his muse ; reader imagines

Distraction pt. 2 ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: mutual pining, fluff confession, slight VERY SLIGHT angst, closure, both reader and xavier are 17-18 years old

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From the time you lost horribly due to a certain distraction to the time now, your mind has been scrambled to the point of irrevocable recovery. Still, you didn't say anything to your friends or your teammates, especially about your plans for tonight.

The feeling of that kiss had been lingering for hours on your lips, how could he catch you off guard like that? You wanted to be angry, you wanted to throw all the books off of your desk and wreck everything around you, but you physically can't. It's almost as if the feeling of Xavier's hands trailing down your waist were keeping you from it all.

You sit up in a panic and shake your head, "Nothing. Don't worry about it"

"Y/n it's kinda hard to ignore the fact you lost that completion for us but it's even harder to pretend like somethings not on your mind. As your friend, we need to talk"

"There's nothing we need to talk about"

She sits down next to you on your bed and leans back, hugging her knee to give her stability, "So what I heard was that only you and Xavier made it to shore. Could it be something with him?"

Before she can ask more agonizing questions, you sit up and throw the doors of your closet open. "Woah. Calm down" F/n says softly, "Look if you don't want to talk about it we don't have to. I just want to know if—"

"The reason I didn't get back in time" You ignore her, huffing roughly, "I was distracted. That's all that needs to be said"

"A bit of both, F/n. A bit of both" With that, you get dressed into a more comfortable outfit, adjusting your hair and doing other rituals to finalize your outing. It should be fun.

"Y/n" Xavier raises his brows, "Didn't think you'd actually come. Considering you hate me and all" He takes a moment to take in all of you. Your outfit, your hair, your makeup, he can't help but smile to himself. After all, you look cute, so who is he not to appreciate that?

"Afternoon, Xavier" Your eyebrows lift on instinct, expressing your disapproval of your presence in front of him already. He has his arm propped up against the frame of his door and the way he leans onto it so casually makes something inside of you self implode. Complete with a parted grin, Xavier locks eyes with you and waits for your response.

"I-I don't hate you" Keeping composure wasn't an option. Looking at him in the eyes even once would remind you of that kiss. In fact, looking at him in general was a guaranteed flashback. "At least right now. I have questions"

"I think I have answers" He shrugs, "Though I think that kiss kind of cleared everything up—"

You cut him off with a rough sigh, "Yeah. It's about that"

"Ok, so... You going to come in? Or are we going to talk right here?" He glances up and looks around at all the passing students. With a small nod, you find yourself entering his dorm room. Hung drawings and strung along polaroid pictures line the walls, giving the overall atmosphere of the room an artsy aesthetic. It's not as clean as yours, and he lives alone ever since Rowan was expelled from Nevermore, but it's still nice.

"Sorry about the mess" Xavier's voice tugs you back into reality, "I forgot to clean up. The Amontillado's and I went out for dinner and you know I had a killer steak, almost lost track of time before I realized that I had a possible date with Y/n L/n. I of course didn't want to miss that" Even though the words coming out of his mouth are cocky and prideful, he looks at you like all of what he's saying is exaggerated and sarcastic. He's good at confusing you.