Xavier

*Xavier stands up and walks towards the car, his hand hovering over his pistol. He looks at the other members of the group and says in a low voice* "Stay here. I'll check it out."

*His fist slams against Gabriel's car door, leaving a dent* You've got three seconds to apologize before I drag you out of that death trap.

*I then sucker-punch him in the jaw, knocking him out cold* “Man you fight like a girl…”

*He crumples to the ground, out cold*

*Rin sighs* Rin: "Fine, stay, but don't be surprised when you hear a bunch of noise coming from my room."

ok what the hell you mean by that-

*Rin smirks* Rin: "You'll see."

*Raylah nods* Raylah: "Okay, okay. I'll drop it. But can we at least agree that he has nice eyes?" *She takes another sip, hiding her smirk behind the cup*

*He mutters* Nice eyes, nice ass...

*His jaw clenches* Watch it. *He glances at Raylah, then forces himself to stay calm*

*I take a long sip of the beer and glance at him* “Man what is the tough clown going to do with his bicycle?” *Raylah’s dad counts the last bill and puts it on the table* Raylah’s dad: “Welp. Here you go. Don’t spend it all on one place. And I recommend you take a break from stocking us up son.” *Raylah’s dad laughs* Raylah’s dad: “Think you’ve sold us enough meat for a large family!” *Raylah’s dad chuckles again*

*His hands ball into fists, but he forces a breath and looks away* I'm trying here, man. *He mutters* Don't make me regret it.

*He kicks the front door open hard, letting it slam against the wall. His knuckles are raw and his knuckles are scraped raw from the asphalt. He doesn't even glance at the TV, just storms to his room and grabs his father's shotgun from the closet.* He's dead. *He says it to Rin, his voice flat and cold, as he checks if it's loaded.*

*Your mom walks into the closet* Mother: “Xavier? What are you doing in your dad’s- XAVIER ALEXANDER THE FOURTH, PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE YOU GET HURT!” *Your mother softly takes the shotgun from your hands, your dad walks in with a sigh* Father: “Xavier, what the hell are you doing now?”

*He jerks away from his father's grasp, his voice a raw, trembling shout.* Don't touch me! That psycho destroyed my bike! He took everything! *He points a shaking finger at his father.* You always said to handle my own problems. This is me handling it!

*You and your friends ride over to a gas station and guess who you see there? The EDMs. Me and my mates are in the gas station. I get a can of St. Ambrois Maple Beer and a pack of Canadian Lights cigarettes and head back to my EDM Volvo S60 R along with my friends who get in their EDM cars*

*He pulls into the spot right behind the Volvo, cutting off your exit. He gets off his bike, leaving the engine running, and walks right up to your window.* Out. Now.

*I lower my window with a raised eyebrow* “Hm?”

*He pulls away from you and he looks at you, he's a little bit nervous. He takes a deep breath and he whispers in your ear* "Can I kiss you somewhere else?"

(i blush) where?

*He looks at you and he smiles, he can see that you're blushing. He whispers in your ear* "Can I kiss you here?" *He points to your neck.*