novacane, baby

There was not the lights of the press or the embarrassed eyes of his parents at Preston. Instead fawning teenage girls, oblivious to the manipulation behind Xaviers dark brown eyes. 

And he could just let go. 

Snort and smoke whatever the suppliers of the school had to offer, to feel that hole he felt in his stomach, that only seemed to grow with every lie he told and every person he hurt. But as he is laying on the floor in his dorm room, empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, he stares at the ceiling and cannot find the thrill he once felt. But why should he? Xavier Greys playboy ways were expected of him here, what were lusted for him here.  But in LA, behind the cameras and the door of the Grey's mansion, it was a scandal. But only because it reflected badly on his cold hunger famed parents. A socialite for a son? Tut tur Mr. and Mrs Grey, your wealth should be kept under control. Because Xavier was the real gold to them, not the money. Anyone can have money, but not anyone can have him. 

He'd once deliberated becoming a good, loyal, honest person ...but how bloody boring would that be he had laughed to himself. 

Which perhaps is what made Xavier Grey all the more bad, invincibility, confidence, and a self gain kept under a facade he had mastered ever since watching his parents play being in love on the news, only hours after they were screaming at each other across the hall. 

Why be good when you can be great? 

intimate 

"Lead the way" She replied. Xavier wanted nothing more than to get out of the bitter cold New York air, the climate between here and his home in California couldn't have been any more different. 

Out of habit, his hand fell into his pocket to reveal an old fashioned, gold cigarette case. He flicked the lip open and popped one into his mouth, after lighting it he went to put the case back into his place but paused, cocking an eyebrow slightly, and then turned to offer Harper one. He had no idea whether or not she would accept, smoking wasn't something they'd discussed in class. "So," he smirked, his voice turning into velvet, his heavy eyes resting on her blonde mass of hair as they walked, he let closer to her slighter and lowered the volume of his voice, "How does it feel to be fraternizing with the enemy, Harper Callaghan." He chuckled and composed his structured poster once more, taking drags from his fag here and there. 

"Heaven awaits," His voice chimed, as the doors to the canteen came closer and closer with each lean pace. He stubbed his cigarette on the brick wall and flicked it carelessly behind his shoulder. "Well, when I say heaven I mean mediocre coffee, but what a bliss it shall feel." he laughed for no particular reason and let himself through the door. 

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Hands wrapped around the warm mug brought back a small taste of the heat at his home. It was no surprise to him that the only thing he missed was the temperature. The canteen was not as full as it could have been, but not as empty either. It wasn't any concern to Xavier, but somehow he suspected different from Harper. The secrecy of this meeting however, added a thrill of significance to Xavier's day, deception was something he had not done as of late, and he figured this was a form. Besides, the consequences or getting caught was also something that didn't bother, but intrigued him. At Preston he could smoke, drink what he wanted, sleep with who he wanted and it would be completely out of the news at home, and no real surprise to the students here. It was evident this school worked differently, it worked on social reign. A reign he could over throw, one that up until now hadn't bothered Xavier in he slightest.

The car door was swung open for Xavier in it's typical formality, as soon as he stepped out into the stuffy Californian air he placed the already lit cigarette lazily between his lips. As his driver pulled the door shut Xavier pushed a wad of notes into his chest,

"Take the day off Keith, Happy Thanksgiving." the last two words were a lot more cold hearted than the dismissal, "Thank you Mr. Grey!" his driver over enthusiastically replied in his strong British accent, "You too sir!".

Xavier smiled, but it was more of a grimace as the mans voice went straight through his throbbing head. It wasn't often the boy got hungovers, but last night was a peculiar one and no matter how much whiskey he and the pretty little freshman  shared between them, all emotion was still computed it it's robotic calculating mind. Of course the morning after was a feeling no man or women could avoid. 

After beckoning is driver away he pursed his lips slowly, looking at the generic A-list actor house stood towering before him, it would be hideously large if it was not for the windows instead of walls, which somehow added daniety too it. Even Xavier was surprised to receive a call from his fathers agent earlier on that week, inviting him to spend the break at home. Xavier of course knew full well it was for publicity, to trick the public into thinking Preston would be the place to throw a reign over Xavier; but the people of California were not easily fooled and he had all intentions of confirming their queries as they would ponder over the 'New direction in life' articles splashed over newspapers in their platinum white kitchens. Just as he has every year since being thrown into the school.

He took a large drag of his cigarette, eyes dancing following the shadows of his parents inside the walls, after running his hand through his hair Xavier plastered on his spoilt little rich boy smirk and tapped the door, the frame hitting his silver ring.