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       IF IT WAS ONE THING XAVIER BLOSSOM HATED MORE, IT WAS EATING DINNER WITH HIS FAMILY. The youngest of the Blossom trio was sitting beside his Nana Rose who he favored over everyone in the family besides his own father, of course. She was quiet, obedient, and had a strong disliking for Penelope━━ it was inevitable for her and Xavier to get along as well as they did.

Across from him sat his sister and beside her sat the almighty Veronica Lodge who was trying to avoid his eyes. Yet her curious stares lingered when she took note of the violet purple and angry scarlet staining the skin underneath his left eye.

He ignored her eyes that penetrated his side profile. He was glancing between both heads of the table where his father and Penelope occupied. The group were eating in silence, the clatter of metal filling the void of silence in the room.

"Thank you for having me."

Veronica broke the silence with a polite smile gracing her lips. Xavier's lips curled at the corners. He reached for his glass of wine his father had poured him to hide his on growing smirk.

"Cheryl invited you," Penelope smiled tightly at the ebony haired beauty. Xavier, with a knowing smile on his lips, raised his eyebrows in amusement. Penelope reached for her glass. "I have no idea why you're here."

Veronica nodded, returning Penelope's affections with a plastic grin of her own. Xavier chuckled under his breath and shook his head. He dug into his food, finding interest in what the cooks had made.

"Me neither," she answered while slowly turning to Cheryl who carefully looked at her after cutting her food. "I thought there'd be other girls."

Both girls looked away from one another.

Clifford stabbed a fork into the meat, his attention shifting to his mother.

"Nana rose, would you like some more ham?"

He placed the ham on his plate while waiting for Nana Rose's response. She didn't answer him, her attention focused on what was straight ahead with lips pursed in a firm line. He looked up from his plate and glanced at his father who was looking at Nana Rose with a frown.

Xavier returned his gaze to his Nana. She placed a comfroting hand on her shoulder, capturing her attention.

"Nana Rose?" His voice was unbelievably soft, surprising Veronica who couldn't help, but be captivated by it. He rubbed her shoulder tenderly. "Would you like some more meat?"

She came back from her daze, eyes landing on her favorite grandchild with the smallest smile.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Xavier, I was distracted," she apologized, laughing softly. Xavier brushed her off with a cheeky grin. She placed her hand over his that rested on the table. "No, I'm good. Thank you for caring about your Nana Rose."

"Of course Nana," his smile widened when she brought her hand to her heart. "Such a sweet little boy you are. I knew there was something special about you!"

Xavier chuckled, shaking his head at his grandmother who returned to eating her food. In a blink of an eye, Xavier's smile fell flat when he addressed his father who was watching them with a frown.

"She doesn't want anymore." Turning away, Clifford placed the fork back on the now empty dish tray that the servant was holding for him. Looking down at his plate he asked Veronica, "Would you like some more maple ham?"

"I'm good," She cheekily smiled. "It's delicious, though. You can really taste the maple."

"Was that the only maple you were hoping to taste?"

Xavier muttered under his breath. Veronica's back straightened as her eyes bored into Xavier's. He was staring at her, viridian eyes expectant. He was chewing thoughtfully on his food as Veronica's lips set into a firm line.

"You do know that Riverdale was founded on the maple syrup industry?" Xavier rolled his eyes, dropping his silverware on his plate. "Must we speak about the family business over dinner?"

Veronica looked between Cheryl and Xavier━━ who, was already staring at her while chewing on his ham. She smiled knowingly at him making him lean back into his seat, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

"I didn't actually. Fascinating," she nodded her head and went to stare back at her food. Xavier snorted at her lack of interest. He gestured to her. "Well, it's reassuring to know that I'm not the only one disinterested in this god forsaken industry. Except, Veronica is too polite to say otherwise while I am not."

"That's where Sweetwater River got its name,"

   Clifford continued, ignoring his son who was beginning to grow angry. Clifford was staring at Veronica. Penelope was watching Clifford through the rim of her glass, silently fuming. She rolled her eyes, just as annoyed as Xavier.

