xavier, your enemy

u & Xavier are forced to share a bed while on vacation with ur class. u were struggling between 2 outfits. it was early in the morning u doubt any of ur friends would be awake to help u.
"Xavier." u call.
He opens the bathroom door in nothing a but a towel wrapped around his waist.
"What do u want?" He asks. But ur eyes are still fixated on his waist.
"Uh-" u start, lifting ur head
"Which outfit should I wear?" u continue. He rolls his eyes and comes to ur side where the two outfits are laid. He points to one before walking away.
"Thanks I guess.." u mumble under your breath. After u got changed, he's eyes narrowed at ur outfit, a small pink staining his cheeks. u both go downstairs with the rest of the class when another guy approached u.
"I like ur outfit.." his hand trailing down the small of ur back. u moved out when his hand was torn from ur back.
"What the fck do u think u're doing?" xavier ask