"Get lost."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please!" Damien begged, frowning. "I'm literally begging you right now."
"My bike, will not become a bed for you to have s*x on or make out on," Xavier replied, turning around and walking away from him. Damien followed him inside the room, closing the door.
"I won't, I promise," Damien insisted.
"I said no," Xavier shrugged, plopping down on his bed. "You'll hit it."
"I know how to ride a bike, Xavier. I won't hit it, I promise," Damien rolled his eyes.
"Come here," Xavier said, crossing his legs and tapping the space on his bed. Damien raised an eyebrow, but walked up to him and sat down.
"Look, you're getting real close to her. It's dangerous, Damien. You're here to train, so you can take vengeance on the people who so brutally
