the secrets we shared | rowan laslow x reader

chapter xii

literally everywhere i go xavier is there. it's like he's watching me. waiting for me to pounce on rowan, as if he were my prey. its very disturbing, as i can't even talk to him in class. xavier always interrupts and starts a conversation with rowan before i can. because of this, i haven't spoken to him since the kiss. great. i look over longingly, and he gives a weird look back. i'm not surprised - it seems like i am ghosting him which is a weird thing to do after confessing to someone. i need to figure out what the hell is going on.

as i leave class, rowan calls out to me. i turn around, feeling relief - finally a chance to talk to him! but of course, xavier thorpe had to ruin it. he physically pulls me away, leaving rowan looking very confused. xavier of course leaves me without saying anything, and when i go back rowan has left. so, xavier told me to stay away from rowan, but didn't say anything about it to rowan himself. i'm investigating i dont care if its against the rules.

rowan and xaviers room is on the same floor as ours, so i sneak off the balcony and scale the wall (which sounds a lot cooler than it actually was) until i find their window. i peer through, and see no one is in there. i didn't think they would be, as i am supposed to be in another lesson right now. i make it onto their balcony, and gently push the window door. to my relief, it is unlocked.

i slip inside, and look around. i have no idea what i am even looking for. the whole room is a mess, as if there had been a hurricane - papers strewn across the floor, picture frames knocked off the walls. i can still tell who's side is who's though. one side has a made bed and a very neat desk, while the other has a bed covered in blankets and dirty clothes, and a messy desk. on top of the messy desk lies a heavy open book. this intrigues me, so i step forward to find the book open on a previous class photo. reading the bottom, it says 'class of 1966'. what an odd thing to read. i flick to another page, and suddenly can't breathe. a very familiar name has caught my eye. under one of the students school photo, i see the name y/l/n printed. it can't be. i flick back to the previous photo, and spot her instantly. she looks remarkably similar to me. but my parents never said anything about ancestors going here? and besides, ive never heard of this woman before.

thats when another paper on the desk catches my eye. this one is the same woman, but a bit older. it is a crime case file. what. the. fuck. i flick through other pages, to realise this isn't a messy desk. this is xavier thorpes research. on me.