𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 (𝔵.𝔱)

Chapter seven: A metal godess

Outreach Day. A long and boring day full of hours wasted at 'jobs' for the Nevermore students. Almost every one of them dreading the day ahead as they boarded the bus. Morwenna's dark eyes scanned over the seats, landing on Xavier who shoved his friend out and gestured her to go to him.

"Such a gentleman." She spoke, sounding like Morticia. "I try." He smiled at her. "What did you get?" He asked and peered down at her card. "The Weathervane." She huffed. "Cool. Me too." He smiled and nudged her shoulder boyishly.

"You're stuck with me all day." He gave her a cheeky smile. "And Wednesday's boyfriend." Her eyes rolled as she saw her sister board the bus. Xavier's face hardened at the mention of Tyler. "Great." He grumbled and leaned back against the seat.

"Why the sudden change? Don't want to be stuck with me all day?" Morwenna asked. Xavier shook his head. "No, it's just he's bad news. I don't want her around him, ya know. I, especially, don't want to be around him." He glared out the window.

"What did he do to you?" She asked, full of wonder and wanting to know what he did to make Xavier hate him so badly. "Doesn't matter." He shrugged and the rest of the way was spent in silence. Morwenna was slightly mad at him for it, pushing her away, being so protective over Wednesday. Not to mention the slight attitude he had with her. This was going to be a great day.

"Oh Miss Addams!" Said an accented voice. Morwenna swiftly turned to be faced with the tall blonde principal. "Are you still willing to do the star spangled banner?" She questioned as they walked down the sidewalk. Morwenna silently nodded, dreading the hours ahead of her. "Wonderful! Your guitar will be set up for you." She smiled.

"Be careful with it. It's one of my prized possessions." And with a nod, Weems walked off. Opening the door to the coffee shop she was greater by the smell of coffee beans and cigarettes. She spotted Tyler behind the counter, the obsidian crystal she was toying with heating up.

She quickly retracted her hand, but made her way over. "Is this your task for today?" He asked to which she nodded. "I'll get you a uniform." He then went into the back room and sink returned with a tan shirt and burgundy apron.

"I'm not wearing that." Her head shook. His brow furrowed. "Why? Are you allergic to color?" He asked confusedly with a furrowed brow. "Yes. I'll breakout in hives and my skin will fall off my bones." He was about to reject her statement. "I know from experience." She huffed.

"I'll wear the apron, I'm keeping the rest of my outfit." And she begrudgingly snatched the apron from him and walking into the back rooms to put her other belongings away.

When she came back out she saw Xavier glaring at Tyler before shoving past her into the back room. He soon came back out with a blank stare. "How was your time with, Wednesday?" She asked as she made a customer an expresso.

"You know you and your sister are really nosey." Xavier told her with a frown. "Thank you." And then she moved away from him. Morwenna grabbed a rag to wipe down used tables as whispers came from behind her.

"Nevermore freak." A girls giggle followed. "She looks like the living dead." More giggles came. "Hey, where'd you get your style from? The 1500s?" Cackled a group of girls.

"Where'd yours come from? A hookers closet?" Her dark eyes trailed over the low cut tops and skirts they wore with bright colored heels. "This is a day for pilgrims. You all would burn at the stake... I'd love to see it." She said in thought.