"Perhaps you should ask your father about it, sometime."

Xavier froze in his spot. Veronica looked at him as he stared her down, feigning innocence. Xavier studied his father through narrowed eyes. Clifford tiltted his head to the side.

"How is he by the way?" Veronica looked away, voice hushed. "Okay."

Penelope raised her hand to make silent gestures as she tore her eyes away from the two with a sarcastic grin on her face.

"There are worse things than prison,"

She drops her hand to her lap. Xavier smirked, fishing into his inner coat pocket for a joint. Finding one, he beamed and nursed it between his lips.

"Like your parenting?" Xavier quizzed sarcastically. He brought his hands up, one shielding the open flame from the lighter he held. He brought it to the tip of the joint that ignited to life. Penelope grew enraged. "Excuse me?"

Xavier dropped his hand, and puffed some smoke out between parted lips that held the joint in place. He placed the lighter inside his coat and smiled.

"You heard me. Let's not act like you hadn't, Penelope," Xavier deadpanned with narrowed eyes. The dinner table fell silent. Penelope, silently livid, raised her knife at Xavier who scoffed. "Careful sweetheart, don't want to cut yourself again."

"Of course not," Penelope's smile was venomous. "I could never, unlike her. Then again, if I was your mother I'd want to end my misery as well."

Nostrils flaring, Xavier leaned in, voice dangerously calm and collected, yet he was anything, but that.

"You know nothing about her!" He snarled, finger pointed at Penelope who leaned in with a victorious smile. "You're right. I know just enough as to why she would rid herself from a waste of space who's just a sad, pathetic little boy."

Cheryl and Veronica shared a look of apprehension to one another, but neither girls said anything over the awkward tension. The two girls went back to staring at their plates while Penelope and Xavier continued their stare down.

Xavier's nostrils were flaring, his chest rising and falling. His fists were clenched and shaking on the surface of the table while Penelope laughed at him mockingly. She leaned back into her seat, shaking her head at the ginger whose roots caged him into his identity.

"Got nothing else to say, Xavier?" Penelope sneered with a giggle. She got her glass, swirling it around as the contents sloshed in its hold. She brought it to her lips. "Whose parenting is worse? I, at least, wouldn't abandon my children, but could your mother say the same, Xavier?"

"Go to hell, bitch."

He scowled taking the drug from his lips to flick it at the redhead who let out a surprised shrill. He stood from his seat, his attention being brought back to everyone else present at the table. He shoved the cloth once resting on his lap onto his plate.

"Excuse me," his nose was scrunched up in disgust, "I've suddenly lost my appetite."

He met Veronica's eyes that were swimming with sympathy and that pesky gleam of curiosity about what Penelope Blossom had said about his past he liked to keep buried. Now, he saw the hunger ignite in Veronica's eyes to figure out the truth and it aggravated him.

What other truths would she find if she were to indulge in her curiosity about him?

His lip twitched as she opened her mouth to speak, but remained silent. He scoffed again and with a shake of his head, walked away from the table.

***

                After the fiasco at dinner, the girls had changed into their pajamas and stayed im Cheryl's room. They were sitting on her bed, talking and laughing. Currently, they were flickering through a photo album, chuckling at the pictures.

Veronica Lodge was sitting across from Cheryl with a pillow in her lap. She was smiling as she looked down at the pictures with Jason, Cheryl and Xavier playing in the grass; the twins looked no older than six, and Xavier five. Cheryl flipped to the next page and smiled at the image of her brother.

"I hope this isn't weird," Veronica started, staring at the picture of the broading redhead. "━━but Jason was crazy handsome."

Cheryl turned to Veronica smiling.

           "The handsomest. Besides, Xavy of course," Veronica smiled to herself, thinking back to the dinner. She frowned, her concern for Xavier only growing. "Something tells me he would've liked you just like Xavier."

"Xavier?"

