Xavier’s Point of View
I could do nothing but watch as that f*****g bastard, Christian, dragged Alan out of class. Alan looked helpless, like a deer in headlights, his big doe eyes were begging for help, the same help he refused the minute I offered.
Thick bitterness sat on my tongue, and a muscle in my jaw occasionally; even though it was closing period and everyone had cleared out of their classroom back to their various dorm, I just couldn’t leave.
I waited…
I stayed back, hoping that Alan would come back; I needed to be sure he was fine, that was the only way I could rest easy. There was something about seeing him and not seeing him that made me so restless; I wanted to know what was going on with him every second of the day, and the minute I am unsure, I become so restless.
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