Redthorn Academy for the Magically Gifted discussion

((Where art is taught))

Hikari trudged in, scowling. He didn't even take art, but he had been forced to today because he had made fun of some kid for liking art. Hikari thought it was stupid. He hated art.

He slouched down into a chair and crossed his legs on the table. "Yo."

Hikari sighed. "I'm Hikari, and I'm here because I said art was stupid and I upset some kid. I was forced to come here 'for experience and to understand'. I'll take a soda if you have any."

"It's literally just smearing a bunch of colors on a canvas and says it represents your emotions or something," Hikari complained. "And then everyone gets so impressed, like 'Wow! That's so abstract and cool!'".

He raised an eyebrow and sat up. "Alright, why not." Hikari stood up and walked over to the easel and picked up a brush. He picked up a brush and dipped it in red. He made a quick and lazy streak across the paper and turned to her. "There. Poetic enough for you?"

Hikari searched her expression wearily, not sure if she was serious. "I literally just dragged the brush across the paper. See? That's what I hate. I literally put no effort into this." He started to add to the line with more strokes, until the line became a detailed red river. He pulled away to admire his own work. "See? That's art."

"Close. But it's not flowing against it's own will. It wants to flow. It's other people who don't want it to flow..." He paused. "That's what I consider art. Something with effort, emotion, behind it. No one thinks that these days, though..." Hikari took black and painted one side of the shore of the river with it.

"What are you making?" he asked. He didn't really care, he just felt like Crystal was eager to tell him.

"Hm," was all Hikari said. Boring, he thought, but if I say that, I'll get in trouble. "So, what's the deeper meaning or whatever?"

Hikari scoffed. "That's ironic." He walked over to her painting and pulled out a match. He held it under it and the canvas broke into flames, quickly crumbling into ashes. Hikari snickered and turned to her to see her reaction.

(He's casting an illusion btw)

Hikari held his hands up. "Hey, hey! Calm down!" he said, pointing to the painting. It was back to normal.

"That's not fair!" Hikari protested. "And I can do it again, and again, and again if I wanted to. I can do anything I want. I just choose not to." His voice suddenly changed from sounding childish and whiny to condescending and dangerous. "You're really lucky I don't have my men anymore, or I'd have your head."

Hikari's eyes widened and he stumbled back against the table. "What the heck?! A dragon?" He took a deep breath and a similar mist formed around him, revealing a bigger and golden dragon.

(He's mimicking what he saw using an illusion, he can't actually transform into a dragon like that)

Hikari cackled and stepped back. The dragon melted and in its place stood a small cat. "Meow?"

Hikari sighed. "Fine," the cat said. In the blink of an eye Hikari was standing there and the cat was gone. "I could report you turning into a dragon, you know."

Hikari groaned and sat down. "Fine." He was expecting the normal talk he'd always get. 'Your behavior is unacceptable'. 'Promise not to ever do that again'. 'Apologize'.

It took a moment for Hikari to process her words. "What?" he asked blankly. "W... What?"

"No," Hikari said bluntly. "I haven't been 'okay' since before I ran away from home. And I'll probably never be 'okay'." He avoided eye contact by staring at the desk.

"Because everyone was fed up with me, and vice-versa. It was better for everyone," he explained, fidgeting with his collar.

He stiffened a her touch. "Yeah, that would be nice." Crystal reminded him of his mother. It was bringing back some memories he wasn't very fond of. Hikari scowled.

Hikari pulled out a cookie and began to much on it. "So..."

He laughed. "You're an awful teacher, you know. I love it." Hikari stood up and pumped his hand into the air, his eyes shining. "Let's rob a bank!" He grinned. "Kidding. As much as I'd like to do that, we should do something less illegal instead."

"Alright, fiiiine. What do you wanna do?" Hikari chirped.

Hikari scratched his chin. "Illegal things, but you said we can't do that."

"Yeah, yeah. But I can't help what I like. I was a crime lord before I got sent here, you know. I was the boss of a whole underground crime system," Hikari said, beaming. "It was amazing."

Hikari grinned and leaned in. "I had all these thugs, and they usually did the dirty work. I'd sell drugs, rob banks, then tie up the loose ends myself. I sold guns and killed people and all sorts of horrible stuff, and the police were never even close to being on my trail."

"Yup," he said, his eyes sparkling. His smile disappeared. "I only got caught because of my brother. He got really close to me to trick me and turn me in. UGH! I was so stupid to trust him."

"Hah, thanks. I pleaded that I was young and stupid in court and they sent me here," Hikari told her. "It hurt. A lot. But I bet it hurts more for him that I got away with all of that and now I'm at a nice school."

"Yes! That would be awesome!" Hikari chirped.

Hikari shrugged. "None that I can think of are very wholesome."

"Need some help?" he asked. "We can think while we work."

"Alright," Hikari said. "And this is a one time thing. Don't get used to it." He picked up the brushes and started to wash them off.

"Alright, do we know anyone afraid of snakes?" Hikari asked.

"Sweet. Now all we need is a rubber snake and we can scare the crap out of them!" Hikari giggled.

Oliver sprinted down the hall, almost as fast as Xavier had brought her; tears flying like rain as she did. Though, it wasn't long before multiple groups of girls started after her, even people who she thought were her friends. Then again, they were more loyal to Xavier than they ever were to her. God, beauty was such a cruel thing. It had the power to command an army, to rally and shun others, to change peoples perspectives, because it's easier said then done to realise beauty isn't skin deep. Especially in this school, where practically everyone looked as if they were on the cover of Vogue at least twice in their lives already. The sunflower fell out of her hair shriveling up and drying the minute it hit the floor. The sound of her shoes were drowned out by the cries and amplified whispers of everyone who had heard the sound.