"The two would be fighting for your affections. I guess you could say Xavier's lucky to have you to himself, but it wouldn't have made a difference."

Veronica smiled and said nothing as she thought over Cheryl's words. Brand new photos were shown from the next page. After a few moments, Veronica sat up taller, voice laced with so much curiosity.

"Why did you invite me tonight?" Cheryl's eyes found Veronica's. "Why not Tina? Or Ginger? Aren't they your besties?"

"And yet, that night at the pep rally, after I had my panic attack, you helped me right before my brother came," Veronica nodded in understanding. Cheryl shook her head, drawing back with a sad smile. "Not them."

She looked down at the album again. Veronica sighed softly.

"Cheryl," Cheryl didn't look up, her silence speaking for her. Veronica leaned in, capturing Cheryl's attention. "You're allowed to say goodbye to your brother. But why does it have to be. . ."

"In front of people?" She fills in for her, eyes sad, voice tired. Veronica nods. "Yeah."

"Everything with Jason's been so. . ." Cheryl struggled to find the right word. "Public. Everyone has an opinion. Has been gossiping. Saying he got what he deserved, or what he didn't. I just. . . I want everyone to know that I'm. . . I'm sorry. And that Jason deserved a. . . A better family than what he got."

Veronica smiled tilting her head in thought. She had a plan set in motion for Cheryl. She was going to help her, the redhead deserved it.

"Then do it. I'll help you," Cheryl smiled appreciatively. "And let Penelope and Clifford blossom do their worst."

"Oh, they will." Veronica smiled while Cheryl's lips transitioned into a frown. "They'll kill me."

Cheryl gave the heir to the Lodge name a cooked grin that didn't match the despair in her eyes. The Queen Bee of Riverdale High was studying the pictures in the photo album while Veronica watched her, deep in thought.

"I know Xavy blew you off," Cheryl started, her fingers gripping the corner of the page. "But my brother has a difficult time expressing his emotions. He cares for you, Veronica. More than he shows it."

The page turning echoed in the room.

"I know that deep down you care for him too. It's why I think you should go to him tonight. Why I really invited you over," Cheryl broke her stare from the pictures to look at Veronica who was staring at her, lips pressed together. "His room's down the hall, the door to your left."

Nodding in appreciation, Veronica got up from her position of the bed and left Cheryl's room. She glanced in both directions of the empty hallway and made her way down.

She turned to her left, pausing in the front of a sleek black door. She held her breath, knuckles raising to knock against the wooden door. She waited a few moments.

Her eyes fell to her toes that she wriggled out of nerves. Would he answer? Or ignore her thinking she was someone else? She was going to open her mouth to speak, but her teeth brought her bottom lip in-between just as the door swung open.

"Ronnie?" His voice was slurred, yet his words were clear. Veronica snapped her head up to meet his eyes that took her in hungrily. "What are you doing here? At the foot of my bedroom door?"

His tongue flickered across the roof of his mouth, lips curling into a mischievous grin. He chuckled and leaned against the frame.

Veronica trained her eyes on his, trying not to be distracted by his bare chest.

"May I come in?"

Xavier didn't say anything for a few moments. He just studied her silently and with a hum he moved to the side allowing her to enter. She did as he closed the door behind them.

She gulped thickly, hands running against her silky shorts.

"Are you okay?" She questioned the tall male who chuckled. He went to his dresser where his abandoned glass and trusted Jack Daniel's awaited him. "Dinner was. . ."

"Shit?" He finished, pouring the alcohol in his glass. He shrugged, bringing the rim to his lips. "It always is, nothing new. Now, the question I have for you is what are you doing here?"

"Making sure you're okay," Veronica answered, throwing her hands out to the side. She looked around, taking in his spacious room whose navy walls were absent of anything. "You haven't been coming to school. And after tonight, I thought you could use a friend."

"I could, but I don't think it's the type of friend you'd like,"

Xavier shrugged, downing his glass. He slammed it against the dresser and walked towards Veronica who raised an eywbrow at him.

"Which is?"

