup, the king's back what's happenin'?!
Hi guys, so I'd explain the omitted part of this story in the A/N: Xavier reconciled with Diane as well as Will though not without a pledge of clandestine allegiance, and they are back to the city, getting ready for school, and guess what... NANCY IS AROUND! (You'd be seeing he around of course, but just not now)
Hope y'all love it though...
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Xavier's POV:
"He's a fuckin' nigga that brings nothing, literally nothing to the table," Clarke announced, munching noisily on crispy cheese as he spoke.
I laughed, choking slighty from the cheesy snacks. Honestly, I usually enjoyed their momentary arguments and debates on racialism and prejudice because, of course it didn't concern me.
"Oh, you god-damned stagnanted racist!" Diane raised her voice, punching his shoulder hardly but Clarke didn't even flinch, rather he slowly shook his head. "He's fun, don't lie about that."
"I'm not lying, he's a crashing clown who is ironically not funny, always making fool of himself and believing it's hilarious." He sighed. "Blacks generally are idiotic, which Daniel is an existing proof to," Clarke declared.
Obviously Clarke is racist is and very sentimental of colored people but in the prejudicial manner. It's the typical Clarke. I was enjoying the argument though not indulging, not because I had nothing to say but because I'm not politically inclined at all which also translates to, I. Have. Absolutely. Nothing. To. Say.
I could listen all day but I just don't have a say in anything they discuss.
"Just because you think Daniel is awkward, which I don't believe though, doesn't mean that all blacks are the same, heck we have stupid whites too, but no one categorizes us; an entire race as idiotic," Diane defended, rolling her eyes over Clarke in disgust.
"Doesn't change my ideology in the slightest, trying to involve sentiment in this argument is utterly illogical and nonsensical, but even at that, I don't care about the Americans, the whites, I'm only saying that blacks are irrelevant, hell I'd be nihilistic because of them."
"Nihilism, schmihilsm! You must be fucking kidding me to think of something like that, blacks matter equivalently just like we do, God created everyone equa..."
Clarke piped in abruptly, fury laced in his tone, "Fuck God! The bitch doesn't exist, don't come to me with that nonsensical narrative that a fictional character of literature created us. Just don't." Clarke sighed and rolled to the other side of the bed, his curly hair scattered all over his face.
I knew Clarke was gas lighting an unending fight between Diane and him, knowing certainly that Diane had staunch faith in Christianity and Clarke being a strong believer in the dogmas of atheism... I wasn't going to let that happen.
"Enough, both of you!" I shouted, standing tall and glaring down at them.
"We've got school today," I announced and turned my face away, fixing my eyes on my backpack.
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A leg kicked hardly against mine, urging for my attention from the amazing figure of Annabelle who sat in front of me.
"What is it?" I hushed at Diane who had a big smile on her face, flinging her head towards the doorway and motioning me to take a peek.
I sighed deeply, hissing loudly at Diane and, looking towards the doorway where Diane had requested my attention to be at only to see a girl, swaggering cockily, her wavy hair hanging loosely behind her, her eyes furthered into void and a smirk pulled up on her face. Typical Beverly Jones.
I gritted my teeth in disgust and turned my face back to Diane.
"What the fuck's she doing here?" I asked through clenched teeth and Diane gave me an awkward stare, more like an, "are you stupid or something" gaze.
"Duh, she has this class, idiot," she said and rolled her eyes sarcastically, taking her eyes back to Beverly, affection glistening in them.
I sighed again as I watched Beverly walk up to Diane and embrace her tightly, both giggling gingerly and I hissed.
"Bloody façade!" I spat, a grin stretching on my lips as I bent my head low, knowing that they were both staring at me. And just then, Mrs. Sarah walked in, clacking her stilettos against the marble floor, adjusting her nerdy glasses from its bridge and smiling broadly at the class.
"Welcome once again," she said her usual greeting and turned to face the white board, the whole class gearing for her brain-numbing equations and monotonous droning.
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It was the normal school routine during recess, we hung around in the hallway, most students making out or just having noisy conversations, while others in the cafeteria causing one chaos or the other, probably having a fight and making some crazy noise there too. Well, we had a library, haha, no one used that frequently, except for having sex and not everyone had the balls to go there. Well, I'm an exception.
I was standing in the hallway, my arms wrapped around Annabelle's waist and my lips sucking on hers as she softly moaned, she held my head in euphoria while I sucked on her lips, a bunch of kids hanging around, cheering and staring at us. I enjoyed it.
Pressing tighter on Annabelle's waist I felt the bulge around my groin stick out to her thigh and she sensually massaged it...
And just when I was climbing into cloud 9, I discovered I wasn't with Annabelle anymore. I was away from her.
Who pulled me away!?
I couldn't feel my hands around her waist anymore, who did that?!
I was being dragged aside, who or what was it?!
"You wouldn't believe what's happening outside dude," Will whispered into my ears and I shivered, opening my eyes to see me standing outside, in the midst of a fitful crowd, in the middle of the crowd was a couple, both enveloped in the tightest hug you can imagine.
The boy. His hair was blonde and curly, he had the biggest smile of possible fantasies, his tanned face was smoother than my mom's dressing mirror, his neck... boy, was this dude pretty!
The girl. She wore a lemon hoody and pink track pants, her hair... her wavy hair hung loosely behind her back and her face was... she was Beverly Jones!
I gasped at the recognition.
"What the actual fuck's goin' on?!" I asked absentmindedly, striding furiously towards the engrossed duo, who now had their mouths buried in each others', kissing themselves enthusiastically. I cringed.
"They call him Andrew," Will whispered into my ear and I froze in shock.
I've heard that name before, where did I hear that name?
I questioned myself, delving into the occasions where I heard the name Andrew. I was getting close, so I thought, before Will interrupted,
"He's her boyfriend," Will announced, withdrawing me from my reverie and I shivered at the information, glaring at Andrew as he involved more eagerly with her.
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Y'all didn't tell me Beverly had a boyfriend?!! At least, I would have stopped crushing on her!
LOL. Hope you enjoyed this chapter guys because the next is loading, and as y'all know, the next is always better than the previous.
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