Bite Me

Chapter Sixteen: Xavier Strikes

I fell asleep again on the way back to the US. It was official. I fucking hated flying. I was gently shaken awake by Jordan.

"Huh? I asked, stretching my limbs.

"Were back in the US." Jordan smirked. I jumped from my seat, energy rushing through my veins.

"Yes!" I said cheerfully. A few people turned to stare at me and I was just about to tell them to fuck off when Jordan flicked my forehead. "Ow." I glared him. He smiled and then winked at me. My face burned as Evan and Maxwell grabbed the bags.

"Come on guys, I'm pretty sure there's taxi's waiting for us." Price said, walking out of view. I sighed and followed Jordan from the plane. When we reached the outside, I was tempted to fall to my knees and kiss the dirt. God, it felt nice to be back on the Earth.

Price was right. Two taxi's were waiting for us and I immediately felt bad. How long had they been waiting for us?

"Alex is sitting with us this time." Maxwell and Evan said once they put our bags in the trunk of the taxi. Jordan raised a pondering eyebrow at them. "Aw, come on! She's safe with us! We don't bite!" Evan and Maxwell said as they smirked.

"That just gave me about a million different reasons why not to trust you." Jordan grunted, running his hands through his black hair.

"Just come on guys! I want to go home and lay in my own damn bed already!" Andrew whined, getting in the front seat with the taxi driver. The driver didn't seem to mind, he just said a simple "hello" and went silent.

"Stop complaining. Your acting like a damn baby." Jordan growled. Price smiled and laughed as Andrew got back out of the taxi. Andrew and Jordan began to throw insults at each other. The twins snickered behind me as they continued to argue. I missed the times like this. When I wasn't being told I was a pureblood, or wanting blood for that matter. We were just being friends. It was nice.

"At least I'm not an emo pyromaniac." Andrew hissed.

"Well at least I can do something." Jordan countered.

"Hey, I can do things!" Andrew exclaimed. Jordan laughed.

"Making a sandwich and fucking girls don't count dumbass." Price wiped tears from his eyes.

"Okay, that's enough guys. Lets go." Price dragged Jordan into the taxi Andrew was in and basically threw him in. Andrew mumbled something under his breath as he climbed back into the front seat.

As I climbed into the second taxi, I could still here Jordan and Andrew arguing. Maxwell and Evan climbed in the back and we sped off. I began to daydream as we zoomed back to the house. I couldn't believe Xavier was my uncle. Or that my uncle was trying to kill me. Talk about family issues. I thought about all kinds of things. My mom and dad, how I had a throne. But I think the biggest thing I though about was Jordan. What happened to his mom? What exactly did his dad have to with her death? And most of all, was he okay? He looked fine, but something told me he was faking his smile.

"Hello? Evan to Alex!" I was snapped out of my trance by Evan calling my name in the back seat.

"Huh? What?" I looked at him confused.

"What are you thinking about?" Maxwell asked, his green eyes shining with curiosity. I shrugged, not really knowing what to to say.

"Eh, everything I guess." I sighed. Evan gave me a confused expression then smiled.

"Don't worry about it. You'll be fine. We'll protect you." That made my heart squeeze. I didn't exactly want their help, I could protect myself... ish. I gave Evan a half hearted smile.