Tolerating The Player

I couldn’t stop the warm tears from flowing down my cheeks throughout the ride. The driver noticed how my mood was so he played some songs in the car.

I really appreciate the fact that he was trying to make me feel better but the songs were only reminding me of all what Zach had done to me but I didn’t want to be rude to tell him to turn it off.

“Boys problem?” His surprisingly thick voice growled from the driver’s seat. I lifted my eyes to see him staring at me through the rear mirror.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to start a conversation with the driver right now so I nodded my head hoping he wouldn’t say anything more.

“Shit happens most times, you just have to not let it get you” he said and continued to drive the car. Perhaps I would follow his advice, after all I can’t be like this for a monster who doesn’t know the value of females.

After a few minutes or an hour, the driver finally pulled over at Maya’s house. She was the only person that understood me and my whole body wanted to rest on her while I cried my eyes out.

“Take care kid” the driver said and sped away.

I walked towards the house feeling numb and pale, the lights were off but I knocked anyway, they had to be at home.

After knocking for some time, I realized they weren’t at home, perhaps they went to an event. I slumped on their front porch with my head in my hands. I didn’t want to cry so their neighbors wouldn’t call me weird.

The rain slowly drizzled on me but it was clear that it was going to be a heavy rain with the already pregnant clouds. I was still wearing the very light and open gown Zach bought for me so there was no way I was going to stay outside while it rained but who the hell do I know.

I didn’t want to go back to my dad’s house, he could be there and I didn’t want to face any of his drug crap. Without any other option, I decided to go to Xavier’s house, after all he was nothing like the bastard.

His house was a distance I could walk to hopefully before the rain starts raining heavily and by the time it stops I would come back to Maya’s house.

My thoughts throughout the road didn’t let me notice that I was already in Xavier’s street and the rain suddenly started to fall heavily.

“Crap!” I cussed as I ran towards his mansion hoping he would be at home. I made it to the door but I was already drenched from the rain. Goosebumps appeared all over my skin and I couldn’t help but shiver.

My hands shook as I knocked on his door twice, it didn’t take him much time to open the door so I guessed he must have been in the living room. He was surprised to see me and it almost looked like he was seeing a ghost or an old friend.

“Hey!?” He finally voiced out but it sounded more like a question.

“Can I stay here for some while? Till Maya gets back” I asked and he opened the door immediately with his hands fumbling.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sure, why not, come on in” he took some steps away from the door to lead me in, his hands touched my bare cold back and I felt some warmth from his hands and the house itself.

“You should change those clothes or you’ll catch a cold, ” he said and climbed up the steps. He shortly came back with a blue sweatpant and sweatshirt that looked really big for me, after all Xavier had this type of really good and huge body.

“There’s a room at the corner by your left” he handed the clothes over to me and I followed his direction to the room. I wasn’t surprised to see a spare room as big as my entire house in his mansion.

I quickly pulled off my soaked clothes and wore the one he had given to me, they felt so comfortable than the itchy ones I have.

I didn’t bother to check if the clothes actually fit me because I didn’t care, after all it was Xavier and he wouldn’t mind.

I came out of the room and saw Xavier sitting with some toast bread and two cups of coffee on the round glass table.

“Thank you so much” I said as I sat on the couch and took a big bite out of the toast. I haven’t eaten real food throughout today and my tummy growled immediately when I tasted it, I was sure he heard but I didn’t mind.

“What happened between you and Zach?” He asked and my heart flinched for some while.

“Why, did he tell you anything?” I asked as I swallowed the toast, but it refused to go down my stomach so I had to push it in with some hot coffee.

“No he didn’t”

“Then why are you asking?” I fired back almost immediately but realized I was just being a stupid psychopath.

“I only asked because you were supposed to be with him right now”

“The bet has ended,” I replied.

“Oh shit! Silly of me not to remember, I apologise” he said and took a bite out of the toast bread on the table.

“Well we had a fight before we departed ” I said in a low and hoarse voice. He looked at me in the eye for some time before taking his stare away from me.

“Zach is an asshole, I apologize for whatever he did but I’m not apologizing on his behalf” he said and took another bite of the toast.

I had eaten just two of those since I got here but I have actually lost count of how many he had eaten, he seemed to like them very well.

I was still in my thoughts when he took another toast from the table and I didn’t realize when I slapped his hands.

“Save some for me won’t you?” I yelled and he dropped the toast on the table. I could feel him staring at me and when I looked up at him his face was mixed with a surprise emotion and a happy one. He was smiling with his tongue at the side of his mouth making his piercings and jawline attractive.

“What?” I protested and took a sip out of the hot coffee that was already becoming warm. I hated warm coffee, it’s neither hot nor cold.

There remained just one toast on the table and I realized he had been eating it while staring at me. I tilted my head to look at him and back at the last toast.

“Not cool?” I blurted out like a six year old kid, it reminded me of Joe.

I really loved toast a lot but his own toast tasted way better, we were both staring at each other and I had secretly sworn to kill him if he ate the last one.

As I stretched my hands to take the last toast he immediately took it before my hands even got to the plate.

“Don’t you dare!” I yelled but my threats didn’t freak Jim as he took a big bite out of the toast. I watched him finish it in front of my eyes and my eyes cringed. I was so going to kill him.

“You big bully!” I yelled at him and jumped on his back while yanking his hair really hard.

“Ouch that hurts!” He chuckled pretending to be in pain.

He carefully threw me back on the couch with a smug smile on his face.

“Ironic, A bully calling me a big bully” he said and brushed his hands through his already messy hair that fits him perfectly.

“That wasn’t cool” I pouted as I folded my hands underneath my breasts….. well underneath my chest.

I took a sip out of the coffee and almost spilled it on the floor, it was worse than before.

“You should microwave that”

“I know I should microwave that!” I replied immediately stretching out my words which made him chuckle, but to admit it he had a good smile and laughter.

I entered the kitchen and he followed behind, it was a really big kitchen and I wondered if they had no maids in this house.

As if he knew what I was thinking about he replied immediately,” the maids are on their leaves”.

I nodded my head, while my lips were shaped in an “o” way. I spotted the microwave and on opening it, I sighted something that made my whole face lit up. There was more toast bread in the microwave. I set the timer for a few seconds to warm the toast and when I was done I placed the mug into the microwave to heat up my coffee a little.

“You seem so happy don’t you” he said and I realized he has been watching the way my eyes lit up at the sight of the toast.

“Don’t you dare come near these, they’re mine” I threatened and he jokingly raised his two hands in defeat.

We went back to the living room where I had continued my food and in no time I was done with it. It was still raining and everywhere was chilly. He noticed how I was shivering even despite the fact I was wearing an oversized clothes with the heater turned on.

He increased the temperature of the room as he went up the stairs and shortly came back with a blanket. He sat beside me on the couch and covered both our bodies with the blanket.

“Let’s Netflix!” He said and I nodded my head in approval.

“Shit!” He cussed and I turned to face him but immediately noticed he was staring at the remote that was on the table.

“Go get the remote you lazy ass boy” I chuckled as I gave him a slight punch on his arm. He pretended it was painful.

“But I’m getting all comfy under the blanket already” he complained and I giggled before getting up to hand the remote to him.

There was a smug smile on his face that I really wished I could slap off with the remote. I made myself comfortable under the blanket then he turned on the big television that was in their living room.

I rested my head on his shoulders as the movie started, he didn’t flinch or make a move to discomfort me. Despite the fact that I was sad some hour ago, he had somewhat made me smile and I almost forgot about what happened between Zach and me.