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Festival

A/N: Inspired by the other author on Tumblr (sorry, I can't remember the name). Also, English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes, please let me know. summary: How new abilities and a night out can be life-changers word count: 6k+ warnings: swearing

Their relationship had never been good, to say the least. It seemed that this silly rivalry began as soon as she set foot on Nevermore's doorstep.

Within the first fifteen minutes, she had managed to bump into Xavier while looking down the large hallway. Unfortunately, the guy was carrying paints and brushes to work on a mural in the courtyard.

"Hey, watch it, you idiot!" he snorted angrily.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," y/n muttered as she helped pick up the scattered art supplies. One of the paint cans had a loose handle, and as y/n tried to lift it, it broke, spilling the acrylic all over the floor and the young man's trousers.

"Shit! Don't touch anything in here and get out!" he shouted, eyes wide with rage.

She looked down at her feet and hurriedly left the place. Another fifteen minutes later, y/n stood in the doorway of her own dormitory. Her roommate was a vampire named Yoko Tanaka. The dark-haired girl greeted her new student warmly and helped her unpack while telling y/n a little about the school and its inhabitants. From their conversation, y/n realised that Yoko could be described as the local gossip girl. The vampire was well aware of all the latest news at the school.

"So, are we done with your stuff? Come on, I'll introduce you to the best members of Nevermore," she said with a grin.

"Principal Weems said I should pick up my books and timetable after I get settled in," Y/N replied quietly.

"Don't worry, it's on its way. Oh look! It's just about the end of extra lessons, so everyone will be in the courtyard," Yoko said as she took y/n under her arm and led her down the corridors.

After crossing several floors and corners, the girls found themselves back in a hall with an archway leading directly to the courtyard. As they passed the janitor, Yoko's face twisted in disgust.

"God, what happened here? Did someone throw up or something?" she said, looking at the puddle of yellow paint. Y/N decided not to talk about what happened in her first hour there.

As they approached, Yoko let go of her new companion and ran towards the blonde girl. The two of them had a squeal that would have been audible all the way back in the town. Y/N stood on the sidelines, not sure where to place herself.

"Hey guys, let me introduce you to my new roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is our little group. We usually meet here after class. You're always welcome to join us! This is Enid," she said pointing to the girl she had hugged a few minutes ago, "and this is her roommate, Wednesday."

"It's nice to see the gloom and fear on your face," the strange goth girl said coldly. The words sent shivers down y/n's arms.

"You'll get used to it," Yoko said and turned her attention back to the other students.

Y/N tried hard to remember that the guys with the bright blue eyes were sirens. Bianca, Divina and Kent. The young man with the beanie was Ajax, Enid's boyfriend. And the guy with the big eyes and the cute curls was Tyler.

"Xavier, could you please stop painting the bloody wall for a moment? I am introducing everyone to our new student!" Yoko called to the other side of the courtyard.

As soon as y/n looked in the direction the vampire had shouted, she was horrified. "God, this is so embarrassing," y/n thought. Looking straight at her shoes, she seemed ready to dig herself into the ground.

"Y/N, this is Xavier Thorpe, our resident tortured artist. Xavier, this is my new roommate y/n."

"What a lovely coincidence! We've already met. Haven't we, y/n?" he said with a grin.

Embarrassment and shame consumed y/n more and more, so she had no choice but to abruptly run off towards the faculty wing, hoping to find a teacher to help her with the principal's task.

"It's not nice to leave without a proper goodbye!" She overheard his voice.

Later, y/n thought about the fact that she was definitely not going to be friends with this guy.

Over the next couple of months, y/n had become more open to other people. The adjustment period was over and she had a sense of self-confidence. Along with y/n's progress in communication, her abilities also developed. The girl was psychic. With the power of thought she could control various small things. In the past her power had been rather chaotic, but now she could control it well.

