I rushed towards Xavier. His hand was pressed against his chest as he rubbed it uneasily, like he was in so much pain—silently.
I instantly sat on the couch.
"Are you alright?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.
But before I could touch him, he shoved me away. Then he slid one hand into his hair, still rubbing his chest with the other.
I felt hurt. As much as I shouldn't, I still felt it.
Pulling myself back up, I walked to the drawer, picked up my phone from the top of it, and dialed Mr. Cross's number. At this point in time, there was nothing I could do on my own—which was seriously frustrating me.
"Yes… Snow," he said over the phone.
It took me a moment before I responded.
"Xavier's back. But I think he's drunk… and he looks like he's in pain," I said, my voice extremely low.
