an old flame {Abigail}

[xavier jack mournet]

It had been exactly two weeks since Xavier had uttered those words. Those words that he knew would hurt the young woman whom he seemed to have feelings for. Alice had told him that she was the one. That the pair looked adorable together and that nothing would have been worth them breaking up. Not even if she had grown too silly for him. Yet Xavier didn't listen. No. Instead, he uttered those five little words that every girl didn't want to hear and watched as she began to have tears stream down her face. That wasn't even the worse bit. The young male didn't try to comfort her. Instead, he stepped around her, patted her shoulder, and spoke the words 'There there. You'll find someone else' before walking away.

Now here he is. Sitting on the bench outside of the castle. Regretting his decision. It's true. Abigail Margaret Winthrop was Xavier Jack Mournet's ex, and he was regretting ever second of it. He hadn't developed feelings for the young woman, he simply missed her company and her lips. The male wanted nothing more than to call her his again and to have her as arm candy. But then again, it would have stopped him from being able to flirt with any other girls... Not like that had stopped him in the past.

Standing up, Xavier brushed a pale hand through his brown hair and closed his eyes. His feet then trotted off towards the Quidditch Pitch. It wasn't like he had anything to do there. And it wasn't like he was looking for anything to do. He merely had to kill time. Kill time instead of studying for tests. Xavier wasn't your typical Ravenclaw boy. He didn't enjoy studying.

Instead; the male would find himself flirting and charming the girls, no matter what house, and try to get them. If he was successful, they would last a max of two weeks. If he wasn't, he would continue to try until he was. Some girls simply slipped away from his grasp, while others actually wanted to be chased. Xavier had often disappointed his parents by talking about a different girl every week in his letter home, yet there was one person he never disappointed. His older sister. Although Alice hated the way he treated girl, the young woman was always there for her younger brother. She was rather over-protective, and often had to protect the young man from himself. It was a somewhat hard job to be Xavier's sister, yet Alice pulled it off nicely.

Upon finally reaching the Quidditch pitch, Xavier dug his heels into the grass before sitting down. It was rather comfortable, thus the male decided to simply lay back and use his hands as pillows. Closing his eyes, Xavier began to think about any thoughts that popped into his head as his ears heard the voices going on around him. Some were talking about tests, others were talking about classes. Some were talking about boys, others talking about girls.

[abigail margaret winthrop]

and I don’t want to be,, inside your head

Two weeks. Not a long time, but it had felt like an eternity to Abby. She was reeling from her latest breakup—the random, cold, goodbye she’d been given by none other than Xavier Mournet. At first she truly had thought she was heartbroken; she felt this big, horrifying black hole fester in the pit of her stomach, causing her upmost distress. It was like the time when someone had compared her to Nicola Roberts—the plain on from Girl’s Aloud-- rather than Cheryl Cole. Not cool.

It had taken her two weeks, six boxes of chocolates, twelve boxes of tea, a bottle of wine, and an unreasonable of hours running around trying to burn off all of those calories to get her head sorted. But she’d done it, and all that was left was extreme bitterness. Then again, she hadn’t had to see him again either, but she was fairly certain that if she did she’d be one hundred percent emotionally secure. Maybe a bit bitter, but overall alright.

The entire process was less about losing someone she “loved” and more about feeling upset. Xavier was below her tier, she was almost certain of it. And if she couldn’t get the less-than-perfect boys to stick around, how was she going to get the really, really good ones? After all, she’d been totally blindsided by this most recent breakup. Things had been going great, as far as she could tell. And then bam—she was down and out, boyfriendless and suddenly devoid of self esteem.

She’d been almost positive that he’d be the one to stick around. She’d heard about his tendencies, of course, but she was determined to be the one to break that cycle. She was Abby fucking Winthrop, for Christ’s sake. In her own opinion there wasn’t much of anything better. The fact that she considered herself to be dating down probably suggested that even her own flawless opinion of herself wasn’t really all that flawless—what was stopping her from snagging a handsome, kind, caring man? Why did she go for those who she knew to be cheats, liars, and whores?

