summary: After many years of hating each other, you and Xavier talk it out before the campers show up tomorrow. platonic Xavier Plympton x reader. A little bit of Jim Manson x reader
Warnings: course language, drugs, drinking, suggestive content (no actual smut), blood, death
Authors note: I FINALLY FINISHED THIS ANGST SOMEONE ASKED FOR A FEW YEARS AGO! Sorry this took awhile, my old job took up a lot of time and I just sort of stopped posting. Anyways, this post is for that one person who wanted a enemy to friends betrayal Xavier Plympton angst. I'm a little rusty with writing, but I hope you all will enjoy it!!!
Xavier Plympton, what an asshole. The one guy who always bothered you the most. The one guy who knew how to get under your skin.
He never was really nice to you. The two of you went to the same high school. Xavier bullied you the entirety of your high school years.
It would happen everyday. From him tripping you to him flat out calling you names, he wouldn't leave you alone.
It never made any sense? Why did he hate you so much, even when you tried so hard to be nice. Maybe Xavier's dealing with something? Maybe he has family problems? Whatever reason he was holding a grudge against you for it bothered you to no end.
If he wasn't going to play nice, why should you?
Any opportunity you two had to make fun of each other you did. Snide comments, backhanded compliments in front of others, shoulder checks, flipping each other off, fighting with one another, ect. Your friends the two of you hung out with were the same but sometimes you hung out with different people. To people around you it appeared to look like frenemies.
"Hey, hun. Wake up! I'm not going to drive you to work if you keep sleeping," Jim, your boyfriend hollered from the bathroom.
You cursed under your breath and rushed to get ready. This happens a lot, pressing the snooze button on your alarm, falling back to sleep. Same old same old.
"Don't forget to eat again, breakfast is one of the most important meals of the day," he said, kissing you temple and handing you a breakfast burrito.
"Eating is for the weak! But thank you so much, darling," you announced before thanking him. You took the burrito, and kissed the corner of his lips. This led to Jim grabbing your arm when you turned around to open the front door and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips.
"Mm, much better," he hummed, a smile on his face.
Jim's been your boyfriend since he timidly asked you to coffee one day. He treats you like a goddess, and he is not afraid to say his mind when people pick on you. His smile melts your heart and warms you up for the rest of your day. In your mind you couldn't have asked for a better person to be with even if you wanted to. Which you don't. Although Jim is still dealing with his problems in the past, he's been trying his best.
"Here's your stop malady, may your day be glorious as you preform your mighty task," Jim said, using a tone you'd hear from an old movie. He smiled at your reaction to his 'speech'.
"No more movies from the Arthurian time for you, mister," you teased, poking his arm.
"As you wish," Jim said. His arm was draped over the steering wheel and his jean jacket was wide open. Gods, you loved him.
"Don't you quote Wesley at me, Jimmy," you jokingly threatened, a smile making its way onto your face.
"Only if you make it to work on time, honey," Jim teased. He leaned over the console to press a quick kiss to your lips. "Have a good day at work, I love you," Jim added.
"I love you too weirdo," you said. With that you got out of the car and started your shift.
The day went by fast. People swarmed the store for good deals, nobody yelled at you which was a bonus. It was a good day. The day got better when you saw a familiar bleach blonde after work.
"Hey! I'm glad I caught you after work, how's my favorite hopeless romantic," she said, kissing your cheek and pulling you to her side.
"I'm great, you heading for the studio?" You asked, holding on to her as you walked together.
"You know it! If I have to work it might as well be fun. Want to come along? I packed a set of gym clothes, and they're your size! How convenient," Montana said. Montana is always trying to get you to come to her classes. So that's why she caught you after work.
"You know I'm not good at aerobics, right?" You questioned, giving her a look.
"I know, but it'll be fun! Please, I shouldn't be the only one to see your rad moves babe," Montana answered, holding your side close before letting go of you.
"For your information I also dance for Jim, not only you. And my moves are not rad," you said.
"Oh, so you dance for Jim," Montana said, with a knowing smirk.
"Shut up," you whispered back, looking away in embarrassment. Though you were hiding it quite well.
"Come on, give it a try? You might actually like it," Montana pleaded. She never gives up, does she.
"Fine, but only one class, okay?" You finally caved after all the asking. The studio wasn't that far away anyways.
"Finally! The working girl is finally going," Montana cheered.
When we got there you followed Montana to the change rooms to put on the gym clothes she brought, for you. They were a snug fit and the unitard was a bright shade of pink, the shorts were purple, and the spandex shorts underneath were blue. The unitard had a plunging neckline that showed off your cleavage. Of course.
"Montana, this is a little too revealing for me," you said, looking down at your form.