All she could think of was the way he looked at her, his blue eyes pleaded for forgiveness even though she had just brutally injured him. He knew it wasn't on purpose right? That she wasn't violent on purpose! Right!? He probably never want to even share the same air as her ever again, and she honestly wouldn't blame him. Dashing up the stairs Oliver ran towards her dorm room and locked it since she was the only one there for time being. Closing the door, she slumped up against it cursing herself for being such a wimp. After shutting the door, she waited moments before hearing them at the commons door, not able to enter. Evryone in this house was the family she never had, they protected her.

A couple hours later she fell asleep just wondering what had happened to Xavier. Why was this guy so important to her!? She was so confused, this made no sense to her. Maybe they were just true friends. People she had instant connections with, instead of those who were hunting her down as if she were a witch in a small village. After her restless sleep, she woke up exhausted. Bags under her eyes, messy hair, the heavy feeling on her chest, thats when Oliver noticed that it had not only been a couple hours, but a full day. It was only around 12:00 PM, when she decided that she needed to actually move. So, putting on some sweats, a tank top and an oversized hoodie she set for the art room.

It was Saturday, so there was no class. Nobody ever went there, so she had the entire room to herself. Meaning no angry fangirls, no depressing sights of guys with broken jaws, and people scared for their life. Or thats what it seemed like. Walking into the art room, she got out a blank canvas and a couple of paint brushes and did what she did best. Painted. Before she knew it, Oliver was drawing the outline of Xavier. Though she didn't want to fill it in. So she painted everything around it, she began to paint a small dance studio, complete with flowers spread all over. Of course she wouldn't finish it all today, but it was a start. Until she was comepletely bombarded by her group of 'friends'. "You disgrace." Before she knew it, someone had rushed her flinging the paint out of her hands and onto the floor, spilling it everywhere. Though that was the least of her problems. "Did you really think you'd get away with that Oliver!? You're garbage, we only hung with you out of pity!" Another shouted at her. Someone had started yanking her hair, then she saw someone light a fire. Of course, they had to be some of the strongest elements at this school! They burned her canvas of Xavier, while becoming even rougher. Kicking and bruising her arms and back, cursing, while spilling her things. They wouldn't stop! "HELP! Someone! Help!! Ow! Hey, leave me alone!" Though it's not like if she hadn't slapped him it'd be different, in fact it probably would've been worse, seeing that she accepted the kiss. They would've torn her to shreds, depending on the person, even literally. Oliver was trying her hardest not to let the vines grow, though the floor was already crackling, due to her anxiety. The only thing holding her back, was the fear of killing one of them. Anything would honestly be better than going back home.

The only reason Oliver couldn't control her powers was because, she didn't even fully understand what they were. All she knew is that they were connect to their emotions; like most students here; and they had to do a major amout with plants. Like, sunflowers would bloom in the shade when she touched them, vines would sprout out of the ground; and depending on her mood, they either grew flowers, or they grew sharp poisonous thorns that could fatally injure someone if hit too hard. Like Xavier, or well, as far she knew he was okay. More like she hoped. If anything happened to him, she'd probably tear up the entire school, or most of it. Dealing with that guilt would probably be the most terrifying thing in her entire life. All of this was happening but she was only a teenager. None of this should be put on her shoulders! Of course, she thought after what had happened, he'd never even want to look at her again; she wouldn't blame him either. Though at least he wouldn't get hurt by her anymore. One questioned remained on her mind though, Why am I so consered about a guy who hates me!? maybe they were just meant to be really great friends. Though she couldn't explain it, deepndown she knew it was something else.

For the first time in a long time, Oliver started wimpering. Then crying. Then sobbing, though she refused to make any noise. Giving them the satisfaction of hearing her in pain would only worse, though they started kicking even harder that she had to hold her hands to protect her face. Curling up into ball for safety , she saw her art burn so slowly, as if the fire wanted to torture her. Wanted to break her into a million peices. Though, Oliver refused to let that happen, she never wanted to feel that way ever again. Broken bones were better than broken hearts. Though, her opinion changed quickly as she felt a small snap in her leg from someone jumping on it. Screaming out in pain the tears began to fall freely, with much emotion. "Maybe we should break your jaw too!?" Oliver shook her head. "No? Then keep screaming! I dare you! If one teacher asks what happened we come after you!" Though they didn't know Xavier was even looking for her.

((Ok last comment but oh my gosh OLIVER noooooooo!!!!! :-( This was so cute before an now it's all gone down hill. Poor Oliver... and Xaiver. ))

((I know!!! They have a long way to go, but it'll be worth it when they finally date!))

((So sorry for the late reply. I thought I would get it done yesterday but go so distracted I didn't get time. I'm almost done my reply now shouldn't take me to long ;-) ))

((It's okay I totally understand! Just happy you're back!))

At that question Xavier got some very strange looks. Why would he want to know the location of the girl that broke his jaw? However no one commented and instead they just shrugged.
“Dunno, she just ran off after she hit you.” Someone explained.
“I think she got followed by your fan club.” Someone else added seeming to regret their words after the look Xavier gave them. That’s exactly what he was dreading. He had a feeling that Oliver wasn’t best friends with anyone in this school so many wouldn’t mind hurting her. And many would do just that if they thought they were helping him.
“Xavier wait.” Henry said grabbing his friends arm as he went to leave seeming unfazed by the death glare written on his friends face. Xavier was more than annoyed at this point, how dare they team up against Oliver when it was his fault in the first place. Xavier knew damn well what his fanclub could do. And he knew damn well that Oliver was on the receiving end of that torment. “She’s fine. Isabella and a few girls went her so i’m sure she’s ok, when you are definitely not.” He pointed out gerstung to Xavier jaw. Despite not being broken it was still swollen with blotches of purple and blue, colours that skin should most definitely not be. And it still hurt like nothing.
“Fine.” Xavier huffed knowing that Henry was right, he needed to rest and worrying about Oliver wouldn’t help. I mean how much damage can a school do?

