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18. Her

“Life is not the amount of breaths you take. It’s the moments that take your breath away.”

– Alex Hitchens

Some tarnished motives can't be forgotten even when people try hard to erase the unwell past. I was one of them, the thoughts of my mother out to get me and the therapist that drugged me for an unknown reason. It made me think that my life wasn't planned out the way I wanted to be without my dad.

My hair was smooth to my touch as I peaked out the window and imaged Xavier's eyes in my mind; how he gazed at me and how he always knew something happened to me. He was attentive and he had strong recognition here with the professors that were introduced to his parents before

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I only saw pictures of Evangeline Hart and Ryson Adams on the news. They were the top-notch artists of all times back in Michigan School of Arts and Juilliard. They matched together so perfectly as if God made them just for each other.

Xavier took after his mother's eyes and Elodie's to her father's. The social elite drama queen was unseen. I only saw her in the library but I never thought to look for her again and she seemed like she listened to her brother's advice.

I was swirled around by my thoughts that I didn't notice the people that filed out of the class. Mr. Atkins seemed to take an interest in me when he stood up from his desk, his weight making it hard for him to support onto anything.

"Rayna Harrington, I assume you know what I am going to talk to you about," he started, and I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"I don't know, what is it about?" I crossed all of my past events in Juilliard and I came to a conclusion that I didn't do anything wrong to Mr. Atkins so why was he raging at me?

He stepped closer until his belly was in front of my face, covering his tall figure. "Don't pretend to be an i***t, I am talking about the therapist," I looked up at him as I remained in my seat.

"How do you know about that?" my breath shortened at the mention of the crime that happened.

"I am the officer for the whole therapy section and I was the one who told her to give you the drug," he unapologetically admitted, and I clenched my hands on my my seat.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because you seem awfully close to Xavier and I used you to get my revenge on him," he was fearless when he confessed, his eyes blinded by greed and grudge. "Now, I am sure that you will keep your mouth shut if you don't want your mom here," he threatened with a wild smirk.

I was sure I heard my heart drop and my ears tuned out after his last sentence. I was at a dead end and Mr. Atkins was the sick controller.

"That and he will let the therapist back in her job, you will complain about Xavier Adams to the council that he was the dealer or you will lose your scholarship too," I couldn't do that. No way in hell.

"What's your motive from all of this?" I couldn't talk properly for I was shaken with fear at the possibility of bringing my mom in and I would also ruin his life.

"It's simple, destroy Xavier Adams and not letting him win the contest," he bent down as his ugly face showed in front of me. "And the funny part is I don't have to do it when I have you." He added evilly before he turned to walk out.

I was a working waterfall as I covered my face, I had to do something about this complicated dilemma.

No backing down for me.

The empty class suddenly became dark with threats in my eyes and through all of this, Xavier was having his fun with the younger girl.

He got it figured out for me and I had to do the same thing now. I had to save him from Mr. Atkins. It was like a hard equation to solve in which I had to outsmart the professor.

I closed my eyes as I laid my head on the desk when I thought of possible solutions.

A lunatic idea approached me and it was risky, it involved Xavier's parents. Though his parents were far away, this was an urgent matter that included their son and they would help me to defeat Mr. Atkins but I had to do it secretly without Xavier or Elodie knowing.

That, and I had the time to figure out evidence that he was involved with the drug they gave me. I wished that I recorded what he said on my phone; it would be easier to expose him behind his back.

I headed out into the hallway and as soon as I entered the cafeteria, the siblings were sitting there and they recognized me so I walked back out like there was a disease.

My hand was captured by another hand tangling our fingers together as his palm met mine and the students murmured to each other as they saw Xavier Adams that dragged me into the library without my consent.

As much as I ignored the flutters that went across my body to his hand in mine, I was reminded of what he did. He made me standing in front of him on the corner of the distant shelves, away from the people as both his arms were placed beside my head, his face near to mine.

His forest greens had a burst of fire in them and his face curious when he analyzed my uncomfortable face.

"Is there something I should know?" the heat between his body and mine made my mind a jumbled mess. It was like I had no words to form at the close proximity, I was self-conscious to no end.

"No," I whispered to him.

"That was what I expected," he responded.