Sweet Delora

Chapter three

The first face I see when I wake up is a face I wish to hit. I quickly sit up in the infirmary bed making Xavier fall back into the seat beside Wednesday. "Take it easy." He tells me as my head pounds.

"The nurse said you don't have a concussion, but you have a pretty nasty bump." Xavier explains and I turn to my cousin. "Where?" I ask, holding out my hand for her. She places my hand on the side of my head and let's go.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath letting my powers work. "Last thing I remember was walking outside, I just healed your forehead." I tell the two, lowering my hand. "Then that statue fell."

"Prince charming tackled you out of the way." Wednesday tells me, glaring at the boy next to her. "Why?" 

"Call it instinct." Xavier tells her, confusion flooding his features. "So you were guided by latent chivalry, the tool of the patriarchy to extract my cousins undying gratitude?"

"Wednesday." I say stopping my cousin's rambling. "Thank you Xavier." I tell the tall boy, standing up from my bed.

Xavier's hands find my shoulders as I stumble slightly. "I'm alright." I say and his hands are gone. 

"Nes, this is Xavier Thorpe, Xavier this is Wednesday Addams."

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After my near death experience, I was excused my the rest of my daily classes. Somehow Wednesday managed to get excused as well.

Even though the bump on my head was gone I was still exhausted, so the moment Wednesday and I returned to our dorm I fell fast asleep.

I wasn't asleep for long though as Wednesday throws something onto my bed, startling me awake. "I found a stowaway." She tells me as a hand runs across my bed. "Thing?" I ask rubbing my eyes trying to get rid of my drowsiness. 

The hand waves at me as Wednesday speaks. "Get dressed, I have therapy in twenty minutes."

"What does that have to with me?" I ask standing up anyway. "Weems wants you to come." Wednesday explains, throwing me a clean shirt. "Why?'

"Morale support." The girl says in air quotes while I brush out my knotted hair. "I don't have to come in with you right?" I ask throwing the shirt on over my tank top. "No, just wait around nearby."  Principle Weems says from our doorway making me jump.

"Come on girls the car is ready." She says, turning around and leading the way out, Wednesday and I jogging after her.

After the short ride to Jericho, Principle Weems drops me off outside of the local café - Weathervane-. I walk into the nearly empty building after the car drives off.

The building has a few people inside. I make my way to the front counter to find a frazzled Tyler standing over a smokey machine. "I guess a latte is out of the question." I say making the boy look up. "Sadly yes, you can settle for drip or water."

"I'll just get a water." I smile at him as he places down his wrench. He hands me a cup and a cookie. "What's this?" I ask looking down at the star cookie. "Cookie, made it myself"

I take a bite and it's still warm and delicious.  "That is delicious" I tell Tyler, putting the cookie back in it's bag. I take out my wallet going to hand him a five but he stops me. "Water's free, Delora."

"But the cookie-"

"Think of it as compensation for no lattes." I smile at the boy in front of me, putting the five dollar bill into the tip jar. "So what is happening with this machine?" I ask, glancing back to the steaming death trap.

"It's a temperamental beast with a mind of it's own." He tells me, making me chuckle as I take a sip of water. "Doesn't help that the instructions are in Italian."