Xavier got the rest of the day off to rest up. A group of his friends also got excused from the final period to look after him and keep him company. Though it was more so they could fire questions at him about what happened and why Oliver did what she did. Then after school many other came up to him firing questions at him. However the one they seemed to be asked most was ‘are you ok?’ it started off with Xavier nodding and saying he was fine but slowly he started really wanting to scream no at them. His brise jaw was throbbing painfully now thanks to all the talking. Which made the repaditice questions a nightmare to answer. It was impossible to smile and even harder to hold a straight face when in pain. It took a few hours but Xavier finally gave up and with a single thought he faded into nothingness. Invisible to the eye. Now that put a stop the the questions. Well all the question directed to him anyway. While still invisible he wandered around the school. He said it was to stretch his legs but he knew, he knew it was because he was looking of Oliver. He tried to hard to convince himself she was fine but he couldn’t believe it. He just couldn’t. He was lying to himself and he knew it. As Xavier walked he heard all the questions still asking about him about him or where was he. Has anyone seen him? Does anyone know where he was? Is he ok? And Xavier didn't even bother answering. He just walked straight by without saying a word.

The only thing he stopped his little invisible trick for was dinner. He got swarmed, again. Frantic girls asking if he was ok and where the hussy Oliver was. Thankfully after seeing his tired ‘can’t be bothered’ look his friends took the hint and told the girls to bug off, with nicer words then that. They told them that right now Xavier needed time to heal. Wrong choice of word, Oliver would get if for that, but then again nothing they said would clare Oliver's name. That was the sad thing. Either way Oliver was in trouble. No one could protect her form beauties wrath forever. Thankfully the pescy girls obeyed , mostly because they didn’t want to hurt him, and left sitting a few tables away from him. All through dinner Xavier watched out for Oliver. But he never once saw her. No even a slightly glimpse of her caramel skin of dark curly hair. Or even the flowers the usually filled her hair and followed her around. There was nothing. Nothing at all. In fact his friends started getting worried. He had barely touched his food, it hurt to eat, and his far off dreamy gaze didn’t help the matter either.
“Xavier, maybe you should call it a night.” Henry suggested waving a hand in front of his friends face to get his attention.
“Mmm.” Xavier replied blinking to bring his friend into focus.
“Yeah ok let’s go, you need sleep.” Henry decided talking Xavier's arm and pulling him to standing. “Let’s go see you all tomorrow.” He said waving at their table group while dragging Xavier to his drom.

That night Xavier didn’t sleep. In fact he only got about four hours sleep though the whole night despite going to be early. His jaw was hurting like heck and his thoughts kept going back to Oliver. He kept wondering if she was ok. Kept wondering what would have happened if he didn’t get ahead of himself. If he had just stopped being himself for a while. This would have never had happened if he had just realized his consequence of his actions. It was all HIS fault. That whole night he was kicking himself. Beating himself up for being so stupid. He ended up reading. A book he had been reading while but never finished being reading wasn’t his favorite thing. Just a thing he did to pass the time. And that night was a very long time to pass.

Xavier sat there flicking page after page even line every word pulling him deeper into the fantasy world and out of the real one. Dragging him in so he momentarily forgot his problems. He got pulled in becoming the character who had an happily ever after. Like all book characters in the end life always ends well for them. He just wondered why reality couldn’t be that nice. He didn’t put the book down until he actually finished the book. With satisfying clap he closed the book finally waking to the real world. He hadn't realized but he had been in that book all night and most of the day. It was now 12:00 and he had several texts on his phone asking where he was and if he was ok. Xavier debated replied by decided against it. He didn't want everyone's attention. He was more then happy alone like he was. His jaw was less swollen today and the bruises were more faded colours of purple and blue, but talking still hurt so if he could help it he wouldn’t talk to anyone. Ignoring all that texts and calls Xavier got up and put on a new pair of clothes not really wanting to walk around in the ones he slept in. His top, like always, was bright and colourful matched with a dark pair of pants. He didn’t bother with his hair, it was always like this and he didn’t bother dealing with it. It took to much effort. With his copper hair strewn across his face, Xavier walked out of his dorm heading towards the library book clutched in his hand.

