his muse ; reader imagines

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Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: none

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The only reason you were stuck with a boy for a roommate was because there was no space for more girls, and seen as though Xavier didn't have one, they put you with him.

You weren't thrilled at sharing with him. Mostly because the first thing he said to you was that he could've had been put with a better looking girl.

As soon as Thornhill left the room that day, you started having a go at him, calling him an asshole and that he should grow up.

From then on you both would start fights at each other and could never get along.

And today wasn't any different.

When you first got to the school, you two made rules.

Don't go on each other's side of the room.
Don't look through each other's things.
Don't have people around when the other is there.
No bringing sexual partners and/or have sex in the room at all.

They were simple, yet important rules.

Yet he broke 2 of them.

You came into the room, finding him looking through your desk.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked him.

"Looking for my notebook!" he replied annoyed.

"Why would I have your notebook?" you questioned, standing in front of him.

"I don't know, so I can stop drawing spiders to crawl on you?" he rolled his eyes. He turned around and kept looking.

"Stop! You're messing up my desk. I don't have your fucking notebook" you pulled him away from your stuff with all your strength.

"I know you have it!" he yelled at you.

"Oh wow. Have you looked in your bag? On your desk? How about under your bed?"

"No, I haven't" he said sarcastically.

"Well maybe you left it in a classroom. Because I don't have it"

"I know you do!" he shouted, going and ripping your blanket off your bed, he looked behind your pillows and in the draws of your nightstand.

"Xavier! You have no right to look through my things like that! I don't have your fucking book!" you yelled.

"Where is it, where did you hide it?" he questioned accusingly.

"I don't know, because I don't have it" you replied through gritted teeth.

"Have you tried looking up your ass? Maybe it's up there" you tilted your head with a smug smile on your face.

"You think you're so funny" he glared at you.

"I think I'm hilarious" you grinned.

"Where is it?" he asked again.

"Where's what? You're humour? Maybe it's up your ass too" you stated amusingly.

You walked to his side of the room, looking through his desk like he did yours.

"What are you doing?" he questioned you.

"Looking for my necklace" you stated simply.

"Why the fuck would I have your necklace?" he scoffed with a slight chuckle.

"I don't know, why would I have your notebook?" you smirked.

"Cause you have a reason to take it. Why would I ever take your necklace?" he reasoned.