Xavier

Xavier

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"So I wasn't hallucinating when I heard that growl". She had murmured to herself. "It would seem like it, yeah." "Very funny Xav, sooo how... um ... how did you ... um ... How did you become this, wolf ... man thing?". Berry had asked swinging her hands frantically at Xavier's form. Xavier wore the looked he always had when he felt confused. That look made him seem rather beautiful in Berry's eyes. "That question doesn't really make sense now does it? It's like if I would ask you how are you a girl instead of a guy. It's Gods doing, I didn't really ask for it". "God or Luna ?". Berry had asked, surprise etched onto her features. "What the heck is that?" "You know, your creator, maker, goddess or whatever" At that Xavier's face had turned to that of disgust. "You watch too many movies". Let me explain every single thing to you. Xavier had said, softly placing Berry on a nearby chair as they had been in an empty English class as it had been lunch break. Xavier found a chair for himself then had seated himself in front of Berry. "Well God created the heavens and the earth ...
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

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