Xavier kept himself invisible as he walked, not wanting the attention. The halls were abandoned, no one was in the school on saturdays, but Xavier wasn’t going to take that chance. If one person found him all of them would. Then he would have to talk and he was way too tired to put on a fake smile and laugh at their comments. Four hours sleep would do that to him. He would looks at getting some coffee later, once the cafeteria cleared of people. Xavier deliberately took the long route needed to stretch his legs and he didn’t know what he would do after he finished his library trip, so he took his sweet time. Conveniently his detour took him past the art rooms. ONe of the places he liked walking being their art on the walls were amazing. Some people were strangely talented. However Xavier quickly found out that was a bad idea. The art made him think of Oliver. He even saw some work of hers on the walls and man was it amazing, Xavier could never do anything like that. He could draw pretty sick stick men but that was all. Now Xavier, in no way, was expected company on his library trip. He didn’t think anyone would be in class. And in no way did he expected to find Oliver. But there she was. Standing in the middle of the art room pants in hand, and outline of something on a canvas in front of her. Xavier hesitated, he should leave, but he didn’t. Instead he hoved at the doorway keeping his invisibility on. He highly doubted Oliver would want to see him. Oliver probably hated him right now and he wouldn’t blame her. He had hurt her in so many ways she probably didn’t want to see him ever again. Xavier should leave, he knew he should leave. But she look so dang beautiful. They way she stood there looking unfazed by the world around her. The way she dragged the paint brush across the sea of white added little sparks of colour in delicate lines. Even the way the sun caught her in it's rays of light like a spotlight was mesmerizing. The way the sun lit up her skin making her seem full of life, making her glow with a golden light no others to match. No Xavier stop it He scolded himself turning away and dashing down the hall. No he shouldn’t be dreaming over something he couldn’t have. Something he would never be able to have because he- he and his silly actions- screwed everything over. Sad thing was, he had been to far away to see what she was painting, to see how she was deliberately paint him. Painting him and not seeming to mind one bit. He also had no idea that if he stayed, if he had stayed a bit longer he could have saver Oliver. Saved her from the torment soon to come.

Xavier ran the rest of the way to the library pushing himself as fast as he could go. He slide around corners loving the physical strain of his sprint. He was puffing by the time had gotten to the library and his invisibility had worn off, making him seeable to all the eyes that were in the library. So he made his trip quick. Made sure he didn’t take long ditching his book and picking a new one. He had to fake a few smiles and say a few things but all in all his trip was successful. He didn’t have to deal with love sick girls or even with his friends which was nice. Extremely nice in fact. He was in and out within minutes and was heading back down the corridor he had come from in under fifteen minutes. But that was fifteen minutes to many. In those so few minutes everything had gone so very wrong.

Xavier was walking through the halls, deliberately going back the way he came. He carried two new book in his hands and and returned to his invisible state so there was no need to rush. However that’s when a cry of help reached his ears. Xavier halted apoen hearing the scream again. Slowly a sense of dread crept into him as the scream continued. He hate a terrible gut feeling he knew who was making those screams. No one in this school screamed like that unless something was very very wrong. And no one else that he knew of was down his hall, down in the art rooms. And that one girl and all the reasons in the world to scream. Cursing out loud Xavier dropped in invisibility and broke into a head long sprint not caring about his already tired body.

Xavier cursed again as he caught the smell of smoke. In a room full of highly flammable stuff that was no a good sign.He pushed himself as fast as he could go before slowing as he reached the art room door. He slowed his pace slowing his breathing in order to not get spotted. His pulse raced as he noticed unnatural glow of red emanating from the art room. However Xavier took a deep breath feeling very glad for his ability to keep a straight face. He knew a direct attack would work so instead of entering the art room, Xavier lent against the door frame, keeping a relaxed demeanor and the usual grin on his face. Surprisingly the first thing he did was pull out his phone, no intervening just filming despite the pained whimpers and insane laughter echoing in his ears. However at the painfully familiar crack of a bone Xavier steeped in. Lowering his phone Xavier announced his persistence with a calm voice but one that still rung out over the crackle of the fire . “What an interesting problem.” She said studying his fingernails like there was no care in the world. “You’re in pain but can’t scream for help of more pain will be inflicted. So how do you get away from the pain?” He asked look back up at them and raising a eyebrow. Slowly he stepped into the room forcing himself to look at Olivers attackers and not Oliver herself. “Now you said she couldn’t call for help right? Well you never said anything about me calling for help.” He said holding up his phone in triumph. He flipped it around to show them the glowing screen. “And with one push of a button this video will be sent to all of my friends a few of yours and more importantly many of the teachers.” He said keeping his voice sweet despite the threat. “So I highly suggest you step away from Oil or I will no hesitated to make you lives as miserable as you have made hers.” He growled before grinning again and stepping from the doorway to let them past. “Deal?”

((Oh my dear gosh whoops..... I did not mean to write that much....... XD Anyway thanks for understanding i'm happy to be back :-) ))

((Sorry if I don't write as much as you I don't believe that I'm there yet.))

Oliver, held in her pain as she noticed that all of a sudden they had stopped. Her hair was about to be sheared with some safety scissors, by these awful girls and she wouldn't even have a chance to apologize. Xavier hadn't done anything wrong actually, he was showing affection like a good friend would do. Like a nice person would do. Though, Oliver wasn't neccarily used to 'nice people' in fact, 'nice people' were mythical to her. Sure, people would act kindly towards her, and smile, laugh sometimes, but thats exactly what it was. An act, something to hide how they truly felt. Oliver wasn't a moron, she knew that people talked about her. It wasn't hard to notice, especially when people wanted you to hear their whispers. Now, these people, these were the ones she was accustomed to. Not even her own family was spared from this judgement, in fact her father dressed her up like a boy until it was pretty obvious what she was.

As she was being beaten, all she could think of was how she would never get to talk to people who really enjoyed her, people who were genuine, smart, politcally active, kind, just what she wanted to be. Because, just as she had expected, they hated her now, she couldn't walk into the same room as them without being stared at. So she just stayed inside her room. Of course, the thought of being near them made her so sad, seeing as everytime she saw them fear and anger was deeply rooted in their eyes. They couldn't see her as anything else now, and to be fair, she didn't believe that she deserved to be seen as anything else. She didn't even have a chance to prove to them that she was anything else.

