ROMANTIC HOMICIDE • x. thorpe

0.2 : STUBBORN

0.2 : STUBBORN

-—— NOX JI

LORELAI STARED AT HIM WITH UNHIDDEN DISDAIN.  Nox felt intimately judged by her piercing gaze. The girl took in his overall clueless look and groaned like a mother coming home after a long day's work to six hungry children. "Men disgust me." 

Nox huffed and pushed her face away from where it rested on his thigh. 

They were sitting at the quad. Quite far away from anyone and anything. Which had everything to do with Nox's horrible bitch face. Lorelai was quite friendly, but no one wanted to chance an encounter with her scary little brother. The girl rolled her eyes and moved to sit up and stare seriously into his eyes. "I'm serious. You people of the male sex never fail to confuse me."

"Please share your wisdom, oh wise one." Nox pleaded with an overly fake expression that made Lory want to vomit.

"I say this from the bottom of my heart. I love you, and you're my soulmate, Noxy. But you're a real asshole. You have to apologize. Thorpe's right, you fucked, dumped, and ghosted. That hurts, bro." Lorelai explained it as if he was a four year old. Which is pretty on brand since he had the emotional capacity of a child. 

Nox sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I know. But like…ugh."

Lorelai nodded solemnly and leaned to lay her head on his shoulder. "Yeah yeah. I know, my dear sociopathic little brother."

"You're right, Lorelai. Your little brother is a sociopath, I'm glad you've confirmed it." Xavier's voice was snarky like the diva he is.

The oldest Ji twin looked between the two as they started at each other for a few long seconds. She scoffed and got up, brushing imaginary durt of herself. "Yeah, fuck this. The tension between you two is disgusting. Have fun, Noxy."

Nox cursed her silently. So much for being soulmates. The male banshee glanced at Xavier's vindictive face before getting up and leaving. He was gonna apologize, but seeing his smug asshole-ness has dissolved any lingering guilt from before. The brunet obviously followed like the nosy bitch he is.

"Where's my apology, huh Noxy?" Xavier purred, swinging an arm around the slightly short teen's broad shoulders.

Nox sniffed in annoyance and attempted to bat him away like a fly. "Typically. When you're wronged, you close off and ignore the other person. Why are you being so sticky for someone supposedly pissed at me, huh Xavy?"

Xavier wiggled his brows wildly. "How would you know, Ji? You watch me or something?"

Nox sent him a pointed look and ignored the suggestive face. Xavier sighed, receding back to his regular cool disposition. "I've realized that you, Nox Ji, are quite the dickhead–"

"Jeez thanks." The boy mumbled sarcastically, shoving an elbow into his companion's side.

"You're welcome." Xavier smirked, before continuing. "But, despite that, I still like you a lot. So, I've made it my mission to crack the shell of Nox "The Devil Incarnate" Ji and find the big softy hidden within."

At this point they had paused in the middle of an empty hall. Xavier was leaning down, hand on resting on Nox's shoulders while they maintained eye contact. Nox grumbled. "First of all, no one calls me that. Second of all, I don't care what you do or what you're trying to find. It won't lead you to anything. Why don't you just go paint or some shit?...I'm sorry for what I said earlier alright. Just leave me alone."

The brunet sighed, he leaned back to cross his arm and dealt him a judgmental look. "The first thing we need to work on is your words. They sting you know. "

Nox rolled his eyes. This was worthless.

—

It was two days later that Nox found out how stubborn and true to his words Xavier was. It was almost as if there was an invisible string tying the two together with the way the boy was bound to him. Like a piece of gum to a shoe, Xavier was sticky as all hell. And as the person wearing said metaphorical shoe, Nox was pissed.

They literally had one one night stand. Did Xavier not understand the concept of that? Typically it is something that happens in the moment, then is forgotten and never talked about again. Nox really just wanted to punch him in the head.

Like, the guy even began following him to his smoke spots. That was his alone time. Not to mention his time to wallow in his daily self-hatred, like every other teenager.

Xavier Thorpe was a total asshole.

"Won't you just go away, damn it." Nox swore, a scowl forming around his unlit cigarette. "Go find Bianca and bother her."

The banshee only heard a sigh and a shuffle. It was obvious that the other had moved closer for some sort of comfort. Nox simply ignored him to light his stick. 

Xavier groaned quietly, as if nervous or dreading the conversation. Which was weird, seeing as Nox hadn't even asked for a direct answer other than Xavier leaving him be. Maybe he wanted to talk about it? It didn't seem like the artist had that many friends. Maybe only Ajax? Definitely not Nox though. So he should frankly keep his drama to himself, thank you.

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately in most scenarios), Xavier could not read his mind and therefore decided to share his business. The brunet was fidgeting with his fingers anxiously and Nox realized whatever this was, was bothering him. So he decided to be a good person for once and moved just a bit closer so his arm brushed the other's. "What is it, Thorpe?"

Xavier noticeably softened and sent a small smile which was definitely ignored. The boy sighed like a heavy weight was on his shoulders. "Bianca used her powers on me. Before break. I've been ignoring her since."

Nox looked towards him curiously and questioned, "oh yeah? That's shitty. . . you gonna break up with her?"

Xavier shifted uncomfortably and dropped his head so it landed on Nox's shoulder. The banshee's face cringed, but didn't push him off and instead stayed as still as a brick wall. Internally, Nox huffed. Xavier owes him for even staying and listening to his drama. 

The artist didn't answer for a moment and Nox almost thought he wasn't going to. But then he felt the other nod into his shoulder. Nox took a hit from his cig, "That's good."

Xavier chuckled into the black sweatshirt that Nox wore underneath his uniform blazer. He peaked up with those bright green eyes. "Why? You want to date me next?"

Nox raised an unimpressed eyebrow and scoffed. "Yeah, more like the other way around, piss baby."

"Aw you called me 'baby'! How sweet! But, take me out to dinner at least." The banshee shoved Xavier off his shoulder with a scowl. He walked away ignoring the loud laugh and hurried footsteps of the artist behind him.

Of course the one time he tried to be a good person, he got teased in the end. Of course.