Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and mature content.
I know Xylia is not a favourable character. She is not supposed to be. In the prologue Pierce talks about how she is bad or him. She's not the sweet, quiet, kind heroine every one loves. She's sarcastic, a little rude, and cocky. But Pierce loves her. That's the point of the story. He is telling how they came to meet and fall in love and why he does even though she is bad for him. If you don't remember that, go reread the prologue. So for those of you who don't like Xylia, I'm sorry, but you aren't supposed to. I only say this because after this chapter you're really going to hate her. Anyway, to the story.
"Alistair? What are you doing answering Xylia's phone?" I yell angrily to my brother.
"Pierce? Why the hell do you have my girl's number? How the hell did you even get this number man? You better have a real damn good excuse for this one." My older brother yells right back.
"Okay, bro. Calm down. I didn't know that Xylia was your girl. I met, err....I saw her at a coffee shop the other day and she gave me her number. She didn't say she had a boyfriend. She didn't say anything at all, actually. I had no idea about you two. Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend? I talked to you less than a week ago."
"She's not my girlfriend, just a side girl. That's why I didn't tell you. Sorry I lost my shit. But seriously, she gave you her number? And she didn't mention me?"
"To be fair, you didn't mention her to me either."
"Al?" I hear a feminine voice call out in the background, "Are you going to come back to bed or am I going to have to drag you in her myself?"
"Look dude, I'll call you back when I untangle myself, pun intended."
I hear him call out "Coming sexy." into the background and with that, he hangs up the phone.
I sit in my car stunned. My brother. She was screwing my freaking brother. I couldn't help but let my jaw hang slightly. Did she know he was my brother? Surely not, or she wouldn't have given me her number, right? Or maybe that's why she did. But the way she gave it to me, the sultry look she gave me, was not an innocent "Let's be friends" kind of way. It was a "I want to find out what you're like in the dark" kind of way. But she was screwing someone! And my brother nonetheless!
I run my fingers through my hair and hit my hands on the steering wheel. This girl was going to be the death of me, if I even got so far as actually talking to her. But there was something about her, so forbidding, so wrong, that I couldn't give up on trying to get this girl. I knew it would be one hell of a chase, too.
Finally, after pulling myself together, I decided to drive home and maybe cook some dinner. But even as I was driving down the very busy 405, I could not get my mind off of what had happened. If that had panned out like I had though about all day, Xylia would have answered the phone and after exchanging names and pleasantries I would smoothly transition into asking her about literature which would turn into a conversation where she would tell me about her favourite books. After talking for a little bit I would tell her how much I enjoyed talking to her and I would then ask her out on a date to a museum or something. Because in my head, she's the kind of girl that likes things like that.
I walked in the door of my dorm to find an obviously drunk Rhys and some new blonde haired, orange skinned, beach bimbo about to get intimate on his bed.
"Damn Pierce! Did you not see the sock?" He yelled blatantly frustrated.
"Sock? There was no sock outside." I said back. In truth, I had no idea if there was a sock or not. I was too busy daydreaming to pay attention.
"There was a bright green sock out there. I will swear to it. Now get the fuck out man. I've got things to attend to." He said with a smirk and started right where he left off with the nameless bimbo.
I turned around and walked out the door, only to step on the bright green sock that was indeed outside. I threw the sock in a nearby bush and walked off to go to my car. I obviously was not going to be cooking tonight and decided to just make a run to the 24 hour diner that was about a mile off campus. It was a good night to get a hamburger so greasy I would have it running own my chin and arms.
"What will it be hun?" Gretta, the only waitress in this diner, asked me with a pleasant smile.
"How about the greasiest hamburger Ralph can whip up, some curly fries, and a big ol' glass of Dr. Pepper? I need enough food to make my head stop thinking for a little bit"
She calls the order to the cook, Ralph, and smiles at me tenderly with a pat on my shoulder. "Girl troubles huh? I remember when my boy just wanted to eat himself into oblivion over this one girl he had fallen for. But you know what? It must've been worth it. 'Cause they just celebrated their eighth year marriage anniversary. It'll get better hun. I promise. Your food will be out soon"
And with that she walks away to tend to someone who just walked in. With no intention of going anywhere until I was good and full, I pulled out a pen that I had in my pocket and grabbed a napkin. I almost always wrote a little poem or short story for Gretta when I came in to eat. She was too kind for her own good, and she just loved when I gave her a little something to read.
Halfway through the silly story I was writing about two birds, I heard someone walking over. I figured t was just Gretta with my food and didn't look up. But instead of being greeted with an aroma of fried, greasy food, I was hit with an almost assaulting smell of cherries. I looked up and saw a very blonde, grey eyed, heavy eye liner wearing girl I had only seen once before. Only this time, her lipstick looked like she had been kissed. Or had been kissing my brother, more like it.
"Pierce." She said with a seductive smile. "Let's get out of here."