Now, last night, Oliver had actually stopped by the infirmary to check up on him, she wanted to apologise for everything she had just done. Sure, girls hated her now, but did then even really like her in the first place? Though, as she went to check on him, she waited until everyone had left, before pulling up a chair next to him and just sobbing. There were a couple words repeated while she cried, but for the most part it was just her confessing. Meeting Xavier had been like a dream, she had been accepted by these kind people and yet she had ruined it. Then she had hurt Xavier more than needed. She didn't want him in harm's way, but she couldn't control herself. The Terra house training was studying rock based powers at the moment, so plants were put aside for the moment.

Finally, Oliver decided to open her eyes. Her vision was insanely blurred from her tears that didn't seem to stop flowing, as if they didn't want to. It had been awhile before she noticed that they were gone, she thought her savior had gone as well, but as she looked up, there Xavier was. Standing high and mighty with stitches lining the entire right curve of his jaw. God! What was wrong with her!? Why had she spazzed out like that!? He was being nice. Though, she couldn't stop herself from being vulnurable at the moment. Like a crab without it's shell, she rested on the floor, in too much pain to get off the floor. Her leg was broken in several spots, after being stompted on, having been hit with metal and art easels, rightly so. "I-I-I'm so s-so sorry! I'm so sorry." This was not an often state she was found in, in fact the last time she had cried over someone, (besides last night) was when was 14, and her family was just gone and she was here. No explanation or anything, just shipped her off. "I-I..." Oliver was so damn tired, and in so much pain as well. Twisting her body, she moved so her back was flat on the floor, and her legs were facing upwards. Her ankle was bent in an inordinary way, bleeding severely, and in pain. Slowing her breathing, she thought about the small vines that were starting to become small sprouts. Gently, they elevated her leg, and sat her upright. "If it's not too much of an issue do you think you could take me to the nurse?" Her voice was quiet, and she couldn't bring herself to look at him in the eyes.

Her cheeks were tear stained, and her clothes were singed and torn, and in the corner her painting of Xavier was torn but one half remained. Taking off her hoodie, she strained to reach the painting to put out the fire. While she hadn't mean to, a sort of revealing tank top was underneath because, she didn't actuslly believe that she'd be in a situation today, or even in the next couple of hours where it had to be taken off, around someone no less. Though luckily, nothing else was damaged in the fire, her painting was so important to her for reasons she couldn't explain to someone who hadn't felt it. To refrain from crying once more she just reminded herself that she had been through worse. Though at the moment, not even Oliver herseld was sure of that.

((I know this isn't as long as yours but like I said I'm not there yet!))

((Hey please don't not worry at all. This is the first time i have ever ever wrote this much... The only reason I did this much was because I had time and because you left it open for me to write a lot. Most of it is information you can't to much with so a lot of it's just filler anyway. So honestly don't feel the pressure to write what I did. If you do that's amazing but don't feel the need to :-) ))

Xavier saw the looks of horror cross the girls faces. Xavier himself had caught them in the act of beating up the girl that broke his jaw, yet he disapproved. Anyone one could tell that by the strangely calm death glare on his face. The cold look that said if they didn't leave now there would be some serious trouble. At first they looked down at Oliver who was still whimpering and bleeding on the ground before looking back at him.
“Fine.” One of them said with a roll of her pretty brown eyes that would have been attractive to any other guy other than Xavier. “Just keep in mind we did you a favor by hurting this little hussy. We did you so much of a favor.”
She said before striding out the room seeming unfazed by his intrusion. However a few look nervous were cast around the room as they all walked out. They generally thought they were helping him and here he was threatening to get them expelled. That must come as a shock to them. But Xavier felt no remorse about doing what he was doing. Anyone who thought this was right to do to a human being deserved much more than a petty threat. As they walked out Xavier never softened his glare.

He watched and waited for them to be out of sight before dashing to Oliver's side. The whole of her left leg was not right. It was bent at such a wrong angle it made Xavier almost gag. And then the blood. To much blood then a human body should be letting out. If Xavier hadn’t grown up with the brother he did he wouldn’t be able to stomach it. And in no way would he let someone, someone as miss understood as Oliver, suffer that same fate as his brother. “Hey hey Oil stop it’s ok.” He whispered cutting in as apologies fell from her mouth. He knelt beside her keep his eyes his voice ever aspect of him calm. For her sake. Panicking while someone was hurt never ended well. Smoke stung his eyes and the heat was beginning to be unbearable. But he dealt with it. He, after all, had made this mess.

A dry laugh fell out his mouth as she asked, rather politely if he could take her to a nurse. “Yes Oil, I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” He whispered softly. Gently he slipped a arm around her back gently pulling her to sitting. He let her fully lean on him so it didn't put strain on her wounds. His arm gently cradling her beaten body against his despite all the blood. He let her stay there, unable to move her. Even though there was blood and fire he couldn’t help the wired feeling the ran through him as he held her close. However he quickly told himself to get over it, no point fantasizing on something so little right now, and he lent her against something so he could work on her leg. He needed to at least try stop the flow of bleeding before moving her. The infirmary wasn’t far from here but that leg of hers was still to scarily damaged to move. Xavier pulled off his own coat using it to wrap around her bleeding leg. He could do nothing about the clearly broken bones right now but the blood he could most defiantly try stop. He would try stop it, he owed her that much.

