xavierrud:

iamthefirechild:

Her mouth compressed at his admission. “That,” she said, “is why I’m asking you. Because I don’t /want/ you getting in your car and wrecking it.” She untangled her fingers from his collar, putting both hands back on her hips. “Come on, Xavier. I’m your friend. I care about you. So just tell me.”

{♙} — ; “No.” Simple worded answer, and his body’s defense mechanism kicked in then so he wouldn’t give off any tell-tale emotions, just went blank like he had done the other day with T… that guy.

“Oh, god, Xavier, please don’t make me force you,” she pleaded, voice breaking in the middle. Summer reached out again, putting a hand on his arm. “Xavier. I know … you’re hurt. Please, please just tell me so I can make it right.”