[Discontinued] My Fighter

Chapter 8

"Your absence is cancerous - incurable, unrelenting, a death sentence."

-Beau Taplin

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After 3 hours of clothes and grocery shopping with my mom, I was lying on my bed, reading The Mediator series by Meg Cabot when my phone beep. There's a message from an unknown number.

Unknown number: Hello baby girl

Who is it? I thought.

Me: I'm sorry, who is it?

Unknown number: Guess it.

Me: Xander?

Unknown number: Yep:)

How did get my phone number?

Me: How did you get my phone number?

Xander: Well, I have my ways

Me: Oh

Xander: Just oh? Whatcha doing baby? I miss you.

I blush reading his texts.

Me: We just met today at school. Reading The Mediator Series by Meg Cabot. How about you?

Then I hear a knock on my window and all I could see is Xander standing on my balcony with his leather jacket. I am so shocked that all I could do was staring at him.

"Let me in Eleanor," he tells me.

"W-what?" I stutter.

"You heard me baby, open this window."

I open my window and he goes inside my room. "What are you doing here? It's 10 pm," I ask in a hushed voice so my parents won't hear it while Xander takes off his shoes and puts it near the window.

"Like I said earlier, I miss you," he says looking straight into my eyes, walks slowly towards me. His gaze roams all over me.

I look down and realize that I am wearing a white tank top and blue gym shorts. I feel a blush come to my cheeks. Xander just chuckles and hugs me.

He kisses my neck sweetly, hugging my waist, pressing me against him more.

I nuzzle my face on his chest when I hear him chuckle and look up at him. "What's so funny?" I mumble.

"You're so small compared to me," he whispers.

"Hmm," Xander takes a hold of my hands and smiles at me, I don't fail to blush, as always.

"Your hands are also small."

I pout, "no, your hands are just really big." Xander shakes his head.

"I like your hands tho, they're small and soft. Like a baby," he kisses me on the lips softly.

We are still standing in the middle of my room. Xander's arms are lazily draped around my waist and he continues burying his face in my hair and my neck.

My arms are looped around his torso and my face is buried in his chest. Then I yawn, he looks over my sleepy figure.

"Sleepy baby?"