Chapter 7.
Xavier really was quite reserved but I could see him start to come out of his shell. He was starting to warm up to me...I think. I didn't want to speak so soon.
I made my way around the table until I was standing infront of him, he sat up straighter as if he felt uncomfortable. My heart sunk a little, but I ignored it. Maybe he wasn't warming up to me after all?
"Do you want to go some where?" I asked anyway as I bounced on my toes a little. I really wanted to go somewhere with Xavier and show him a little bit more to life than staying in doors and brooding about life.
"Not really." He blatantly replied. I furrowed my eyebrows and pouted.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to." He looked to me as if I were stupid. I knew he wouldn't have wanted to go outside with me so I don't know why I bothered asking. Yet, I really did want to go out. Therefore,
I looked to the floor in fake sadness.
Maybe he was a sucker for a girl who seemed extremely upset?
Xavier sighed loudly, audibly and let out a curse. "Okay, okay." He lifted his two arms up in defence. "Where do you want to go?" He seemed very unpleased at the thought and I couldn't hell but hear the irritation in his voice.
"Serious?" I jumped up excitedly again. I hadn't thought he would have caved so soon.
"Don't make me change my mind." He grumbled. He was the grumpiest person I knew to date.
"Come on then, let's go." I grabbed his giant, calloused hand without a second thought and began to yank his giant body out of the chair.
"I need a top." He pulled his hand out of my grasp and pulled out a long sleeved top from his cupboard across the room.
"You could always go without one." I stated innocently as I looked to him. He gave me the deathliest glare. "Kidding." I replied sheepishly before he killed me, even though, the thought of Xavier with no top pleased me. I had already made sure I took in his body as much as I could whilst it was on show.
He slid the shirt down his body and it covered up his large tattoo. It was quite an to intriguing picture. A sword across his chest, but every little detail was perfect. It was honestly quite sexy to look at, especially as if blended inbetween each of his little chest hairs.
I shook my head to snap me out of my reverie.
Stop drooling over him and get a move on.
"Come on." I grabbed his hand again as soon as he was finished. I was so used to grabbing Mali and Katie's hands during a night out and pulling them along I hadn't quite seemed to nip that habit in the head.
"Why have you got my hand?" Xavier asked as soon as I took him down the corridor. He obviously wasn't too pleased.
"Habits die hard." I noted. Xavier's bushy dark brow arched in response.
"You grab a lot of boys hands then do you?" He said venomously.
"No no." I shook my head violently. "I'm no Virgin Mary but I haven't had a boyfriend for a year and a half or anything close to it."
"Why?" Xavier questioned. I was shocked that he was in fact the one questioning me for a change. I shrugged when I came to my senses.
"I haven't been interested in anyone." And that was the truth. I had a long term boyfriend and once we had split up I hadn't been interested in any other potential boys.
I proceeded to drag Xavier along until we were out in the open. The sky was now showing a dark colour and the wind was kind of bitter against my skin.
I was still in my running shorts and vest top, I was too preoccupied with Xavier to worry about myself and the fact that it was going to be colder tonight. I wish I had put on something warmer.
I tried to ignore the coldness biting at my skin, and it worked for a little while. Walking would help warm me up, I was sure of it.
"Go in there." Xavier pointed to an ice cream parlour not far from the apartment buildings.
"Why?" My teeth began to chatter together as the wind picked up and the coldness began seeping through my every pore.
"Because you're cold." Xavier replied. I began to keep pulling him, I didn't know why I hadn't let him go yet, he could run off, but soon his hand was roughly pulled out of mine again. "Emily." His voice rumbled, "you're cold now get in there." He demanded, and his hard tone was something I couldn't just ignore.
I looked to him and huffed in defeat as I opened the door. It chimed and I made my way to a window seat.
It was much warmer in here, much more toasty and comfortable. Xavier followed me and sat down opposite.
"You were fucking freezing out there." He noted. He shook his head and looked to the table in frustration. His eyes looked hard and irritated. I looked down at the table.
"It was only a little bit of wind, I could have survived." I shot back defensively. Xavier rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Don't be fucking stupid." He snapped. "You'll make yourself ill going out there dressed like that." He pointed to my outfit. "I know I should have made you change." He looked up to the ceiling and cursed.
