Well, some time has passed since we last spoke at the fun, old asylum; three months to be exact and things have been uncharacteristically coming up London lately. Now I know your curiosity is just eating away at you and you're dying to know how Xavier and I have been 'getting on' since the beginning of our little agreement and I must say it's going really well. Especially the-
"Did you hear what I said?" Xavier asked, rambling on beside me about some game; cutting off my inner monologue.
You see a while back he joined the football team which means he and James are now buddy buddy and Max is forced to be amicable with him; a sight I can't say I'm not intrigued to see. He's their starting running back and apparently a really promising one too. So moving on, there was a big game coming up and he wanted me to come and cheer him on. Now things around me have changed but sadly I have not; with that being said, being overly social in situations where there's no alcohol or entertainment involved, I zone out fast. Luckily James has been breathing down my neck about the same game so why not kill two birds with one stone.
"Yeah: football, tackle men, catching dried pigskin. I heard you" I said, pushing the peas on my plate around. It was lunchtime and we were sitting at what used to be my table of solitude until he made it his business to sit here every day with me. Xavier sat across from me with both legs on either side of the bench, his body turned toward me.
He shot me an unimpressed look. My face mirrored his.
"So are you gonna come, this would mean a lot to me," he said, with his best puppy eyes.
"What's in it for me?" I asked, a mischievous look in my eye and a suggestive grin.
He looked at me and grinned, having already caught on to what I was implying. "I'll make it more than worth your while," he said leaning in closer, his lips mere millimetres from mine "I'll even give you a preview tonight," he said, his minty breath cascading against my quivering lips.
My lips! Quivering! Traitorous bastards.
"Don't start something you can't finish," I said, glancing down at my right hand that rested snugly between his opened legs.
He looked down then looked back at me with a smirk, "oh trust me, this is one cheque my body can definitely cash" he said before pecking my cheek and winking at me.
Pda was something he would do occasionally. Though we aren't an actual couple he has gone to great lengths to keep other guys from so much as batting an eyelash in my direction. I found his jealous antics entertaining and often provoked them; I'm pretty sure he's on to my little pass time and pretends to be jealous just to please me, but I found that to be even more rewarding.
"Guess you'll hear me screaming your name in the bleachers then," I said, answering his original question.
"That's not the only place I want to hear you scream my name" he answered saucily.
"Eughh, we get it, you're an easy lay. But I don't see what Derek gets out of it. One wrong step and she'll be back in a mental institute in no time, or where ever it is they shipped you off to last time" she quipped. Gale, the occasional thorn in my side, voicing her unwanted opinions. "Mental breakdowns are common with her kind" she finished.
"You done?" I asked as she towered over me with her cronies. I looked up at her with a smile.
"Just about" she smiled back.
A straggler coming late to the cafeteria and in a hurry to eat his lunch was walking past us. I watched, shell shocked, as everything unfolded almost in slow motion before me; Gale had a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes and that should have been warning enough for me. She stuck her foot out and tripped the oncoming busy body causing him to spill the less than edible cafeteria food on my still frame; it was clam chowder day. Xavier jolted up quickly, dodging the tray and its contents; looking at me with wild eyes as I sat in a calm rage. Some spilt on to the table beside us which incited a food fight in no time. I stayed put in my seat until I felt a strong grip on my left hand, pulling me out of the cafeteria and into the empty hallway before the principal came in to break up the food fight.
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