Chapter 8 - She Care
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I covered my mouth, surprised at what happened. That was fast. A while ago, the man was forcing me to join his group of friends and now he was lying on the ground.
"X-xayne?" I uttered his name when I turned to look who punched the man.
My heart suddenly beats fast like it was about to explode when I recognize the person who helped me. It is the person I like until now. Xayne Zacksworth.
He was wearing a suit and his dark hair was a little bit messy, complementing his handsome face. Everything I felt during college comes back and struck me like a lightning. He is much more handsome than before.
A lot of people looked in our direction because Xayne punches someone. Before the guy could fight back, the security guard arrived. Xayne told them what happened, and the guard immediately responded. They picked up the man and went somewhere.
"Let us go" Xayne looked at me. I cannot read his eyes. I do not know what he was thinking but I am thankful that he saved me. He pulled me away and went to his table.
"Xayne, t-thank you," I said but he ignored me. I felt sad, but happy at the same time because he never changed. I was looking at his hand holding mine. I cannot help but lower my head to hide my smile.
I saw Miguel and Carl having their own little good time when we arrived at their table, especially Carl, there are girls beside him.
"J-Julie? Is that you?" Miguel said when his eyes stops to look at me. I smiled and waved at him.
"Hi!" I said, greeting the boys.
Miguel moved some space for me to sit in. I sat between Miguel and Xayne while facing Carl who is in between two hot girls. I rolled my eyes when I saw how the three flirted at each other like we are not around.
"Hey Julie, long time no see. What are you doing here?" Carl asked giving me a beer.
"No thank you, I don't drink," I said and pushed the beer away. "Sally invited me. I did not expect that she will celebrate her birthday here at the bar" I said as I shrug my shoulder.
I saw how Carl's gaze from my head to toe. He smiled and it gives me creeps so, I tried to cover myself and looked away. What is he doing?
"You have changed," he said and drank the beer I rejected.
"Well, yeah. A little bit, maybe?" I am not sure if I changed.
After college, I tried to make myself busy trying to study about the company. I wanted to help my dad because lately, he was having trouble because one of the company's projects failed. I need to ready myself for the future.
"You did" Miguel answered. I looked at him. He changed too. His hair got longer, and his body got muscular. I wonder what would Alodia's reaction if she saw Miguel today.
We talked a little more until Carl invited Miguel and the two ladies beside him to the dance floor. Miguel invited me but I shook my head. I do not want to remember the things that happened a while ago. I stayed at their table with Xayne. Alone.
I looked at Xayne who keeps on drinking his bottle. He was quiet and he does not care about his surroundings.
"Xayne, how are you?" I do not know what to say or how to start a conversation with him because we never had a proper conversation before. He just keeps on ignoring me.
"Good," he said plainly.
"What are you doing lately?" I asked again, trying to make him answer me with a long word.
"Nothing" he answered.
I bit my lips. He is always like this. Not interested.
I nodded and stops bothering him anymore. I am scared that he might walk out and leave me alone. I am scared that someone might harass me again.
"How is she?" He suddenly asked.
"Huh?" I asked confused. I did not understand what he is asking.
"Alodia, how is she?" He said as he looked at me.
I felt pain in my chest, but I tried to ignore it. After six months he is still into her. I want to admit that I feel jealous because I also want Xayne to like me back. I wonder what he sees in her that drives him crazy.
If I can only command my heart to unlike Xayne, I will do it, but I cannot.
"I do not know... I never heard any news from her. She never calls me or sends me a message" I explained as I smile faintly.
I am so sorry Xayne.
I tried to raise my head and look at him. I was surprised when I saw him stand up and walked outside. I feel worried so I followed him. When we were outside the bar, he tried to open one of the cars in the parking lot. I heard him cuss when he cannot open the car door. I realized that he was drunk.
I shook my head. Not again.
"Xayne, that is not your car," I said and walked towards him, trying to stop him from breaking the car's door.
"How did you know? Are you stalking me?" He said.
I sighed as I watched him walking like a zombie. I smelled the ricked of alcohol when I tried to grab his arms.
"I am not, you like black and cream color not pink" I rolled my eyes and asked him for his key.
I will drive him home since he cannot drive because he is drunk. I am lucky that I study driving after graduation. My father bought me a car as a gift for my graduating college. He even allowed me already to get myself a boyfriend since I finished my college degree.
I help Xayne and put him inside his car. I remembered that things like these also happened in the past. He gets himself drunk and I helped him until he woke up in the morning, he got mad because I entered his condo.
I wanted to call Miguel and Carl for help however, if I leave Xayne alone, we might find him kicking another's car because he cannot open its door.
I drove him home and help him to lie down in his bed. His condo was still the same. Nothing changes.
I went inside the kitchen and cooked something for him. When I came back to his room he is already sleeping. I opened his closet and helped him change his clothes for him to feel more comfortable when sleeping. My eyes wander around his upper body for a second, fantasizing about his muscle before I continue changing his clothes.
I left a note and medicine at the top of the table. I need to go home. I still have a lot of things to do and I cannot let the same things happen again like before. Although I still want to take care of him like last time, I knew that he will never like it.
I do not want him to see me as Alodia. I am not her. I want him to see me as Julie Harris.
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