Y/N found a common ground with Yoko's company quite quickly. It turned out that Enid and Bianca were big fashion fans. Because of this common interest, the girls began to have sleepovers where they would put on little runway shows, play with make-up or just gossip about the other students. Every trip to Jericho was a great fun for the company. The girls would go shopping for hours, while the boys would sit in the computer club. At the end of the day everyone would gather at the Weathervane for a hot drink. It was always fun and joy, right up to the point where y/n and Xavier had a forehead bump. Each of their encounters always ended in a verbal altercation. One day their argument went so far that she lost control of her powers and threw a sugar bowl at him with her mind. As luck would have it, it hit him in the arm, but he spent the next week with a bandage on his wrist anyway.

She didn't understand why his mere presence was enough to irritate her. It was enough just to be in the same room as him. The worst part was that it all contradicted the fact that he was quite attractive on the outside. Only a blind man wouldn't have noticed the features, the hair, the height. The thought that he was really handsome was even more annoying. Every time she caught herself thinking about it, she cringed and got irritated.

This morning brought something new to her besides the daily frustration. It was anger. Yes, y/n was angry because she had a dream about him that night. The dream was so vivid and alive that it seemed to be happening in real life. He looked at her with a look that was completely different from the ones that sizzled her essence every day. It was something soft and gentle. His arms held her little body tightly, giving her warmth. She, on the other hand, pressed harder against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her cheek was pressed against his chest. He also spoke of how beautiful she was. "Damn bastard is now chasing me in my own sleep," y/n thought to herself as she climbed out from under the covers of her bed. Without a word she grabbed a towel from the chair and headed for the shower, hoping the cold water would help her forget this nightmare.

"Good morning to you too, sweetie," she heard Yoko's voice from the room.

After a quick shower, y/n began to apply her make-up. This Friday was a shortened day, and right after class the students had to go to Jericho for the local harvest festival. Divina and Enid had been talking about the festival all week. Putting the finishing touches on her make-up, y/n pulled her hair back into a careless braid, with strands falling over her face and shoulders, and changed from her nightgown to her uniform.

"What was that earlier in the dorm?" Yoko asked on her way to class.

"Nothing, just another nightmare," Y/N replied. It was clear from her intonation that this was the end of the conversation. That's why y/n loved Yoko so much. The vampire never asked more than she had to. And when y/n said that everything was fine and nothing had happened, it meant "I don't want to talk about it now". Yoko accepted and respected her roommate's personal boundaries.

As they approached the conservatory, the girls met Wednesday and Enid. The young werewolf gave y/n a worried look, but said nothing for fear of upsetting her friend or making her angry even more. As they entered the classroom, the girls stood at Yoko and Enid's desk, discussing plans for their evening trip into town.

"I'd rather poke my eyes out with needles than go to that stupid fair," Addams said.

"Are you really trying to convince us that you don't like cotton candy and stuffed animals?" y/n said sarcastically, which made the other girls laugh.

"Well then, I'll take a portable guillotine," she replied with a short pause, "to be more effective at decapitating teddy bear heads." With that, the girl sat down at her desk and took out notebooks.

The others followed her lead and took their seats. Y/N took her usual place next to another psychic, Rowan. Rowan wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed socializing, but he was always willing to help out. They exchanged a few words during class. But they never found anything in common to talk about. Y/N's desk was located almost directly next to Mrs Thornhill's, allowing her to look out over a conservatory. Just seconds before the bell rang, Ajax and Xavier flew in. The young men were not known for their punctuality, which was always a source of frustration to the teachers. As they settled into their seats, Xavier glanced in y/n's direction. "Nice braid," popped into her head.

"Did you say something?" she turned to Rowan.

"No," he replied with a furrowed brow, "is everything all right?"

"Sorry, I must have misheard."

She'd had a bad headache the whole time she'd been in class. It had happened before when her psychic abilities had developed, but why now? Y/N was in complete control of her power, and the pain hadn't bothered her for months. Forty minutes later, the ringing in her ears was so bad that she could barely hear Ms Thornhill. There was no more strength to bear it.