In order to blow of some of that pent up, anxious steam, Abby had thrown on a pair of running short and a tank top that wouldn’t get in her way on a run. She was a bit afraid to run around most of the grounds at the school, a close run-in with the Whomping Willow enough to scare her permanently. The Quidditch Pitch was really the ideal place—it was almost like a muggle track or soccer field, and she was more accustomed to running in that type of environment anyway.

The pitch was actually rather crowded, to her discontent, but she geared up and started jogging anyway. She wasn’t taking much time to look at the ground; instead her eyes were trained up at the stands, which she was scanning to see if there were any signs of life within. And then, about three minutes into her run, she was suddenly on the ground. ”What the fuck,” she sputtered crossly, her thumb jammed from her attempt to catch herself. Grass stains and dirt smudges were now smeared across her shirt, knees, and palms, and she was both thoroughly embarrassed and confused.

And, as it were, in a terrible situation. When she got herself turned around to see what she’s fallen over, she realized that it was the last person at the school that she wanted to see. Groaning, she scowled at him. ”You fucking prick! You did that on purpose,” she snapped, thankful for her response with anger rather than with tears.

[xavier jack mournet]

Xavier had been winded as he felt the sensation of someone throwing themselves over him. As his eyes opened, his lips parted in a grin when he realised who the girl was. "Of course I did it on purpose. My only goal in life is to ruin your day, Miss Abigail." Xavier had responded, sitting up and clutching his stomach as he did so. Why was she suddenly in front of him, when his thoughts were on her? By that logic, if he was to think about the muggle Megan Fox, she would appear in front of him and the two could walk off together and tangle tongues. Yet that sort of thought would have to wait, Xavier wanted to have some fun before the morning was over.

"Why are you running, anyway? Not like you need the weight loss." Sure, the comment may have been taken as a spiteful one, yet the young male didn't intend for it to be like that. It had been meant as a simple statement of the fact that Abby was, infact, too skinny. That was more than likely one of the factors which Xavier had thought of to break it off with her, that she was too skinny. He wanted atleast a little meat on the bones of the girl he would eventually fall for. But that day would be distant in the future it was almost stupid to be thinking about it at that exact moment. "And why are you out here, trying to find me? Wanting me to take you back?"

After Xavier had uttered those few words to Abigail, the male somewhat regretted them, yet showed no emotion. He had gone through that exact same thing many times in the past and had created a hard exterior on his emotions. He no longer showed any emotions when he would leave a young woman standing in the middle of the hallway or under a tree. The only time he showed emotions to a girl he broke up with, was if he bumped into them walking around Hogwarts. He would assess the situation he bumped into them, and would act one of two ways. Either a complete jerk, or a charming young man. The latter would mostly be used if he wanted to get into their pants.

"Did you hear what I said, Abigail? Or are you too confused from knocking your head so much?"

[abigail margaret winthrop]

and I don’t want to be,, inside your head

”You made that clear two weeks ago,” she snapped, feeling bruised internally and externally. Holding at her elbow, which was only lightly marred with dirt but causing her enough irritation to keep her feeling guarded and injured, as though it really was his fault and not, obviously and unavoidably, her own. Immediately she regretted that answer; it made her sound like she was capable of being injured, though that was obvious already, given her response when he’d first dumped her.

She was somewhat pleased when he asked why she was running, glad underneath it all that he wasn’t going to be cruel enough to call her fat. ”Um, exercise? Good health? Fresh air? Ringing any bells for you?” It wasn’t like running was much of anything new for her—she loved sweating, though she hated being hot, so exercise in England was a good balance for her. The sweat helped her to feel cleansed, pure, and ridded of all of the toxins in her body, physical and mental.

Glaring at him, she rolled her eyes, scooting her legs up closer to herself and inspecting her knees as a way to avoid looking at him for too long. Glancing back up bitterly she snapped, ”Of course I heard you, I just wasn’t keen on deigning such a self absorbed question with an intelligent response. But, if I were required to answer you, I’d probably have said something like, ‘In your dreams. I don’t even know what I was thinking, dating the likes of you. Besides, you’ve got a buttchin—um, grossness.’” She tilted her head sideways a bit, as though she were making some fabulous, emphatic point.

