his muse ; reader imagines

Hating you ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: Language, enemies to lovers maybe? That's it.

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Xavier Thorpe. That's who this school roomed you with. He was entitled and always thought he was in control of everything. You moved in two months ago and since that day it's been him telling you what to do and what not to do. First, it was not to touch a desk that was supposed to be yours but he needed another for his drawings.

That's another thing. His drawings. If he's not sneaking out late at night and waking you up every time, he's drawing. And not quietly. The sounds of his pencil and eraser are what fill the room. You understand he is passionate about drawing and you hate to admit it but he has an amazing drawing skill. It's just who draws that late.

All these thoughts are what lead to your current situation. People like to call you enemies and you have no doubt about it. Even Enid's blog has a scoop on the mean tension between you two. You've had arguments but not like this one.

Today he's decided he's had enough of you, leading to an argument. He's standing in the middle of the room yelling at you as you yell back. So far he's thrown the flaws of your 'not cleaning' and your 'lack of respect' at you. His face is turning red and you're not doubting yours is too. Pure anger fills you as he brings up the things you've done while you're trying to communicate.

"Oh, so we're bringing up things we've done wrong? Are we, Thorpe?"

"Don't call me that. I have a first name"

"I'll do what I want"

"You always do"

"You never answered my question. Are we going to continue throwing things the other has done around? Because I have a lot on you that I would love to throw out there!"

"Really? Go ahead"

"Your late night drawing and sneaking out"

"It's my skill and since when are you worried about me sneaking out?"

"I'm not. I'm aggravated. Both of them keep me up or wake me up. Seriously who draws on paper so hard, how have you not ripped pages yet? And your sneaking out, you do know that leaving the door to close itself is LOUD. You do have a roommate you know. And sneaking back in? Sometimes with cuts on your neck and all you do is hiss in pain all night"

"Really? That's your problem with me?"

"Just one of my problems with you but yes"

"So let me get this correct. You hate me because I draw too loud and do what I want? Oh and let's not forget to mention me being in PAIN aggravates you?"

"Yes, because you do it to yourself you know your skills, Xavier!"

"I don't always have control over them! Do you always have control of yours?"

"No"

"Exactly. What's another reason? Since you have SO many"

"Everyone is always stopping by to talk to you. Ajax, Bianca, Enid, and Wednesday. I mean who lets their ex keep coming to their dorm?"

"It's because something is going on that you're not even going to believe! It's why I haven't even attempted to tell you"

"Oh and now I can add secrets to that list"

"I am SO done with you"

"Trust me, Thorpe, if I could change rooms I would. But Weems won't let us"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

"And how many times do I have to tell YOU that I will if I want to"

"I'd be so much better off without you! All you care about is yourself"

"I'm done with this!" You scream as you leave slamming the door behind you.

"Whoa. You alright?" Ajax questions seeing you storm out.

"Your friend is an ass. That's all I have to say" You hear him murmur an 'oh' while you walk away.

Later that night you decided to go back to your room because well, it is your room. It's where you sleep.

You open the door quietly and shut it behind you.

"Welcome back. Was slamming the door earlier necessary?" Xavier questions from his bed. He's sitting up, bedside light on.

"Yes, but I don't feel like fighting again. If you have a problem with me take it out on me tomorrow thanks" You say getting ready for bed and slipping under your blankets falling asleep pretty fast.

Groggily you open your eyes and see the clock beside you read four am. It's freezing for some reason, it's never this cold. Trying to warm up you wrap your blanket around you fully like a burrito, tucking yourself in. It worked for a second but then it didn't. The air was too cold. You turn over trying to find another way to get warm, windows are closed so it can't be that. Weird.

Your mind travels to Xavier. Maybe sleeping in the same bed would warm you up. But that side of you that hates him for everything he does denies that plan. Who would share a bed with him? Plus he hasn't apologised yet. Turning over again you try and ignore the chilling feeling in your bones. But it was too much.

"Fucking hell, fine" You whisper to yourself, you'll be the bigger person for once.

Time to apologize and maybe you won't have to freeze to death tonight.

Getting out of bed your feet freeze against the cold floor. You walk the few feet to Xavier's bed and stand there deciding if you truly wanted to do this. However, his voice snaps you out of that.

"Are you going to continue to stare at me or say something?" He asks leaning up a bit against his pillows.

"I wanted to apologize and ask a question"

"You're cold. I can see you shaking and I heard you tossing and turning over there. Come here" He opens his blankets to invite you into his bed.

"Thank you" You whisper slipping in next to him back against his pillows for now.

"Of course. You know I actually don't hate you. I think we both just got too heated earlier"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I do love that you draw a lot its an amazing talent to have. Along with your pain, I lied. It's not aggravating, it's concerning. I fight the urge to get up and help you each time you do"

"I wouldn't mind that. I am sorry myself too. I shouldn't have said any of those things about you. I can be full of myself too. But the biggest lie I said was that I would be better off without you. That was a heat of the moment thing and I am truly sorry for that and everything I said"

"It's okay, we both said some things. But thank you again for letting me sleep here" Your sure he can hear how tired you're getting again.

"Yeah, I mean I'm not going to let you freeze. Here lay down"

You lay down and turn to your side facing away from him. He's behind you chest to your back with the blanket around you both. "Anytime you need something, I'm here. No matter how many times we fight. I guess there's something I haven't admitted to myself yet and I need to"

"I'm here for you too. Just take your time with things, be easy with yourself"

"I will"

You yawn and move to get more comfortable. His hand moves to wrap around you.

"You should get some sleep we'll talk more in the morning, alright?"

"Yea. Goodnight Xavi" You say falling asleep now feeling warmer than before.

He secretly smiles at the name and whispers,"Goodnight"

After a few quiet seconds, he whispers again, "The thing is I like you. I feel like I always have"