This story isn't technically new. I wrote it a year ago and it was on FictionPress (for a little while), but I took it down. Now I'm reposting it with a new storyline.

So comments would be very much appreciated.

Hope you enjoy!

The wind picked up, making trees dance to the light breeze as the sun spread its warmth in a cloudless sky. The school day was almost over and there still hasn't any sign of Xzavyer. He hasn't been coming to school much, if at all, lately, and he hasn't spoken to me in over a month now. No calls. No texts. Nothing.

Xzavyer and I have been friends since we were in first grade, we've grown up together. Our parents were old friends, they've known each other since high school, but when my mom died nine years ago my father stopped talking to them. He didn't talk to anyone after my mother died. Not even me. With time that changed, though. He gradually started to pull himself together and move on. Now my dad was about to get remarried to a woman, Rachel, he met three and a half years ago. Rachel, my dad's soon to be wife – my soon to be step mother – wasn't someone I expected my father to fall for. She was pretty, yes, with her blue eye, blonde hair, straight nose and full lips but, she was very materialistic and sometimes more than a little superficial. Not to mention bossy. She had grown up as an only child, a wealthy only child at that. Not that all wealthy only children are like this, but she was used to getting what she wanted and telling people what to do, and how to do it. To be honest, I was completely surprised to find out father was dating a person like this. I never thought someone like her would be his type. My mother was her exact opposite, so I didn't understand how he could want to marry someone like Rachel. Sadly my views on this aren't shared. He was going to marry Rachel in four months, whether I liked it or not. I wasn't even sure if I didn't like it. I mean, she made my father happy. She made him smile every day which was something I haven't been able to do in years. If she truly made my father happy then I was going to support their marriage the best I could. Even if I thought he could do so much better.

In truth though, I didn't hate Rachel, she just got on my nerves. She was the one who decided that I wasn't allowed to hang out with Xzavyer anymore. My best friend of eleven years was suddenly not allowed associate with me. I'm not going to lie, that made me seriously dislike her, but, for some reason, I just couldn't hate her. I couldn't hate someone who gave my father something I couldn't. I don't know if I will ever like Rachel, but I don't hate her. For now, that was good enough.


I jumped in my seat. Mr. Lang stood by the chalkboard looking at me expectantly.


"Do you know the answer?"

I looked at the board. There was a physics equation on the board dealing with the speed of light.

"Do you know the answer?" he repeated.

I shook my head.

Instead of lecturing me he just sighed, "Pay attention."

I nodded and pretended to take notes off the board. In truth, I hadn't been paying attention to anything today. My mind was on other things.

The bell sounded and people started to pack up there things. Mr. Lang was reminding everybody of the test we were having on Thursday as people shuffled out of the room. I took my time leaving. Even though I would kill for this day to be over, I was in no rush to get to my next class.

The hallway was as crowded as ever. It was actually over crowded for this tiny hallway. My school was small and over populated with students. Most classes had at least thirty students, except the advanced classes which usually only had twenty. I knew my way through the hall without even thinking about it. You could probably blind fold me and I would still be able to find my way around. The only problem was getting through the people.

When I made it to my locker I mindlessly put in my combination. Every day was the same. Lately the days seem to drag on longer and longer. I took out my history stuff and closed my locker.

"Hello beautiful."

I yelped in surprise, and whipped around to find Xzavyer standing behind me.

He chuckled. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

I stood there for a second, not quite sure how to react to his sudden appearance. A part of me wanted to hug him because I'd missed him, yet another part of me want to yell at him for how he'd been treating me lately. In the end I thought it best to just walk away.

"Hey, slow down. What's the rush?"

I kept walking, ignoring him. He walked in front of me, almost making me collide into him. I wanted to glare at him, but I kept my face neutral and tried to side step around him. He stepped into my path again. I sighed, he wasn't going to let me pass until I talked to him, but that was the one thing I didn't want to do, so instead I regarded him silently.

"Trinity, talk to me."

If anything bothered Xzavyer it was this. He hated waiting for things, especially answers, so I made him wait. "Trinity, please say something."

I tried to side step around him again but he blocked my path. For a few minutes we danced like that, but my patience grew thin, and no matter how much I told myself I didn't want to talk to him, it was the only thing I've wanted to do when I see him.

"Why are you here?" I asked trying to reign in my frustration.

"I wanted to see you."

"Well now you've seen me," I said and started to walk around him.

"I haven't had time," he said following me.

The bell rang and people scurried off to their classes, as I walked to mine. That's always the answer. He never has time anymore.

"Would you wait a minute?" he said grabbing my wrist. "I know you're mad at me, but just let me—"

"I'm not mad."

"Sure you're not."

"I'm going to be late," I said refusing to look at him.

"I need to talk to you," he said.

"Oh, so now you want to talk?"

"Yes, I do."

I sighed. "I don't have time for this."

"Well make some time."

"Why should I? You apparently don't have any time for me," I said and after the words were out I couldn't hold back the words that followed.

"I –"

"And last week," I said cutting him off, "you take me to the mall, and then flake off on me to go hang out with your other friends."

"I –"

"And then you leave with them, leaving me with no ride."

"I – "

"I had to walk home, in the rain, and I swear it was the coldest night of the week. Not to mention you haven't answered any of my calls in the past month."

It was silent for a few moments. I hadn't intended for all that to come out, but I've been holding in my anger for so long.

"Listen," he said rubbing a hand down his face. "There's been a lot going on right now. It's . . . hectic. I'll make it up to you."

"No, I don't want you to make it up to me." I held up my hand to keep him from speaking. "That trip to the mall was your 'make up' for what you did months ago, remember?" I sighed and looked up at him.

His black hair was messy and tousled in a way that made him look like he rolled out of bed and didn't bother to comb it. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt, which showed a tattoo running the length of his arm, with ripped jeans and combat boots.

"Xzavyer, if you don't want to be friends anymore, just tell me. I'm sick of playing these games." My anger had dissipated leaving only exhaustion in its place.

"I –"


We both turned to see one of the school guards coming down the hall.

"Shouldn't you two be in class," he said, voice echoing down the empty hall.

"Yeah, we're going," Xzavyer called back.

"We?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Hurry up and get there then," the guard said.

"Yes sir."

Xzavyer took my hand and lead me down the hall. I glanced behind us to make sure the guard wasn't following as Xzavyer lead the all the way down the hall, but instead of taking me to my history class, he took me to the exit.