Lunch break. The cafeteria was noisy as usual, filled with students who thought their lives mattered.
Xavier and Oliver sat at their usual spot, trays in front of them. Xavier ate his food like he wasn't hungry, just bored.
Oliver chomped down a fry. "So... how was the date last evening?"
Xavier didn't look up. "I'm never going on a date again."
Oliver blinked. "Huh? What happened?"
Xavier calmly laid it all out — the movie, the dinner, the master suite, the fangs, the gun. And what came after it.
By the time he finished, Oliver was halfway through his drink and fully shocked. "Damn. You really kicked her out like that?"
"She started it," Xavier muttered, "not me."
"Still, man. That was kinda harsh on her," Oliver said, scratching his cheek.
Xavier raised a brow and turned to him. "Harsh? Why should I treat someone better when they tried to feed on me like a blood bank?"
