You were walking through the hallways, going to get something from your locker, when you overheard Xavier and his friends talking. He mentioned he doesn’t like physical touch. That gave you an idea. You never liked each other so you made a plan. The next day, you searched the school for him until you found him by his locker after school with his friends. You smirk and run up to him, clasping onto his neck and pressing your head on his chest. Instead of reacting, he simply wrapped his arms around you and stroked your hair, continuing to talk with his friends as if that was normal.