"It'll be fine, don't worry. You look great. Would I lie to you?" She wouldn't, not at all. Montana always tells the truth, even if she's harsh sometimes. She's nicer to you than the others but she wouldn't lie.
"So, when is your class?" You asked, hands on your hips.
"My class is a bit later, but we can join another while we wait," Montana replied.
"I said one class Mon, I'm going to die of embarrassment if more than one group of people watch me fail," you said.
"Please! It won't be that bad. No one's going to be looking, everyone would be watching the instructor." She assured.you.
You both made your way out of the change rooms and looked for a class to join. You finally found one with your friends in it. They waved at you, smiling. Brooke was with them too sheepishly waving as well.
She recently lost her fiance because he killed himself and killed a few others in the process, one of the three her fiance shot was Montana's brother. Which reminds you to ask Montana later about how she's holding up. Xavier was also with them, which you ignored him.
"Hey, Missy finally decided aerobics is awesome," Chet announced when you two got close enough.
"I'm still debating that. No promises, Chet. Maybe I'll change my mind halfway through," you joked.
"Don't judge this place too quickly," Ray said.
"Oh I won't, I'll give it a chance," you said. It was nice to see everyone when you could. "So, who's instructing this class?" You asked.
"I'm going to," Xavier said. He looked you straight in the eye with a smirk. "My class is starting soon, and it won't be easy for you. You probably won't be able to keep up," If he thinks you're going to back down, he is clearly wrong.
"Does it look like I care? I came for fun, Plympton. Not to talk to a man who doesn't know when to start a class," you sassed, crossing your arms and tilting your head to the left.
He glared at you before walking away and calling everyone's attention to start. Xavier hit play and turned to face us. Keeping his promise he didn't go easy on you. Xavier pushed his hips, jumped, turned, thrusted, and dropped to his knees faster than you could move.
You couldn't keep up. He put everything he could into his moves. Barely halfway started and you already broke a sweat. Fucking bastard. Everyone else was up to speed with him, they moved fluidly and with grace. You were stiff and not as graceful.
By the end of the class you dropped to the floor defeated and gasping for air. You've never done aerobics like that. Montana was more lenient than he was.
"Whew, that was one hell of a workout. Xav really did put his all into that, didn't he?" Ray said, wiping his face with a towel.
Of course he did, he just wanted to make you suffer. Xavier came over with a triumphant smile plastered on his glistening face. Jerk.
"So, how was it? Did you break a sweat, doll face?" Xavier said sarcastically. He leaned over your form with his arms crossed and tilted his head to the left moking your stance from earlier.
"I've never felt better, Plympton. It was just perfect." You got out through pants. You were still on the floor and slowly sat up, a sharp ache settled in your muscles. Pain was evident on your face, but you managed.
Xavier straightened. "Sure it was," he said before walking away with a smug look on his face.
"You good there? Let me help you up," Montana inquired, holding out her hand. You took her hand great fully, you groaned. "Are you still up for my class?" She asked.
She helped you up slowly, your joints ache a little.
"Yes, I can still join your class," you said reluctantly. You put on a strained smile and held her hand tight before letting go.
"Let's get to it," you said.
You were tired when you got home, barely alive. Paying the cab driver as you sluggishly made your way to the door.
Inside smelled so good your mouth watered immediately. Dropping everything at the door and making your way to the kitchen, to where Jim was. He was heating up leftovers from two days ago. He didn't seem to notice you in the kitchen, or he did but didn't greet you yet. You wrapped your arms around his torso and nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck. He hummed in delight, his right hand touched yours for a moment before returning to the pan.
"You're home pretty late. What'd you do?" Jim asked, turning off the burner and waddling around to grab plates. He knew you wouldn't let go.
"I was with Montana, she finally got me to go to her aerobics class," you said gently. "Jerkwad Plympton was the instructor of the class we went to before her class. He was being an ass like usual." You let go of him and sat down while Jim set the table.
Jim sighed "of course he was. Why didn't you two go to another class if he bothered you?" He inquired. Jim never really liked Xavier, he didn't understand why you still hung out with him. Neither did you though.
You took a bite burning your mouth in the process before speaking, "our friends were in his class, I haven't seen them in a while and I wanted to at least talk a bit," You answered, not even believing yourself. Jim dropped the topic and you two had a nice dinner.
After dinner the two of you cleaned the dishes together, you washed and he dried them.
"Have you given your two weeks' notice yet?" Jim asked you as he dried the last dish.
"Yeah, that place wasn't the best to work at. On the bright side I get to work at camp redwood for a bit!" You said back.