"Miss Thornhill, I'm sorry," she said, raising her hand. The attention of the whole class was now focused on the girl, "Can I go to the infirmary? I don't feel well."

"Of course! Who's finished the summary and ready to hand it in?" only one student raised his hand. "Shit! You've got to be kidding me." "Amazing, Xavier. Would you be so kind as to escort miss y/l/n to the infirmary?"

With those words, Thornhill continued with the lesson. Enid and Yoko had a nervous glance at each other. They were well aware of the nature of their relationship and that leaving them alone was as dangerous as releasing piranhas into a pool full of injured people. Y/N gathered her things and headed straight for the Infirmary, not bothering to wait for her companion to arrive.

"Was the lecture so boring that you had to pretend to feel bad? I have to admit that was a clever move," he told her, "or did Rowan get to you? It's really hard to communicate with him. I share a dorm with that weirdo," he continued, "I swear he scares me sometimes."

"Would you just keep your mouth shut for a minute?" She shouted as she stopped and turned to face him. The pain in her head was so unbearable that every little noise made her whimper slightly.

"Can you not be such a pain in my butt? On a side note, I wasn't exactly an eager volunteer to come along with you. So please don't be a bitch," he said, stepping around her. "Why did you say that, you fucking moron?" his voice echoed in her head.

As y/n continued her walk to the infirmary, she felt her eyes glaze over and her body lose its balance. She tried to call out to the boy, but all that came out of her lips was a low whisper.

"Hey, have you turned into some kind of statue or what?" he said as he turned. She fell to the ground in front of him, unconscious, "What the fuck?! Y/N, do you hear me?"

Without wasting a second, Xavier took the girl in his arms in a bridal style and ran to the infirmary. Several times on the way he thought she opened her eyes and called his name, but as soon as he looked at her he saw the same pale face.

"It's OK, can you hear me? We're here now," the boy looked from her to the nurse, "Hurry, we need help, she's fainted.

Slowly, the fog in front of her eyes lifted and the headache subsided. Panting, she tried to sit down on the bed, but someone's warm hands gently stopped her, placing an extra pillow under her head and back.

"Hush, don't hurry," a soft voice said. Blinking several times, she saw Xavier sitting next to her bed.

"What happened? How long have I been here? Am I anaemic?" the guy just smiled and shook his head.

"You have talent, you know! It's not even a minute since you got up and you're already getting on my nerves," he said without any anger in his voice, "To answer your questions: you fainted and I brought you here," he bent a digit, "about 30 or 40 minutes at the most," the boy bent another digit, "and no, it's not anaemia. The nurse's opinion is that you're probably just overtired from your studies. Unless it has something to do with your abilities."

"Who else knows?" Y/N asked, ignoring his last words.

“Yoko and Bianca are here, getting recommendations for your care. I think someone's going to miss the festival tonight.”

"I'm fine," y/n said briefly. She stood up abruptly from the bed, which made her feel a bit dizzy. Xavier carefully put an arm around her waist.

"I told you not to hurry. What's wrong with you?" Y/N could see concern in his eyes.

"Since when do you give a fuck about my condition?" She replied sarcastically, shaking his hand from her back. A part of Y/N's mind made him want to grab her even harder, but Xavier obediently let go of his hand.

"These tricks of yours may work on the others, but not on me. What's going on?" There she was, another reason why Xavier Thorpe pissed her off so much: the guy didn't care what she said when it was obvious to him that something was wrong. After they had stared at each other for a few minutes, she let out a breath.

"I'm just really tired. Are you happy now?"

"No, but you're in no shape for any more mockery on my part."

"That's nice of you," the nurse entered the room and handed out the pills and the prescription.

Yoko and Bianca were in fact sitting in the waiting room at the time. When they saw their friend, they jumped up and gave her a big hug.

"Damn it, you scared the hell out of us!" they said in unison.

"It's all right, just a bit dizzy, that's all," y/n tried to convince them with a smile.

"See you at the festival," the boy said with a nod to Yoko and Bianca. He was about to leave the infirmary when he heard her speak.