"Well, thanks for being a hero." I replied sarcastically as I traced the patterns of the table cloth with my finger. "My outfit is fine." Even I knew I was lying to myself.
"Don't be sarcastic." Was his reply before we both became silent.
Xavier and I always landed in silence, but it was never really awkward. It should have been, but it very rarely was. It was weird because I felt comfortable around him even when I knew I shouldn't be feeling like this.
"Do you want anything?" Xavier suddenly asked. I looked to him and smiled. Wow, Xavier was asking if I wanted anything? Such a small and innocent gesture was so foreign coming out of his mouth.
"No thanks." I didn't have money on me.
"Are you sure? I'm getting something." He stood up from the table and continued to look down at me. It was unnerving.
"I haven't got money."
"I'll pay, it's okay." He lifted up a five pound note.
"Yeah sure." He nodded before getting up. He looked to me suddenly. "Strawberry please." I answered hisunspoken question. He nodded again and left to go to the counter across from us.
I sat there as I looked at him almost grumbling to the staff. He never talked, he grumbled, as if he didn't really want to talk to them but he had to. He was impolite, and he grabbed the ice cream, gave the man his money and left without a thank you.
I shook my head as he made his way over. He was looking at me as he scuffed his feet along the floor.
Suddenly, he crashed into a girl who was looking through a pile of papers as she got up from the table. They were only an yard away and I heard Xavier snap.
"Watch where you're going." I gasped at his rudeness. He wasn't looking where he was going either.
"Xavier!" I let out. "That's not fair." I looked to him and he looked to me moodily. "Say sorry to the poor girl." I wouldn't usually have bothered to scold him but I couldn't sit there and watch him do that. The poor girl looked terrified.
The blonde haired girl only looked three years younger than Xavier himself, and she had to bend down to pick up the papers that had fallen. I got up from my seat and went to help her.
"Say sorry, Xavier, please." I pointed to the girl as I pleaded with him. Xavier scowled my way.
"She crashed into me." He replied childishly. I shook my head as I looked to him. I tried to look angry but I probably only looked like a fool.
"Come on Xavier." I bent down and helped pick up the girl's papers as Xavier continued to stand there brooding.
The girl and I stood up after everything was picked up. The girl thanked me, and just as she was about to leave and just as I was about to ignore Xavier the whole night, the words came from his mouth.
"I'm sorry for crashing into you and being rude." He said it quietly, almost too quietly. The girl smiled and nodded.
"I'm sorry too." She let out, she still looked terrified of him. She left quickly with her papers and made her way out of the parlour. I turned around to look at Xavier.
"Xav-" I began.
"Shut up." He looked furious as he sat down. He was angry I made him do something he didn't want to do. "You're acting like my fucking mother."
"I didn't mean to, I just thought you needed to apologise." I said quietly.
"Yeah, well." He dumped his ice cream on the table as he shot up in anger, "you're not my mother, don't go telling me what to do and what not to do, okay? Have you finally fucking got that?" The acid hatred fell from his lips. I recoiled. "I've had enough tonight." Was his only statement before he left without another word, his converse scuffing along the floor as he walked past.
I sat there in shock and almost bafflement. I was bewildered.
I felt awful, but again, I didn't regret it. I was angry with him for treating me that way after, he had a short temper and he took it out all on me.
But why did I shorten his temper and make it worse? He took it out on me because I caused it.
After two minutes, I walked out of the parlour and entered the chilly night air. My body was shaking as I began to make my way home.
The wind was even colder now, and my body was shaking so much. Everything felt numb in the cold weather, I hated it. The weather changed so quickly.
The cold was almost too much to bare for my fragile frame.
"Here." Xavier suddenly came from beside me to give me his long sleeved shirt. I jumped.
He was now topless.
"I couldn't let you go cold." He muttered. Before I could utter a word to him to ask him why and how, he was gone as he walked to the apartment.
I put on the shirt and welcomed the scent and the warmth it gave.
He was unpredictable and extremely confusing. I didn't know whether to like him or not, or to laugh or cry.
He stormed out after having a go at me and then he comes out of nowhere to give me his shirt as I walked home.
I didn't know what to think.
Thanks Xavier for making me confused.
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