"Are you sure you want to work there? I've heard all the rumors and gruesome stories about that place, Angel. I don't want you to get hurt, what if something bad happens. The place gives me a bad vibe." Jim wasn't too happy that you got a job at camp redwood, not that he'd ever stop you from going. Though that doesn't mean he wouldn't try to talk you out of it. "Besides I won't get to see your beautiful face when I wake up everyday," he added, pulling you close. His hands rested on your hips while looking down at you with a seductive gaze.
Gods, how this man could reduce you to atoms by just looking at you. You would give him or do almost anything he wanted just to see him happy, keyword almost anything.
"It won't be that bad, hun. That was in the past, nothing bad will happen there. And for your dilemma, you know you can always visit me when the campers fall asleep," you replied, winking.
He pulled you closer, hands moving to your waist. So close we were breathing each other's air. "Don't act like you wouldn't miss me either, you're the one who keeps me from getting up in the morning," he teased, his voice an octave lower than usual. His eyes darkened quite considerably, eyes lowering to your lips and back up again.
You found it hard to speak. "It's just for a little while, it won't be forever," you whispered back. You wanted to kiss him right then and there, he'd probably let you.
"Okay," he said softly in defeat, looking away. He pushed his lips out deep in thought before looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well if you're going to be gone for such a 'long' time, then I guess we just have to make up for the time you're going to be gone for," he mused with a smirk painted on his beautiful features.
You smirked back. "I guess we do." Once you said that Jim picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder and made his way to your shared bedroom. Your laughs echoed off the walls before the evening got steamy.
A few weeks later you were at camp Redwood settling in. Jim dropped you off a couple minutes ago after helping you bring in your bag, even if you didn't need help. He gave you a passionate kiss before leaving. Margaret was a little weird and strict but if you stayed on her good maybe she'll be more lenient with you.
After you were settled you went to see if anyone needed help only to see a very familiar van pull up.
Why was he here? Maybe he's dropping everyone off? That was what you told yourself walking over to Montana who just got out of the vehicle.
"Mon, what are you doing here?" You asked, giving her a hug.
She pulled back from the embrace to speak. "Xav got a gig for being a camp counselor, he asked us if we wanted to come as well."
"Oh that's wonderful!" You cheered, hiding your true feelings terribly with a strained smile.
"Are you going to be a counselor here too, babe?" Montana asked, totally oblivious to your misery.
Everyone else was piling out of the van, grabbing their stuff. Once again you saw Brooke with them again.
"What's with Brooke? I mean not that I'm not friends with Brooke but she's not the type I'd see hangout with you guys," you said. Brooke was one of your regulars at your old work. After a while the two of you became friends.
"I decided that we need some more girls in our little group, she was at one of the aerobics classes. So I invited her to one of our hangouts and the rest is history," Montana said. You didn't understand Montana's explanation, but it sounds like something she'd do.
After setting up for the campers you all decided to have a camp fire and smoke a bit of the devils lettuce. Surprisingly Xavier left you alone seemingly suck in his own mind.
He's left you alone? Sometimes he even helps you out if you can't carry something. Sometimes he would just ask if you needed help with anything. Though, his eyes were glazed over and his face filled with an expression of something you couldn't quite place.
He looked stressed, bothered even.
‘I'm so going to regret this, why do I have to care about this asshole!!’
He was nursing a beer and sloshing it around, glancing at the trees like they were going to rip themselves out of the ground and kill him.
“Hey Xavier,” You've never seen him look this scared. His head whipped around so fast you were certain he was going to snap his neck.
“Oh, it's just you.” He gave a flat response to your greeting. ‘I was expecting that response.’
“Are you feeling alright, you look like you're about to jump out of your skin,” You stood there awkwardly to the side.
Xavier looks down again at his drink, not meeting your eyes. “It's nothing..” He tried to sound convincing, but his posture told you otherwise.
“Xav, it doesn't sound like nothing.” It was the first time you used his nickname your shared friends used.
That made him put up his walls again. “Fuck off,” He said your last name to distance himself emotionally from you.
“Alright.” You turn around. Why did you even try?
“Wait! Actually… I'm not alright.” *He sighed and let down those walls he put up.
You turned back around again. “what's wrong?” your fingers picked at the stitches on your shirt. You felt uncomfortable talking to him, but you couldn't just stand by while someone was upset. Even someone like Xavier.
“Someone I used to work for contacted me again.. I won't tell you what the job was, but I don't want to go to that job. I'm done.” *Anxiety washed over his face and the hand that was holding his beer was shaking. This was really getting to him.
“Have you talked to the police about this? Maybe they can help,” you offered a solution to his problem.
“The police can't do shit!” He turned his full body towards you. “I-” Xavier cut himself off and walked to the nearest tree to lean against. “They can't help me with this,” He let out a sigh of defeat.
You didn't know what to say.
His eyes were closed as he tilted his head back and downed the last of his beer before he slid down the tree and onto the forest floor.