"Xavier, thank you," the taste of his name on her tongue was odd. He only smiled slightly, but for some reason that damned smile sent a pleasant shiver through her body. And that feeling made Y/N angry again.

"Sinclair, I swear to God, one more outfit change and I'll pass out again," y/n said jokingly. They'd been sitting in Enid and Wednesday's room for two hours now, waiting for the blonde to pick out an outfit for the festival.

"I promise this is the last one. I just want to look good. After all, Ajax and I have a date."

"It's a waste of time either way," Addams said as she looked at her watch, "and the bus to Jericho leaves in twenty minutes. Unless you want to jog through the woods, you'd better hurry."

The carnival at the festival looked impressive. Lots of rides and food stalls. The place looked like a small amusement park with bright lights and loud music. The weather was fine, even though it was late afternoon. The company immediately split into small groups based on their interests. Enid and Ajax went on the Ferris wheel. Divina, Tyler, Kent and Yoko queued up for the hot dogs. Bianca and Wednesday went to the shooting range to see who could get the most points. Y/N felt another stab of pain in her temples, which made her head for the gazebo by the pond. Not for long did the pleasure of the silence last.

"Not looking forward to the festival?" the tall boy said, leaning against the railing of the gazebo where she was standing.

"And you're stalking me now?" she replied, still looking at the surface of the water.

"I thought about getting on your nerves on the bus, but I felt sorry for the people around us."

"Were you afraid they would see you in misery?"

"I didn't want your righteous anger to blow up the bus and hurt the others," he grinned lazily. Sometimes y/n wondered if he'd been born with that stupid grin on his face.

"What do you want, Thorpe?" she asked, rolling her eyes. As soon as she turned to face him, the girl realised how close he was standing to her.

"I think I've answered that question before," he said with a thoughtful expression.

"What do you want from me now?" she asked, moving a little closer to him.

"Oh, you don't want to know, dove," he said, leaning slightly towards her. There were literally a few inches between them. Any passerby would have thought they were a couple, about to kiss. In fact, they were burning each other with glances, testing each other's patience.

Y/N was ready to swear on the Holy Bible that 'Come on, Y/N' ran through her head with his voice. The girl rose slightly on her toes, practically sliding her nose down his cheek. The young man felt her warm breath against his ear.

"Two can play at this game, Thorpe. So back off," y/n whispered, but she didn't move. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the boy exhale heavily at her action. The sight of it sent a wave through her body. No, not anger, it was a wave of excitement and adrenaline. They'd never been this close before. The feeling that it was so wrong and yet so alluring sent her body into a dance.

"I'm afraid you're right, we can both play," Xavier whispered back to her. Then he placed his hand on her waist. Almost as he'd done earlier at the nurses' station, when he'd prevented another fall.

She didn't notice as he took another step towards her so that their bodies were now touching. Even though they were still separated by layers of clothing, the contact burned. The grip on y/n's waist tightened a little, causing her to exhale sharply. The inner voice of her mind screamed at her that this had to stop, that she should just take a step back and put an end to the stupid show. But the demons in her chest cheered sickly. The thoughts and dreams she had chased away for so long, the ones she was angry at, now filled her entire mind. The way he smelled was something she had never noticed before. The woody scent of cologne mixed with the scent of acrylic paint. Barely perceptible notes of coffee created their own symphony with the faintly detectable scent of weed. Surely he and Ajax must have smoked a joint in his dormitory before they left. Complementing this melody of scents was the fragrance of fresh shampoo. Y/N lifted her head slightly and stared at his hair. It looked so silky she wanted to run her fingers through it. To feel the softness between her digits.

Xavier, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off her face. Everything about y/n's features screamed tenderness, vulnerability. When he looked at her, he always remembered their first meeting, how quiet and modest she had been. But then he remembered what she was like now and realised that he had made her into that crazy beast with the glowing eyes and pouting lips. The way she always hid her smile at the sight of him, wrinkling her neat nose and squinting her eyes. He loved the way she could turn on a moment's notice. Even when she threw the damn sugar bowl at him with the force of her mind, he was amazed. It couldn't have been healthy to admire the results of his taunts at her, but he couldn't stop. And now, looking into those bottomless y/e/c eyes, he was deliberately testing the waters. "How long can you keep this up?" his mind raced.

