The Badboy and the Sociopath

Chapter 5 - Chivalry isn't dead?

You know that feeling where your heart's pumping so loud and so fast you can hear it echo in your ear and there's so much adrenaline pumping in your veins that you're almost numb to the outside world? Well that's exactly what it felt like jumping off that cliff, there is just something about doing something life threatening. It was Exhilarating! When I hit the water I just let it consume me and sank into bliss.

"London!" I heard someone yell my name. I gasped as I regained my consciousness, I must have passed out from holding my breath too long.

"Are you okay?" Xavier asked, his eyes scanning my body frantically as though he expected me to have some serious injury somewhere.

I laughed, "Jeez, calm down mom, I'm fine."

I guess he didn't think this was very funny cause he looked at me as though I had grown three extra heads and was speaking fluent Klingon. 

"Are you insane! You could have drowned!" he waved his arms animatedly to express his anger in ways his words couldn't.

"But I didn't, you saved me" I said nonchalantly.

His eyes widened "Are you kidding me! 'I saved you'" he mocked "What if I weren't here! Why would you jump off a cliff if you can't swim!? Who does that!" he demanded. 

Well his panties were in an obvious knot and he managed to stir my anger. That's the last time I try to give him credit for something, the ingrate. I sat up and pointed a finger at him "First of all, I wouldn't be here if you hadn't brought me here" I narrowed my eyes and glared at him "And secondly, I can swim just fine I only passed out because I held my breath too long. and lastly who died and made you the boss of me"

With that I huffed, got up and made my way back to the top of the cliff to get my clothes because it was getting cold. I heard the sound of someone mumbling curse words while running. In no time he soon caught up to my quickly retreating figure and tried to catch his breath.

"Hey look" he held my hand and spun me around "I'm sorry, okay" he apologised. 

I pulled my hand loose from his grasp and said "fine."

We made our way to back to where our discarded clothes lay and sat beside them to dry off a bit. It was a while before anyone had spoken and as much as I hated silence I wasn't about to be the first to speak after he basically chewed me out.

"Soo" he started, realizing I wasn't about to take the initiative and say something "Sociopath?" he asked.

"That's what they tell me" I joked lightheartedly. My anger was often short-lived.

"You're really a sociopath? Does that mean you will kill me just for the fun of it?" he said with a quirked brow.

"Once I'm dry enough" I replied dryly.

he chuckled "hey just breaking the ice", then his features morphed into something a little more serious "Does it bother you?" he asked.

"Honestly?" I thought it over for a moment, then answered "At times, yeah."

He nodded, not as though he understood what I was going through or some fake sympathy but in a way that indicated he was listening. "What's it like?" he asked.

I mulled over that thought in my mind too, "It's like you're an alien from another planet with your own specific mannerisms and now you're surrounded by all these new, different people that all behave the same, you try to blend in and be like them but deep down you know you're nothing like them and you'll never be but no-one pays close enough attention to you to notice it" I finished.