He only opened his eyes when he heard you sit down with him. That's all you could do was just sit with him instead of leaving him all alone.
“The campers will be here tomorrow,” You mumbled, trying to talk with him and keep his mind off of what was bothering him.
“Yeah, I hear this camp used to be fun and such back in the day before the murders,” It seemed to be working, he even seemed less worried about his situation.
“Jim told me about those before he took me to Redwood,” You took out a blunt that Montana gave you to let loose.
“Oh yeah? How is he.” Xavier only knew Jim in passing but enough that he knew Jim hated him for how he treated you. So it was safe to say their relationship was strained.
“He's alright.. I saw him last night,” You smiled.
“Yeah, I saw his car,” He smiled up at the setting sun above the trees.
“Hey! Are you two going to come hang out with us?” Montana asked from out of nowhere as she saw us sitting together. She looked pleased we were actually talking with each other.
You finally ran out of breath, trying to control how much air you consumed through your lungs. If you kept panting like this the killer would hear you, you didn't want that. Your legs buckled from underneath you, thorns sticking into your skin. You didn't care, the energy you once had left your body. Out of the blue you heard some commotion causing you to jump ready to run out of fear until you could hear who was talking.
"So, where's your little slut of a friend who keeps sneaking that boy into her cabin every. Single. Night. I might want to pay her a visit too?" Margaret sneered, right above Xavier. She held a knife to his neck, he was defenseless. You stared helplessly through the bushes at them.
"She's not my friend. To be honest, I don't care where she is. She probably already climbed into her boy toy's car and zoomed off out of this hell hole," Xavier seethed. Your heart sunk to your stomach. His words and hard expression pained you. That conversation meant nothing? Was that all in your head, that you could be friends? "If I knew where she was I wouldn't tell you anyways. I'm not heartless," he continued.
It hurt too much to know that after everything, Xavier still hated you. You wanted to move to save him but your limbs were frozen. A part of you wanted to move, but another part of you told you to leave. Even if he hated you still, no one deserves to die. All feelings aside you had to save him.
But you were too late. Margaret had enough of his shit and stabbed him in the chest causing Xavier to cry out. "I guess you won't be around to save her with your lame excuse anyways, will you?" Margaret nonchalantly said, a smile on her face. She pulled the knife out and Xavier's mouth opened in a silent cry.
"NO!" you screamed out, you lunged for Margaret and threw her off him. Margaret was shocked, she didn't expect to see anyone. Xavier was just as shocked as she was, clutching his chest in agony.
She sweetly said your name like she was greeting an old friend. "What good timing. We need to get Xavier to safety! I found him like this on the ground. I was trying to hel-"
"Cut the shit Margaret, I saw and heard everything." You said, glancing at Xavier before fixing your gaze on her.
She tackled you and tried to stab you too, but you grabbed her arm at the joint, just before the knife pierced your side. She raised her other arm only for you to grab that one too. The both of you battle to have the upper hand, staggering away from Xavier. She used all her strength to dig the knife into your skin, the blade had made it's way slowly into the skin below your ribs. You grunted loudly before throwing her at a tree with all your might, knocking her out.
You panted, holding your stomach looking at her unconscious form. Xavier's gasps of air brought you back to your senses. Running over to his aid, he looked pale. His burned face was covered in a cold sweat, his green shirt was soaked in blood, and his eyes were starting to unfocus. You weren't going to lie, he was dying quickly.
"Xavier! I'm sorry! I should've intervened earlier- but I was so scared. I can still save you- there's so much blood. You can make this through. God, what am I doing?" You stammered, unable to keep an idea of what to say. You frantically pressed your hands on his wound, he groaned.
Xavier tried to talk, but he only coughed up blood. He arched his back coughing more blood up before moaning out of pain. you helped him lay back down. He wouldn't make it like this.
You smiled sadly at him, stroking his cheek. Staring up into your eyes, he looked scared. Vulnerability bubbling to the surface on his fear filled face. It broke your heart. You raised his head and moved to rest him on your lap. Xavier grunted, but tried his best to help you move him. Once his head was on your lap you moved your legs under Xavier to hold him close, legs bent for support. You comforted him by running hand through his dirty yet soft hair, despite the hairspray that covered his head.
The life slowly left his eyes as his choked breaths slowly died down before you cried. Didn't know why you were crying over him. Why did you help ease him into death? You couldn't stop crying and didn't let him go.
A sharp pain invaded your mind, and blood flowed from your torso. The blade of Margaret's knife was sharply pulled from your back causing your body to jerk. You fell back to see Margaret towering above you. After smugly smiling at you she then plunged her knife into your chest again before the world drifted away from you and the pain subsided into nothing. The fuzzy image of the moon and the trees around it was the last thing you saw as you died.
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