(Xavier Stone – Point of View)
I glance down at the photo of me practically face fucking Sid in the departure terminal—an image that surfaced on a popular gossip site and is now spreading across social media. It’s not the image that bothers me. The comments people are making is another thing.
“Hey, man, don’t get too freaked out,” his hand clasps my shoulder, “Sid’s a tough girl. I doubt this is going to cause a problem.”
“Did you see what they wrote?” I scoff, knowing most women would be hurt reading, Why would someone as hot as him want someone like her? And Is this real or one of those charity photos like Make a Wish. And an even more hateful, Hope he stays on top so she doesn’t crush him.
“Who wrote?” Sid walks up, lifting her messenger bag onto her shoulder.
Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, I reach out and cup her face.
Her brow furrows, eyes shift to Jackson, then back to me, and she pushes my hand away.
“What the hell is going on?” she snaps.
“Everything okay?” Her father joins us in the living room, followed by her mother.
“There’s a picture floating around,” I start.
“And?” she presses.
Holding up the phone, I show her the photo.
Her eyes widen. She takes the phone from my hand, zooming in and out, and then scrolls down to the comments. Sid’s brow furrows, her mouth bunches to one side, and then she laughs.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims, making me blink.
“What is it?” Liza joins the mix, grabbing Sid’s hand and turning the phone toward her.
“I’m going viral,” she brags, using her left hand to give devil’s horns.
“Told you,” Jackson mumbles.
“Told him what?” Sid asks.
“I thought you’d be a bit more bothered by…” I explain, motioning to the phone.
“That there’s photographic proof of your tongue in my mouth?” She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “You do realize this puts me on the highest level of vag-swag.”
“Vag-swag?” her mother questions.
“Baby, you should know better than to ask these things,” Sid’s father says, putting an arm around his wife.
“You’re right,” Charlene states, quickly adding, “never mind, I don’t want to know.”
Sid cradles my cell in both hands, tapping her thumbs on the screen.
“What are you doing?” I step closer and look down into her hands.
“Sending it to myself, duh,” she retorts.
She shoves the phone to my chest and I reach up on reflex, holding her hand there.
“Calm down, fuzz-face,” she slips her hand out from beneath mine, “I’ve been called worse.”
This announcement pisses me off more.
She turns and gives her parents a hug and kiss before grabbing both our coats. She holds my gray coat out to me. When I don’t take it, she shakes it in my face.
“I’ll drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it’s hot,” she sings.
Snatching it out of her hand, I slip my arms in and pull it over my shoulders.
Sid wraps her black jacket around her body and secures the buttons.
Her eyes rise to mine.
“Are you going to pout all night?” Her face twists in distaste before sighing. “Geez, I’m the one they called a sympathy fuck, not you. I should be the one angry, not—”
“Why aren’t you?” I rumble.
Exhaling loudly, she crosses her arms over her puffy coat.
“You know, after finding out about…” she visibly swallows and fidgets, “the college incident, I’d think you are well aware that I’ve dealt with being called much, much worse. Narrow-minded people like that,” she motions to the cell clutched in my hand, “don’t register on my hate-dar.”
Not giving a shit that her family is witnessing the moment, I advance. In one long stride, I reach out and grab her by the back of the head. Fisting her hair, I tilt her face to mine.
“I hate the way you just accept it,” I grumble.
“Fat girls are used to superficial judgments,” she whispers.
“Don’t,” I warn, tightening my hold on her hair, not enough to hurt her, just enough to get my point across.
Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips.
“It’s okay,” she reassures, but her eyes tell another story.
Emotions storm in her blue eyes, strength battling against pain and hurt.
“Tiger, I’m so thankful you’re strong enough to brush this shit off, but it’s not, nor will it ever be, okay for anyone to talk about you that way,” I inform.
There’s a small jerk to her body, a nervous movement. Her eyes glance to our observers and then back to me.
“Okay,” she concedes, placing her hands on my chest and patting.
She’s fucking placating me.
Stowing my phone in the pocket of my coat, I take her face in both my hands and lock my eyes on hers, keeping them captive, making sure I have her full attention.
“Christ, Sid, you smell like the best summer day, look like the wickedest thing I could ever choose to sin with, and sound like the best fucking porno soundtrack when I’m deep inside you.”
The air between us grows thicker, heavier, and, I swear to God, sweeter.
Her mouth parts on a shaky breath. Chest heaving, she bites her bottom lip.
“Oh my,” Sid’s mother says on a breath.
A throat clears from behind me and our surroundings return.
The gleam flashing in her eyes gives away her evil intentions. If there’s anything I know for sure about Sid, it’s her habit of using humor to hide her emotions.
“AVN Award worthy?” she asks, making me smile.
Licking my lips, I bring my face closer, and whisper, “No, ’cause I’m the only fucking one who’s gonna hear it.”
“Well, the boy definitely knows how to speak to her,” Sid’s father states.
“He sure does,” her mother sighs.
This concludes the excerpt, but you can get more Sid & Xavier here:
The Falling Stars Series
Falling Stars – Book 1: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B008XT3PKM
Stellar Evolution – Novella 1.5: (not a standalone) http://www.amazon.com/Stellar-Evolution-Falling-Stars-novella-ebook/dp/B009TSNOJI
Hidden in the Stars (HITS) – Book 2: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B010R96ZXO
Stellar Collision – Novella 2.5: (not a standalone) http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019611FKC