As he tied the makeshift bandage around her leg he felt her move. “Hey Oli, Oli don’t move.” He said crawling to her side. He saw her take of her hoodie and he averted his eyes for a bit. He didn’t exactly think that someone like Oliver would wear something like that. But in a way he wasn’t complaining. In a weird way he didn’t really mind, that top was rather flattering on her. “Hey stop moving.” He said pulling his head from the dream it was in. After this he doubted they would ever talk again. He had caused why to much damaged to ever be forgiven. “Here let me do it.” He said reaching to grab the thing she wanted using his other hand to hold her back. Careful not to burn himself, Xavier pulled the smoldering canvas from the flames that were slowly taking over the whole room. He pulled the painting out and, even though it was only half of it, he somehow knew what it was. He had looked in the mirror to many times. It was him. The painting Oliver was reaching for was one of him. “Oliver wh…” He stammered. Why was there a painting of him. Why did Oliver seem to want it so badly. “Come here, let’s just get you somewhere safe.” He finally said waving away the painting question for a while. They didn't need any added stress. Once again Xavier moved his hand around her waist which felt strangely weird thanks to her revealing top. But he didn’t complain. “Ok this will hurt but it’s how I have to pick you up.” He said before slowly hooking his other arm under her leg then standing.

As he held her in the bridal style he realized she weighed nothing, nothing at all that it was scary. It didn’t know if it was his strength or her weight but he could carry her everywhere and not feel tired. “It’s ok.” He said reassuringly. “It’s ok I’ve got you.” Gently, he let her head rest against his chest. He planted a kiss on her forehead, forgetting completely about the fact that this little thing started the whole situation. And with that he carried her to the infirmary coating them with inadvisability while he walked.

“Make room!” He yelled, despite the fact that it made his jaw hurt like heck. The call was followed by him quite literally kicking the door open. He still cradled Oliver carefully in his arms but as he burst through the door. He didn’t even care about the others in the room. Oliver was ten times more important then some petty headache. He entered on of the medical rooms and lay Oliver down of one of the beds. “And someone call a nurse!” He yelled before turning his full attention to the limp body of Oliver in front of him. His hands were slick with her blood. Some of it clotted around his fingers making it hard to move them. Even his clothes were blood soaked with her blood and burnt in some places. Little blisters made there way up his arms and his breathing was raspy thanks to the smoke he breathed but, that was nothing compared to Oliver. No human should have lost this much blood it was terrifying. Even his jaw hurt thanks to it's over use in both yelling and just normal talking, and he was sure he pulled on of the stitches. He head was throbbing and he felt lightheaded, dizzy even. His vision was blurred in the corners and he had a wicked headache. He blamed that fully on all the running. He ran the halls three times now, once while making sure not to bump Oliver to much. And all his invisibility. He over used he power and that had it's consequences. Hiding both him and Oliver as he ran and pushed him just to far. Now his world spun and it was almost a fight to stay conscious. Thought at least he wasn't bleeding. Not like Oliver was. And nothing was broken. It looked like they had been through a war. A war he started and Oliver got the bad consequences for. “Oli, Oli please, Please talk to me.” He said leaning over her and whipping some of her hair from her eyes. Gently he tapped her cheek to get her attention. “Hey Oli please don’t you dare fall asleep on me. You’re safe now just stay away. Please.” He begged unable to stop the panicked edge enter his voice. He had kept his cool when facing the girls but now they were out of an immediate danger he couldn’t help as his body start shaking. He had been braved. He had played hero. He could put on an act but he couldn’t anymore. Oliver was in more pain right now then he ever had been in. And it was all his fault.

((Ah! So sweet!!!))

This was not what she thought would happen on a Saturday, in the art room no less. Nobody ever dared to visit here, except during the week for art, and Oliver on the weekends. Yet, here they were in a smoulderingart room, with her body battered, bruised, and broken on the floor. For some reason, his touch had stopped her from completely loosing it and hyperventilating to the point of becoming unconscious. For a moment she felt extremely calm, before seeing him look away from her. Was he really that ashamed of her? His cheeks were slightly tinted and he wasn't looking at her in eye, Xavier was acting completely evasive. The only reason Oliver knew what it even looked like was because she was so used to people giving her this look, when conversations went on too long, or when they were partnering with her for an assignment. Of course. Why was she surprised? She had broken the guy's jaw. He was entitled to whatever emotion he felt. And, if he simply wanted to treat her like everyone else did, if he wanted to distance himself, then she couldn't stop him. Though her gut knew otherwise. Though a big part of her wished that he'd be different. Wished that perhaps he would actually like her instead of just not hating her. To have a real friend. As he reached out to grab the painting, Oliver grew extremely nervous. What would he say? Would he think she was a creep? Would he just get mad at her? Maybe he'd just leave her alone. "I-I... just, wanted to.." see you again. she finished the sentance in her head, but thankfully he dismissed it.

As his arm curled around her waist, she let out a small wimper know what was to come next. Quickly she buried her upperbody into his chest wrapping her arms firmly around his neck as if letting go would physically kill her. As he picked her up, she let out a slew of cuss words, looking at Oliver one may not think of her as someone with a sailors mouth, yet here she was, having more profanities in her dictionary than the average human being.

Feeling Xaver take off, and run through the halls, Oliver noticed that people seemed to hear the footsteps, but couldn't actually see them. A few looked as if they could catch glimpses of them, but the majority was just confused. Then, Oliver decided to take her mind of the pain, to think about what powers he said he had. Back to two days ago, when they'd first met. He was in incognita, but he didn't tell her his power, not that she remembered. Though from the way people weren't gawking at him, she assumed he could turn invisible. God, how she wished that was an option for her. Every time she got pissed her plants were about to murder someone, usually her attacker. Her own powers scared her. Sometimes, Oliver believed that the plants were alive on their own. Like a pack of wolves ready to shred, kill, and maim anything that even touched Oliver.

