Crossing new boundaries

Kamsi stood by the door to her next class, her hand still in Xavier's. They had walked in comfortable silence, the kind that spoke volumes without the need for words. His fingers intertwined with hers, and though she was still getting used to the closeness, she found herself not minding. There was something easy about this, something reassuring in the way he didn't rush her, letting her adjust to the new territory they were treading together.

They came to a stop in front of her classroom, and she hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to pull her hand away or leave it there, connected to him. Before she could decide, Xavier's gaze softened, his fingers brushing lightly against her knuckles before they lingered just a little longer. It felt comforting, even with the slight pressure of his touch.

He stepped in a bit closer, his lips curling into a playful grin. "Try to focus in class, alright?" he said, his voice dropping slightly. "Don't spend the whole time thinking about me, pug."

Kamsi's brows shot up in surprise. She was about to glare at him, the teasing remark hitting her quicker than she expected, but then she saw the glint in his eyes. The one that made her heart skip a beat. Despite herself, she smirked and crossed her arms, trying to appear annoyed but knowing it wasn't working. "You're so annoying," she muttered, though the corners of her mouth betrayed her, pulling upward in a smile she couldn't contain.

Xavier's grin widened, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Yeah, but you like it," he teased, his voice smooth and light, like he'd known the effect he had on her all along.

Her smile deepened, and she let out a soft chuckle, the sound light and natural, filling the space between them. It was so easy to be around him, even when he was pushing her buttons. She could feel the warmth spreading through her chest, a quiet, steady flame flickering from the inside out.

"Go on, then," she said, her voice tinged with mock irritation. "You're making me late."

Xavier didn't move immediately, still standing there with that devilish grin. "Maybe I just want you to be late," he replied, his eyes flicking from hers to her lips, teasing and unbothered by her obvious attempt to rush him.

Kamsi rolled her eyes dramatically, but the smile she tried to suppress was impossible to hide. She was feeling lighter, despite the tension and uncertainty she had been carrying for days. He had this way of making her forget the doubts that had been swirling around in her mind. Even when he was teasing, she felt safe, like maybe, just maybe, she didn't need to figure everything out all at once.

"You're impossible," she muttered, shaking her head.

Xavier's grin didn't falter. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little softer now, "But you love it."

There was a moment of silence, a quiet understanding passing between them. He leaned in just a little, his hand brushing the top of her head in an affectionate, almost protective gesture. The touch was brief, but it felt like a promise, a small gesture that carried with it all the feelings they hadn't yet found the words for.

He stepped back slowly, his fingers sliding away from her hand, leaving her with a lingering warmth. "Try not to miss me too much, pug," he teased, his tone light but with an underlying sincerity.

Kamsi couldn't hold back a small laugh, her heart feeling a little heavier, a little lighter, all at once. She shook her head, amused and yet still undone by him. She couldn't help herself; his words had a way of making everything feel more complicated and more simple at the same time.

"Yeah, right," she muttered, though her voice lacked any real sting.

Xavier gave her one last playful wink before turning and walking away, leaving her standing in front of the classroom door, watching him go. Kamsi's heart raced, and for a moment, she stood still, the echo of his presence in her mind. She felt his absence immediately, but at the same time, there was something comforting in the space between them.

With a small smile, she stepped into the classroom, her thoughts already back on him, as they so often were now.

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Damon leaned back against the bench, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk curving his lips. His sharp eyes flicked toward Xavier, who sat across from him, practically glowing. Damon arched a brow, his voice teasing but curious. "Well, you seem to be in a much better mood."

Xavier let out a chuckle—low, effortless, the kind that turned heads. His friends stilled for a brief second, exchanging quick glances. It wasn't that Xavier never laughed, but there was something unburdened about this one. Something different.

Gilbert, who had been lazily stretching, suddenly sat upright. His gaze sharpened as he studied Xavier's face. "A really good one," he added, grinning.

Xavier didn't deny it. He didn't need to. The easy smile on his face spoke louder than words.

Alexander, always the quiet observer, watched with his usual intensity. The usual edge of cold detachment in his eyes had softened into something more knowing, almost amused. His posture, typically stiff and commanding, was looser now, his arms resting casually at his sides. He didn't say a word, but the ghost of a smirk on his lips said it all.

He knew.

Before anyone could probe further, a sharp voice cut through the easy atmosphere.

"Xavier. Alaister. A word."

The group turned as the coach approached, his stride purposeful, his hands tucked behind his back. The noise of the field seemed to fade just a little.

Xavier's smile faltered—but only for a second. With a sigh, he pushed himself up, brushing imaginary dust from his shorts before shooting a quick glance at his friends. Their eyes followed him as he strode toward the coach, shoulders squared, confidence intact. But there was a flicker of something in his chest—something tense, something he wouldn't name.

The coach didn't waste time. "The homecoming game is just a few days away," he began, voice steady but edged with warning. "We need you in peak condition—physically, mentally, emotionally."

Xavier nodded, jaw tightening slightly.

The coach studied him, then took a step closer, lowering his voice just enough to make the weight of his words sink in. "Scouts will be watching. Not just local ones. Some from outside the country." A pause. Then, with a measured look, he added, "You know what's at stake. You can't afford distractions."

There it was.

Xavier's fingers curled into fists for half a second before he released them, exhaling through his nose. He already knew that. He didn't need the reminder, but the coach's words still hit their mark.

His lips parted slightly, as if considering a response—something reassuring, something definite. But instead, a slow, confident smile spread across his face. He lifted his chin slightly, eyes locked onto the coach's.

"I won't mess this up," he said, his voice smooth, unwavering. Then, with a hint of amusement, he added, "Can I go now?"

The coach held his gaze for a moment longer before giving a curt nod.

Xavier turned on his heel, his stride easy, his shoulders rolling back as he walked away. The tightness in his chest faded with each step, replaced by something else—something warmer, something lighter.

The moment he reached his friends, Gilbert wasted no time. "So, what did the coach say?"

Xavier shrugged, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. "Nothing major. Just that scouts are coming, and I shouldn't mess this up."

Damon let out a low laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, right. You might wanna take that seriously, man."

Xavier chuckled, stretching his arms above his head. The cool evening air brushed against his skin, the distant roar of students practicing in the background fading into white noise. His mind, however, was somewhere else entirely.

Or rather, with someone else.

His smile deepened slightly, almost absentmindedly, as kamsi's face flashed in his mind—her laugh, the way her eyes crinkled at the edges when she smiled.

Yeah. Everything was perfect.