"I could go on like this for the rest of the evening, Thorpe. The question is, do you want to continue this fun little game?" y/n said as if in response to his thoughts. There was a challenge in her eyes. And then she did something that set fire to his chest.

With one swift movement, she pulled him to her by the collar of his coat. Her lips touched the thin skin above his Adam's apple. Xavier Thorpe had never known the existence of that weak spot, as if it had been waiting to be discovered. With a hot, open-mouthed kiss, she nuzzled a spot. And following that touch, he felt a small tongue trace circles on his skin. He could have sworn he saw sparks in front of his eyes. But the pleasure didn't last long. A few moments later, y/n retreated from him with an innocent look and slowly walked back towards the festival.

As she approached the picnic table where all her friends were eating hot dogs, she couldn't help but admit that what was happening in that gazebo was making her very emotional. It was as if an electric shock had been sent through her body. But then a wave of awareness and terror washed over her. She loved it and wanted to go on. For the moment she kissed him, she could hear his every thought. He was thinking about a million things and nothing at the same time. With her little act she turned his mind upside down and she loved the fact that she had a power over him. Y/N could literally feel his demons on her tongue, the way he trembled treacherously.

"Y/N, are you all right? Your face is flushed, like you have a fever," Tyler asked, turning his attention back to the girl.

"Yeah, I guess I'm not dressed for the weather," the company didn't hear the rest of her explanation as Xavier reappeared.

"Bro, what's that on your neck?" Ajax poked at a small hickey with his finger.

"Some kind of mosquito bite or something," Xavier shrugged and blinked at y/n. He waited for her reaction.

"Careful, Thorpe, you do not get rabies. Mosquitoes are disease carriers, in case you didn't know. You have to be more precise," she replied with a grin. The girls at the table laughed. Even Wednesday couldn't resist a laugh,

"OK, where's my hot dog?!"

A week had passed since the day of the festival. And in that whole week they had never crossed paths. Even in the group, if y/n saw him with her friends, she would stealthily avoid them. In class, she never took her eyes off her textbooks. And any trips to Jericho were carefully discouraged. The reason y/n avoided Xavier was because of his thoughts. She could hear him at night. The sound of her name on his lips. She saw what he saw in his dreams. His imagination pictured the two of them in that gazebo. How he held her against him, kissing her roughly, how she moaned against his lips and he couldn't hold back a growl in response. How the sweet kiss broke, both of them breathing hard. How her fingers ruffled the hair at the back of his neck.

As for Xavier, he was obsessed with the thought of her. The girl who used to cause irritation in his chest just by looking at him now made his heart beat wildly. He sought her gaze in the crowd, tried to meet her in their group and in classes, but she stubbornly avoided him. And that pissed him off twice as much. How could she do such a thing and then disappear? What an evil, heartless bitch she had to be to get someone hooked on a needle. Only instead of the drug, it was her. Her smell, her eyes, her slightly clumsy and hurried pace. How could someone become addicted overnight? The obsessive thoughts of the girl never left him, even at night. This made Xavier spend more hours in his shed. It was only when he poured his visions and thoughts onto canvas that he felt better. Looking at the number of her portraits, it was safe to say that he was obsessed. And it infuriated him with renewed vigour.

"So today I am going to hand out the promised group assignments that you have to complete by the end of this weekend! And I recommend that you do your work with the utmost responsibility, because your final grade for the semester will depend on it. You can find your partner and the topic of the assignment in the lists at the exit of the conservatory! Thank you all, our lesson is over," Thornhill concluded as she dismissed the students for a well-earned rest.

As she approached the lists, y/n spotted Divina and Kent cheering. Brother and sister were remarkably well-bonded. Divina was the brain behind their duo, Kent the performer. Just ahead of them, Ajax and Tyler were discussing their task. Enid was paired with Rowan.