The blood was now soaking all the way through his jacket, and all Oliver could do was apologize for inconveniencing him, and ruininf his jacket. She knew that he must've been absolutely exhausted from running and carrying her, hopefully she wasn't too heavy, but she doubted that was true. She didn't really eat, or work out too much so she was slightly underweight. Part of the reason she had gotten her bruises and leg broken so easily.
Gosh, she was so tired, and falling asleep seemed like such a good idea at the moment as well, that she almost did. Now, she didn't think about this alot, scenarios like this, of course being targeted by a group of angry hormonal teenagers wasn't exactly the ideal way to go out to Oli. Even in the midst of all this, she let out a small chuckle before curling up in his arms. Feeling the small peck on her forehead made her smile this time instead simply beating the ish out of him.

As soon as Oliver landed on her bed, she wanted to fall asleep. This was becoming so hard to handle. Though turning to look at Xavier, she noticed he wasn't looking too good. Delirious and lightheaded, she reached out and touched his face, carressing his cheeks and lips. "You should go to see a doctor, you don't look okay." Rubbing her thumb on his lips she felt them slightly part before drawing her hand back, what the hell was she doing!? She just got mad at him kissing her(on the nose), yet here she was teasing him. She had began to close her eyes until she heard a voice start talking. It was Xavier's. He was telling her to stay awake. So she placed her hand back onto her face, still extremely delirious she still didn't have anything of what was going on, until she found herself being rolled away from Xavier on a gurney. Luckily because the nurse had powers the process didn't take that long, and it wouldn't take months to heal. Just a couple weeks.

Though for Oliver, it was like putting on shoelaces that just happened to go through her legs. She was passed out and when she came to, she passed out once more due to the lack of blood she had. Or more like didn't have, though during the entire process she thought about Xavier, would he be okay? He didn't look okay. Oh how the rumors would spread, how Xavier heroically carried a hurt girl to the nurse, like a superman helping a damsel in distress. Her shirt, was the only thing that had survived the blood bath and they didn't neccarily having anything else.

Please, please, please be ok Xavier though looking down at Oliver who was currently lying on the bed. He would never forgive himself if someone died thanks to him. He wouldn’t be able to live with another death in his life. Especially if that life was lost by his hand. He knew some people could kill with little to know remorse but Xavier was most definitely not one of those people. He would greave even if someone he didn’t know died let alone someone dying by his hand. He had no idea how his brother did it. How his brother dealt with the blood on his hands. Seeing Oliver in this state because of him was enough to break him down to tears. Not to mention if she actually died. He would never be able to return to this school after that.

Well Oliver replied to his request for her to stay awake, just no in the way he thought. Xavier shivered as he felt Oliver's fingers brush his cheek then trail down to his lips. He felt a wave of tingles follow her fingertips as they moved down his face, as if she was teasing him. “I’m ok, help is coming.” He said softly grinning as her thumb ran over his lips parting them slightly. What she was doing, he didn’t know, but he would let it happen as long it kept her awake. And as much as he denied it, he almost liked it, almost. This wasn’t the touch of a normal love sick girl. This was Oliver, she didn’t seem to care about him when they first met. In a weird way that’s what made him care so much. She wasn’t friendly to him just because of his looks. But this was only because they were both delirious, right? She didn’t mean any of this. Right?

Xavier frowned as she pulled away highly confused by what she wanted. Sometimes she was ok with this physical contract. Then again it was this that got them into trouble in the first place. However as she closed her eyes he panicked. “Oliver don’t close your eyes. Come one look at me.” He said gently running his hands down her arm. “Come one Oliver hold on just a bit longer.” He begged breathing a sigh of relief when she seemed to comprehend his words. Her focus wasn’t on his face, in fact he had no idea where she was looking, but her eyes were open and that was enough for him. She was awake and breathing right now he couldn’t ask for more.

He had no idea how long it was until someone arrived to help. He had no idea how long he had been muttering sweet nothingness to Oliver to keep her awake. But finally two nurse walked through the doors seemingly calm but after see both him and Oliver they seemed to realize the severity of the situation. This was no the usual splinter or power gone wrong. This was much worse. Seeming to realize Oliver was worse of the two they turned their immediate attention to her pushing Xavier back. And he just let it. Oliver was safe now, he could relax. So he did. Using the wall to lean against, he watched them check Oliver. His eyes threatened to close but he forced them not to, he had spent ages telling Oliver not to it would suck if he himself subcame to the deadly need for rest.

It didn’t take them long to decide that Oliver needed more attention then she was getting and they hastily wheeled her out the room. However one nurse stayed behind turning her attention to Xavier himself.
“Come, sit down, you look as if you’re going to pass out.” The older nurse said gesturing to another bed for him to sit on. Xavier obayed moving his tired sluggish body over to the bed and sitting, his body automatically hunching down on itself. His head was spinning and his jaw hurt. He felt the nurse work. He felt everything she did. Ever weird lavender smelling ointment she rubbing on his blisters and the strange brown healing agent she lathered onto his smaller scratches. He didn’t exactly know what was going on, he tuned out ages ago, but whatever she didn’t numbbed the pain. With the smaller outside wounds healed she handed him two pills and a glass of water.
“Take these and we will get to you jaw ok.” She said sweetly through the needle in hand didn’t lie. “You did a good job and pulled a stitch out. I’ll just have to fix that then you have a few visitors.” He explained further just in case Xavier couldn’t tell what he did to his jaw. As if the blinding pain wasn’t enough.
Xavier suppressed at her further explanation. He didn’t want ‘visitors’ he didn’t want any attention at all after this. He wanted to be left alone. HIs head still throbbed and any movement of his jaw hurt. However this was Xavier they were talking about. Peace as not a thing he ever got. Everyone would want to talk to him and he was sure many of his friends would be piling up at the door right at this very moment. They usually had the best intentions at heart but… He didn’t want to talk.
“Just get it over with.” Xavier snapped which was completely out of his noramly character. The slightly startled look from the nurse made him regret his words. Xavier knew all the nurses quite well being he often came here for one reason or another so they knew he wasn’t the snappy type. It was a problem if Xavier started snapping, something must be really wrong for him to do that. Then again he was just tired having no more than four hours sleep over one night. And having the painful experience Xavier just had he wasn’t surprised he was a bit snappy. However he still closed his eyes the the needle and thread slid through his skin. The needles entry points bubbled with blood but no pain followed thanks to the pills.