Her insults weren’t at their peak, though she wasn’t especially good at delivering particularly sharp insults to begin with. And, worse yet, she was getting defensive rather than calm and collected, as she’d hoped. Frowning, she drew her arms around her knees, one hand picking idly at the dirt near her shin. ”What are you doing out here, anyway? Looking for your next innocent young vixen to destroy, or pining over the loss of the hottest thing that was ever going to happen to your sorry little life?”

Of course that was an empty statement and she knew it. He could have another her in a second, as he’d made abundantly clear by his actions, and she was merely trying to convince herself otherwise. It wasn’t working, not even on the smallest level, but she would have given herself an O for effort in the amping-yourself-up department. On a more personal level Abby knew she could still be destroyed by the boy in front of her, if only because she couldn’t wrap her head around it. She was the one who was supposed to break up with him, not the other way around! How could he continue to reject her when she was just so obviously awesome?

[xavier jack mournet]

"Yes, little miss perfect. That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm out here, in the sunshine, while thinking about how much of a mistake it was to break up with the hottest thing that was ever goign to happen to my life." Xavier had cocked an eyebrow by this point and he couldn't stiffle the laugh that was burning inside his throat any longer. It was only now that the male realised that his decision about breaking up with Abby was a good one, and he wouldn't have changed said decision for anything in the world. Sure, she was pretty... But that was really the only thing going for her.

When he finally registered her comment about his chin, Xavier burst out laughing and sat up holding his stomach. "Oh my dear. This is why I kept you around for a little longer than normal. You made me laugh so much." Pausing to catch his breath, Xavier continued, "Besides, if it was so grossness then how come you fell for my face? How come there are practically ladies lining up to fall for my words? Wish to answer me that?"

After a few moments, Xavier shook his head and had enough of tormenting the poor girl. Finally standing, the male stepped over towards Abigail and extended his hand out to take hers. He was only being a gentleman for the simple fact that he had tripped her. Sure, it wasn't on purpose and he knew she was quite capable of picking herself up, but the male didn't care. He would have helped up a Slytherin boy even if he was on the other side of the Quidditch Pitch. It was just the type of guy Xavier was.

"Take it... I'm not going to push you over. If you learnt anything from our small relationship, it's that I don't like seeing someone down."

[abigail margaret winthrop]

and I don’t want to be,, inside your head

”That sounded pretty genuine to me,” she said with a shrug, trying to force apathy or conviction. Banter wasn’t her strong point; she was alright, if a little childish at times, at one-liners, now not being a great example.

She frowned when he said that that was why he kept her around so long, acting as though he was the one who yielded all the power. Obviously he did, but she didn’t want to admit it. Never in a million years would she say, out loud, that he was the one who had control over her. She didn’t want to relinquish control like that, and she definitely didn’t like it when someone uglier than her had such control over her life.

”I never fell for your face. There’s different between good looks and charms, one of which you’re lacking in severely. Clearly I must have suffered some sort of trauma to my head to ever give you the time of day. This faux-mullet thing you’ve got going on right now is a crime to humanity, and I cannot fathom why any of the ladies lining up for you bother. Because, having had a sample of what you’re all about, I can’t say I’m thoroughly impressed. Kissing you is like sticking your face into a bowl of Jello—totally vile and an activity that should be restricted to the land whales that seem to flock to you in between snacks”

To her knowledge Xavier hadn’t hooked up with any fat chicks, but she preferred to think that his selection was made up almost entirely of them plus the exception of her hotness. She glared up at his hand, though she took it anyway. Squeezing it as hard as she could she got up, though she didn’t thank him. ”You know that that’s nothing but a dirty lie,” she snapped, dusting her hands off on her shorts. ”You love nothing more than seeing someone down, especially if you’re the one who’s put them there. Wanker.”

[ugh sorry its bad]

[xavier jack mournet]

"Ouch Abigail, that really hurt." Clutching at his heart, Xavier staggered back as if someone had just stabbed him and chuckled. "You seemed to enjoy it at the time, I don't remember hearing any complaints from your side of the kissing." Raising an eyebrow, the male laughed once more as he remembered when the pair used to tangle tongues. It happened more frequently than his other short relationships, and she was up there with the top kissers. He wouldn't say that out-loud though. Xavier wanted to do anything but boost Abigail's ego even more than it already was, soaring above the clouds.