"Shit," the girl said in a frustrated voice. She'd hoped her desk mate would be her partner on this project. As she scanned the list below, y/n finally found her name. Next to her last name was Xavier's. "Hell, no. No! No! No!" she thought.

"Who did you get?" asked Yoko.

"Thorpe... Fucking bloody Thorpe!"

"I would ask you not to use language, we still have a project to work on together," the young man seemed to appear out of nowhere just behind the girls. After he had appeared, the vampire whispered something to her friend and turned back to her partner.

Completely ignoring his joke, y/n shoved a sheet of paper with the topic of the assignment into his chest and hurriedly tried to leave the classroom. She was about to disappear into the crowd when he grabbed her wrist.

"Not so fast, dove. There's something I'd like to discuss." That's the nasty grin on his face. "Go ahead, y/n, get angry. Spit venom at him. All week you've been hiding from him so well, and now fate is challenging you. Pull yourself together, you wimp," she thought, looking at him.

"Let's divide the subject into two parts. I'll do the theory, you do the practice," she muttered, her eyes fixed on the buttons of his shirt. She'd never realised how tall Xavier really was. She could barely reach the notch in his collarbone with her nose.

"Great, let's exchange the first notes tomorrow. I'll meet you near the fountain after lunch," he said casually. It was just another little way for him to make her nervous. And he took undisguised pleasure in it.

As agreed, y/n sat down on the grass by the fountain in the courtyard after lunch on Saturday. Around her were various encyclopaedias and notebooks. As well as taking notes, she made small sketches and occasionally cut and pasted something into her workbook. Xavier watched from the sidelines for about 30 minutes. He was fascinated by the enthusiasm with which she threw herself into the process. Especially when it came to projects like this. As he approached the girl, he pulled his sketchbook out of his bag.

"You're half an hour late," she said sternly, without a greeting, "I'm not going to do all the work for you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear a proper greeting," he said as he sat down on the grass.

"Look, Thorpe," she looked at him with a piercing stare, "I'm not here to continue these stupid games. I need an A in this class. And if you're not interested in good grades, get the hell out of here. I can do this on my own. But if you decide to get down to business, please stop playing around.

After this angry tirade from the girl, they never exchanged another word, except about the project. Xavier decided to get creative with his presentation.

"What if, during the story, I put our sketches to life by visually describing the plant's processes?"

"Not a bad idea, we should definitely try it," y/n replied with a slight smile, without taking her eyes off her notes.

After a few hours of painstaking work, the pair had completed the main part of the assignment. There were still a few sketches to be made. Xavier took over. Picking up her things from the grass, the girl looked at her watch and realised they had missed dinner.

"Crap, we missed dinner."

"I had some apple pie leftovers from Ajax's mother in my shed. There was supposed to be some soda too."

"You don't think I'd agree to spend an evening in your company after a peaceful day?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Her notebooks were falling out of her hands and her bag was overloading one shoulder.

"I think you can shove your pride up your ass when you're offered help with something as simple as dinner," he replied, parodying her. Without waiting for an answer, he took her heavy bag and some of her notebooks and headed for the woods. She had no choice but to follow.

During the time they'd spent together, she hadn't heard a single thought from him, but as soon as she crossed the threshold of his shed, his voice echoed in her head, "And why am I doing this?"

"You know you don't have to do this, right?" she said quietly, shifting from foot to foot.

"Can I answer a question with a question?" something in his gaze made her tense. She nodded, "How long have you been able to look into someone's mind and read their thoughts?"

"I don't... How did you..." y/n paused, "What makes you think I can?"

"I got my first inkling in the gazebo when you answered the question I had in my mind. And then I felt your presence in my head. It was as if my skull had been opened and my brain looked at".

"I don't... I can't control it. This power only awakened in me a few days ago. When I get into someone's mind, believe me, it's completely by accident."