It wasn’t long until his quick treatment was done and the nurse moved on to help with Oliver inviting his first visator into the room as she left. From where Xavier sat hunched over on the bed he heard the worried chatter from outside and almost wished that these last to day hadn’t happened. Wished that he had never run into Oliver or invited her to dance. That he had never kissed her leading to her punching him and then so on. He wished for all that to change. But… would he really trade meeting Oliver for a better two days? That was the question that turned in his head as his first visitor made his way to Xavier's side.

With tear blurred eyes, Xavier looked up to greet the new arrival ready to put on a fake grin. However he was glad to see it was the deputy principal. He had cried in front of him before, in fact it was only a few weeks ago that he broke into tears in front of him, so Xavier didn’t bother faking his grins. He just let his body hunch as the silent tears dripped down his cheeks and stung his jaw wound.
“Xavier,” the deputy principal said sitting opsist the crying boy, “I just need to know what happened. Can you give me a rundown on that please?” He asked looking at Xavier slightly expectantly. When Xavier didn’t speak the deputy principal started it off.
“Look we just need to know who to blame ok…” Xavier cut him off when he handed him the video of the girls beating Oliver. The video he took before stepping in and helping. The one ending with the sickening crack of Oliver's bones. And with the video came the explanation from Xavier. Once the words started they didn’t stop. He told him about how he didn’t trip and fall of the stage like he said it was, and that it was in fact Oliver who did it. He told the deputy principal all of it.

The deputy principals face changed all though Xaviers story. It went form a look of confusion to one of worry to one of sympathy to one of pure curtaincy.
“Well that explains a few things.” He started off running hids tongue along his dry lips. He sounded to formal to sure of himself as he stood heading to the door. “I’ll have to find the girls who did that to Oliver and have a chat with them but it looks like Oliver also had a part to play in this…”
“NO!” Xavier cut in shooting to his feet and gripping the deputy principals wrist. A very informal way to handle someone in such a high position but in this case Xavier didn’t care.
“No.” Xavier said softer this time upon seeing the annoyed look on the deputy principals face. Why was Xavier acting s0 snappy all of a sudden? Why did he protected Oliver so much?
“Please don’t blame Oliver… it.... It was my fault she’s not to blame. I provoked her.” Xavier pleaded water slowly filling his eyes. However his sad look didn’t seem to affect the deputy principal. He just shook his head sadly.
“Xavier boy, you know we can’t just let Oliver away with this and not anyone else. If Oliver gets away with it other will think they can to. It will all go down hill from there.” He said softly but not look exactly like he regretted it.
“No you don’t get it.” Xavier huffed but he the deputy principal had made up his mind. Once Oliver recovered she would get a punishment as well. Why did Xavier always screw up!
“I’m sorry boy but this school will go out of hand otherwise.” He said watching as Xavier sat back down and massaged his temple. “I’ll tell everyone else to leave, you don’t need visitors right now.” He said before leaving them room his commanding voice the last thing Xavier heard as the door shut.

It felt like ages until someone finally came out the room Oliver was in. Xavier could have left ages ago but he didn’t. He stayed wanting to make sure Oliver was ok. And tell her about what the deputy principal said.
“Yes Xavier, you can see her now.” The nurse said stepping aside for him. It would be lying to say Xavier hadn’t ask more than once to see Oliver. He needed to know if she was all right. Every time his request had been denied. Until this time. Without anymore words Xavier dashed to the door and quickly slipping into the next room. All the nurse left the room after him a needles and other medical equipment in hand leaving only him and Oliver.
“Hey Oil.” He said softly. “How you doing now?” He asked moving to her side. Xavier was still tired and his body aching dully but he still mustered a small smile onto his lips. For her sake. He assumed she would be like him. The bones were fixed but the wounds and pain weren’t. With all her wounds he couldn’t imagine the pain. Pills could only do so much. His eyes run up and done her body taking in the wounds and, as much as he denied it, lingering slightly on her more than revealing outfit. However that was the fires fault. Fabric and fire didn’t go together, at all. Shifting his eyes to her dark ones Xavier slimed sloftly. “I’m sorry Oli. I really am sorry for getting us all into this and…” His voiced threatened to crack but he held it together. He didn’t know what character to play in front of Oliver. When he felt like breaking he still acted strong but… they had been through some much in only two days and he didn’t know whether he should acted strong like he did with everyone else. Or if he should let himself crumbled, let himself been seen as his weaker self only a few had seen. Why was Oliver so gosh damn confusing! “And i’m sorry.” He finished looking to the ground. He left the information about her punishment for later. Now wasn’t the time to bring it up.

((I know it's so cute! :-3 ))