"Besides, if I'm such a bad kisser; then please enlighten me as to how I've been able to attract so many girls and you're the first person who's said anything negative about my lips?" Puckering his lips together, Xavier closed his eyes and pretended to kiss the air before chuckling a little more and taking a step towards the young woman. "Don't deny, I know you want to have another go with these lips." Thinking about Zipper, Xavier stopped himself from going any further, and instead took a step back. Raising an eyebrow in the girl's direction as she spoke about how he enjoyed seeing people down, the male sighed and clicked his tongue.

"You must not have learned anything from our relationship then. No matter the length. As you would have known that what you just said is a complete lie." Furrowing his eyebrows together, Xavier placed a hand on his hip and stared off into the distance. Sure, he could act like a jerk and break girl's hearts, yet he wasn't a total wanker. He didn't enjoy seeing people down and hurt. That was why he would always walk away as quickly as he could as soon as he broke up with someone. He didn't want to stick around and see the hurt spread across their features. If he did stay, he wouldn't have had any relationships passed his first one. Xavier would have turned around and tried to make it up to the girl by saying he didn't mean it and staying with them. Thinking of his first relationship, Xavier chuckled a little and shook his head.

If he had to stay with his first relationship, it would have been with Millicent Illana. Half-way during their first year, he had accidently bumped into her and thought nothing of it. Yet when they bumped into each other again during their second year, Xavier had felt something and put it down to feeling something for the female. The two had dated for a month before she became clingy and he couldn't deal with it anymore. Millicent was better off now anyway. She was dating a prefect, yet still hadn't grown out of her clingy nature. Sighing, Xavier looked back towards Abby and offered her a small smile. "Any more nasty things you want to say, Miss?"

[abigail margaret winthrop]

and I don’t want to be,, inside your head

”Why do you insist on calling me Abigail,” she asked bitterly, glaring at him. ”Its so… formal. Honestly. Everyone calls me Abby anyway, everyone except the boy who was supposed to be closer to me than any other boy was supposed to be.” Well, that was more than she’d wanted to say to him, and far more than she’d ever wanted him to know.

Frowning, she looked away from him. ”I never said you were a good kisser. Not top-rate, but passable, I suppose.” She didn’t like feeling like another run-of-the-mill lass to him, and he always made her feel like that.

”You know the best way to flatter a girl is really to compare her to every other girl you’ve ever met,” she said, though she knew he wasn’t trying to flatter her. ”Another go with those lips, hmm?” She asked, a demure smile playing over her lips. ”Oh, yes. You’re quite right, my super sex-ual stud,” she said, taking a few large steps forward and quickly closing the space between them.

Taking a hold on his collar as he continued to berate her she turned her head to the side, pressing her hips against him. ”Oh, you know I’m just being a silly betch. We both know it, really. And whats really, really eating me is the fact that I’ll never, ever be able to grace my lips with yours again. And oh, how I’ll miss those lips. Unless!—“ she trailed off, pressing a hard kiss to his lips for several seconds, then pulling back.

She gave one short laugh before rolling her eyes with a sigh. ”No, no. I was quite right before. That—that is simply a passable pair of lips.” Pursing her own lips together she let go of his lapel, her hands moving upward in a shrugging gesture. She then raised her hand and slapped him with as much force as her itty bitty self could muster, and she sighed once again, feeling more satisfied than she had in a long, long time.

”Well, now that we’ve got all that cleared up, I’ve got better things to do than sit around and listen to you pretend like you know me. Though to be honest I really just feel oh so bad for you, you poor sap. Desperate to find someone you truly love. And to think, I was actually going to give it up to you.” She sighed, shaking her head. ”Ah, well. What can you do. Nothing, now, I suppose. I don’t fuck losers anyway, so I guess we both came out of that ordeal as winners. Yeah?”

Abby grinned, turning on her heel. Sure, she didn’t look great covered in sweat and dirt and grime, but she certainly felt fantastic. ”Toodles!” she said cheerily, moving in the opposite direction.