"Well, I hope you get over it quickly," he said with a shrug, getting the rest of the pie and soda from the mini-fridge.

After they had eaten and satisfied their hunger, there was an uncomfortable silence in the room. It was strange and unfamiliar. Just sitting in the same room without exchanging barbs.

"May I ask now?" y/n asked quietly, looking up at the young man who was now making small sketches on the canvas. He was probably working on their project.

"Go ahead," he said, without taking his eyes off the canvas.

"Why did you start that provocation at the festival?" her voice trembled at the question, making the boy look at her.

She was curled up on a small old couch, hugging her own knees. Her eyes were fixed on the void. Xavier seemed to see the real her at that moment. So vulnerable and desperate. He quietly put the brush aside, rose from his seat and quietly walked over to her, crouching down in front of the girl. She was still staring off into space somewhere, nervously waiting for his answer. Xavier gently took her hands in his, stroking the backs of her palms with his thumbs.

"Y/N, look at me," she just closed her eyes and shook her head, "It wasn't a provocation. I felt your presence that day, and not just when you were physically there. I felt your thoughts, your mood. And when it left me seconds later, I couldn't resist the temptation to repeat the sensation. Besides, it seemed the only way to get your attention."

"Attention? It sometimes frightens me to realise that all my attention is on you, Thorpe," the boy just shook his head and smiled slightly.

"To tell you the truth, I've liked you from day one. When you bumped into me in the hallway, I didn't swear because you were what I called you. The whole day was going lousy and you just came under the hot hand. So I owe you an apology for my bad behaviour.

"I forgive you."

"Well, it was hard to stop after that. I decided that the only right way to talk to you was to fight and torment you all the time," she looked at him carefully now, "I'm just saying, if I had the chance to change the course of events, I would."

"What would you do?" she asked hopefully. Only now did he notice her intense gaze. He slowly stood and held out his hand to her." I would apologise for my rudeness, as a gentleman should," he took a small step towards her, "then I would introduce myself," another small step, "and ask your name. After a while we would become more acquainted and I would ask you on a date where we would feel comfortable and hold hands. "

"Like now?" she intertwined their fingers in a lock.

"Yes. At the end of the night, I'd walk you to the door of your dorm, thank you for a wonderful time, and..." he let go of her hands, placing one palm on her waist and the other in her hair. Y/N's palms moved slowly to his neck. They could feel each other breathing and their hearts beating in a frantic rhythm. Xavier could only hear his own blood pounding in his ears.

"Xavier?" both of them froze, undecided about taking a step. The last step that would be a chasm from the feelings that had been buried so long and so cruelly. She looked at him, hesitant to burn the damn bridge, looking for support in his thoughts, but it was silent, "What are you thinking about?"

"I just don't want to ruin it," he admitted, closing his eyes. And at that moment, the walls of his impregnable fortress collapsed. She saw the real Xavier Thorpe. The exhausted artist with so much darkness in his head and heart. She felt sharply all his wounds, all the pain his father had caused him, his unshared feelings. His fear ran through her.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

"What?" he asked, blinking several times. He was dreaming. Like he was about to wake up.

"Now, Thorpe."

The sweetness of his lips washed over her in a wave of relief. The puzzle fell into place as she responded to his kiss and pulled the young man closer to her. All this time it hadn't been hate and anger. All these months she'd been falling in love with him, more and more every day. And she simply didn't understand what that feeling was. Only now, in this man's arms, did she feel light and calm. And the constant ringing in her head was gone. After a while they had to stop kissing because they ran out of air. But they didn't break contact for a second, touching their foreheads. The pleasant silence was broken when a gorgon suddenly entered.

"Is there any more of Mother's pie?" he asked, scratching his neck.

"Ajax! I told you not to interfere!" hissed Enid.

Looking out of the window, the couple noticed their friends who had been so shamelessly spying on them. Their momentary attempt to hide outside the window just made the young couple inside the studio laugh. Without further ado, he pulled the girl back to him and said the same three words in his head, just so she could hear them.

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