Chapter Phoebe
PHOEBE
I watched as Samara got up and walked off. She said she was going to get a snack, but I knew she and Dio were up to something. I removed my focus from them and averted it to Xavier, who turned to look at me. He smiled and nodded at me. The nigga had me blushing something crazy.
“I see you, girl,” Paige leaned over and said to me.
I eyed her quickly before looking back at Xavier.
I liked what we had and found that being in a relationship wasn’t as bad as I thought.
He made me feel comfortable, especially after he opened up to me.
We were moving in the right direction. We were both trying to heal our souls through each other.
I was kind of sad when he told me he couldn’t spend spring break with me, but I knew he was trying to work shit out with the whole basketball thing.
I offered to help him study if needed, and to my surprise, his stubborn ass accepted.
I wanted him to see the bigger picture of school.
There were so many avenues and resources to help him finally decide on a major and complete his coursework.
I wanted to be a supportive girlfriend but also a truthful one.
Xavier made me feel so open that I almost wanted to tell him about Kyle.
Since everything happened, I hadn’t really had anyone to talk to except Syior.
When he wasn't around, I was left with my thoughts and memories, which led me to do the only thing I knew to do when my soul was hurting. I knew Xavier was still worried when he wasn’t around me, so I worked hard not to cut.
I didn’t want him to think of himself as the guy who chose the fucked-up girl with all the issues.
I had been so focused on Xavier that I didn’t realize someone sat next to me. “We’re going weeks without speaking to each other now? Fuck is up with you?” Syior said in my ear.
When I turned and saw him and his crew sitting in the empty seats next to me, I became nervous. “All these people are in here. How did you find me?” I snapped back.
I tried not to look at him, but he cupped my chin and turned me his way. “I’m going to always find you, Phoebe. We’re locked in, baby.” He winked.
Our eyes connected, and everything I once saw in Syior, I no longer saw. It was as if being with Xavier pulled the wool from my eyes. I pulled my head back.
“Syior, we—”
“You coming through or what? These college niggas got your head in the clouds. I let that shit slide at Hoodoo’s, but time is ticking.”
I nervously ran my hand through my hair.
When I glanced back at Xavier, he sucked his teeth as his eyes narrowed in on me.
My stomach sank as I focused on him and he focused on me.
I needed him to know that this shit with Syior was not planned.
When I felt Syior’s hand on my hand, I turned to look at him.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
He smiled. “Phoebe, you know what it is. Be at my crib tonight. That nigga can wait,” he finished as he leaned in and kissed my forehead.
Syior and his crew got up and walked off. Suddenly, a ball flew into the side of his head. Syior turned to see who threw it. My head quickly turned to see if Xavier was looking, but he had his back turned to me. I looked at Paige and Alyse, who just shrugged.
“Fuck!”
“Whoever threw that, yo momma’s a bitch!” Syior shouted before taking one last look at me and leaving.
I dropped my head because this shit couldn’t be happening to me. I figured Syior would take the hint from me not talking to him over the last few weeks. However, it was clear he hadn’t. I knew Syior could be dangerous, and I feared he would try to harm Xavier.