His lips quirked into a crooked grin. He stalked towards her like a predator prancing around its prey. His steps were graceful and calculated. It made Ronnie shiver in anticipation.

"What's the fun in telling. . ." He promised, teeth gleaming in the dim lighting. "When I can show you?"

He placed his arms around her waist. Veronica wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She gasped when she felt one of his hands go under her shorts. His fingers grazed her inner thighs.

She raised her leg, wrapping it around his waist. He smirked, chuckling darkly. He tapped her thighs, signaling for her to jump. She did and he held her in place and rushed them to his bed.

         "Do you want me to stop?" He whispered, the whiskey heavily soaking his breath. Veronica shook her head and cradled his face in her hands. He smiled, the Latina returning it with wicked gleam in her eyes. "No. Keep going and don't you dare stop, Red."

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         THE STORM HAD SETTLED IN THE SMALL TOWN OF RIVERDALE WHOSE INNOCENCE WOULD BE STRIPPED BY THE HANDS OF THE ENIGMA HIMSELF. Cheryl Blossom had ignited the room into vicious whispers when she had strutted down the aisle with her brother's forearm linked with her own.

      While he was dressed in all black, his sister, was dressed in white━━ the same attire she wore the day Jason had "drowned" to his tragic death.

It was as if the angel was being guided by the devil whom cursed the town with his sins that tore him apart. They had molded him into becoming the monster he truly was hidden behind his beauty.

Xavier Blossom frowned, the moonlight poured through the streaky windshield having been engulfed by the fog of her desires. He turned his head to the side, giving her more access to his neck that she pampered sloppy kisses against.

He gritted his teeth and tangled his fingers in her hair when he felt her teeth suck on his flesh. He pulled making her gasp in surprise before she fell into a fit of giggles.

His thoughts trailed back to the memorial the night before and frowned. He wanted to feel relieved that the chapter in his life was now over, but it only seemed to be the beginning. He hated that.

"Now that Jason was buried in the earth, it would only be time until something poisonous bloomed. In that long, cold shadow cast by his death."

Cheryl was standing in the shadows of the Thornhill graveyard. She watched from the diatance as her mother knelt in front of her brother's tombstone, inhaling the scent of a flower planted at the center of his grave. Nana Rose watched her daughter-in-law, eyes vacant, lips pursed.

Cheryl smiled when she saw her twin walk from behind Nana Rose where he stood, watching her from across the yard. He was smiling at her; she knew he was proud of her for giving her eulogy. She felt at peace as did her brother whose eyes beamed with pride at his little sister.

"Whatever grew in the rich black soil of the Blossom's garden always found its way to the town."

     Xavier thrusted to the rhythm of her grinding. She let out haughty moans, muttering her immense pleasures that were booming in the confinement of his car. His breathing became labored as she used one hand to hold onto his shoulder for support while the other pressed against the driver's side window.

     "I'm━━ I'm gonna. . ." She moaned, making Xavier slam his hand against her lips. He pressed his lips against her neck, murmuring against her flesh, "Shhh. Just shut up and fuck me."

"Whether it was murder. Or love. Or secrets."

            Xavier was looking over the shoulder of the brunette who was riding him with his mouth agap, eyes darkened. He clenched his jaw shut, the muscles twitching as he felt himself beginning to get close to his climax. He tilted his head to the side as a rogue moan escaped from the confinment of his lips. He pinched his eyes close. He was so close. . .

"Or lies."

               Xavier gulped thickly, his mouth forming into a sickening sneer. He felt himself shutter, and he took it as his cue to grip the curly haired girl's thighs━━whose name he couldn't bother to remember━━harder and thrust deeper into her one last time as he reached his peak. . .

        Only to result in him groaning as she threw her head back and moaned. She was riding out his climax that she had reached as well in those sinful nights taking place in Xavier Blossom's vintage red jaguar.

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long chapters to make up
for update delays. that cool?
p.s. any changes in who y'all
ship xavier with? & what do
you think about xavier's past?
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