The Badboy and the Sociopath

Chapter 15 - Xavier's POV

I was finally back. Out on the field, knocking bodies to the ground and hugging that beautiful pigskin. The bliss I felt as I caught the pass from the outfield for the fifth time in a row could only be depicted with maybe a musical number sang by random woodland creatures.

'I've been hanging out with Dollface way too much' I thought to myself as I recall one of her many Disney movie marathons she made me sit through while she babysat Grace. 

Just then a rumble echoed through the sky and a shower of rain poured down, drenching the entire field and everyone on it. Coach stood on the far right with his hands permanently planted on his hips, clipboard in hand and the whistle glued to his lips. His face slowly turned red as he blew his whistle insistently, beckoning the players off the field. 

We had been practising non-stop for the past week or so in preparation for the game against our rivals, The Stallions. My arms and legs started to feel the after-effects of constant training but who felt it most of all was London. She'd never admit she misses my company, but the glares I get whenever I'm headed to practice are all the proof I need since that's the most I'll get out of that steel trap. 

I made my way to the locker room, surrounded by equally sweaty teenage boys who understand nothing of personal space. I hung back as they headed to the showers then took off the padding and my number 12 jersey, leaving only the cold-weather compression long-sleeved shirt that was underneath, on. I grabbed my phone, deciding to play 'Contest of Champions' to pass the time. My arms and most other parts of my body were littered with tattoos, and while that isn't some big secret, I'd rather people not gawk at my tattoos lest they see some stuff they really shouldn't. 

I leaned back on the bench until my head was firmly rested against it, swung my legs from the floor to the bench and got comfortable as I tapped away on my phone.

"If I knew this is what happened in a boys locker room after hours, I wouldn't have bothered to hang around," she said, leaning against the locker at the end of the short row. Her hair wet from the rain, stuck to her face and neck as more water droplets slowly rolled down her cheeks. The water from her hair soaking the top half of her shirt but leaving everywhere else considerably dry.

"Looks like somebody's wet," I teased with a smirk, my eyes still focused on the fight in front of me.

Her eyes raked over me slowly, taking in the damp shirt that clung to my torso more than usual and making the fabric almost transparent, "Yes." she answered, then she arched her right brow at me "oh you meant the rain," she smiled devilishly. "That too."

"Might wanna catch your bottom lip before you start drooling Dollface?" I said, now sitting up on the bench with my phone laid to the side. 

She pushed herself off the locker and folded her arms across her chest, "why don't you catch it for me," she replied before a slight shiver escaped her body.

"Need me to warm you up," I said smugly.  

With a swift change in demeanour, as though she suddenly recalled why she came in the locker room in the first place, she said "Where's James' locker? that thunder dork always has an extra hoodie stashed somewhere."

I placed my hand over my heart dramatically, "and here I thought u came just to see me cause you missed me."

"Your consecutive absences have been noted, if you want to interpret that as me 'missing you' that's simply your prerogative" she deadpanned. 

I knew she did that - talked without any feeling or change in her voice, but it still managed to catch me off guard whenever she did. 

J. Cole's GOMD blared from my phones speakers and my head snapped in its direction, knowing full well who was on the other end of the call. Before I could turn back to London to excuse myself to answer my phone I hear the locker room door slam shut and see the door to my locker swinging. I wrote it off as another one of her stunts and answered the phone.