arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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7 - not rowan, rowan

"peter belfiore! my office now!" ms weems called and for a moment the whole school turned silent for him. those side eyes turned to blank stares as he bowed his head. following the familiar path towards the head mistress's office. his eyes were red and he was still slightly shaking. he had seen many die, but he had never seen an attack. a murder. when he arrived at ms weems' office, sheriff galpin and wednesday were watching.

"my guess is that rowan ran away. state troopers have been on alert and i have contacted his parents. but they haven't heard from him either." she spoke as he entered the room, the door making that awful clicking noise as he entered. and three eyes turned to him. his shoulders were slumped and his uniform messy. he looked like a mess. he didn't even bother to wear headphones, nor did he carry a book.

"dead people are notoriously bad at returning calls." wednesday added as he sunk into the chair beside her. he didn't look like himself.

"mr belfiore, ms addams. what were you two doing in the woods with him?" the sheriff questioned almost immediately, getting to the point.

"we were walking, me and rowan. i was telling him about this new book i was reading and he stepped in a mole hole. scaring him caused him to shriek when-'' peter started, perching up in his seat to lie straight through his teeth. he wasn't about to admit he knew something had been going on with the boy.

"when i found them. i heard a noise in the forest and went to investigate. when rowan was ripped away by that beast."

"then what happened?" the sheriff quickly questioned, in an attempt to catch them out he guessed but wednesday knew he only saw them as suspects.

"then i ran into bianca barclay and i told her to go help." wednesday continued as peter stared at the piece of paper sticking out of ms weems desk. odd. especially since once she caught him looking she was quick to open the draw and stuff it back in. before locking it. very odd.

"play nice or i will call the mayor. belfiore, with me." ms weems ordered as she headed for the door, wednesday requested to talk to sheriff alone.

"no, he stays too." sheriff butted in as ms weems left. she looked really annoyed as she nodded, continuing with her stride for the door.

"someone is trying to cover up rowan's murder. that's the only reason to scrub the crime scene."

"is that your profession opinion as the daughter of a murder?" sheriff commented and for a split second wednesdays facade faded. shoulders barely slumping.

"you're sheriff, aren't ya? it's your job to lsiten to us, afterall we were there when rowan died."

"belfiore i'd be quiet if i were you. i knew your father and his sister." and peter went quiet, that's not possible. his father had fleed right after nevermore and he certianly didn't have a sister.

"my father's twice the man you are. and the only thing he murders s the occasional opera in the shower."

"addams it been a long night and i'm tired of your games.

"i'm not playing games. i'm telling the truth."

"we know what we saw." and that's when the door opened. one of sheriff's officers appearing from behind.

"sheriff?" she questioned looking between the two nevermore student in front of him.

"what?" he spat back, clearly annoyed at the interruption.

"you're gonna wanna see this." she commented and the other door swung open. the familiar face of rowan appearing from behind. and he felt his heart halt in his chest. he stands there looking as alive as normal, his glass taking up half of his face. hair neatly combed and he looked clean. wait, his glasses. he hadn't been seen since his alleged death but peter had the bloodied glasses resting on his windowsill. so how did he find the time to get his spare pair without being seen. but he still ran to the boy, wrapping his arms around the boy. but that familiar scent of soap and polish never came. that was rather odd. he smelt more like perfume, something rowan would never smell off.

"can we talk?" peter questioned as he pulled back from the hug that rowan did not return but the boy only pressed his lips together, shaking his head informing him he had been expelled. and he had to pack his things.

"can i at least help you?'' peter asked once more, he didn't even want to ask him questions. he wanted to catch the not rowan in the act.

"you can't belfiore." he spoke before peter took the nod and left. that wasn't rowan, rowan never called him by his last name. instead he usually used pete or bel. he needed to find xavier. he could either message him on instagram but then someone from nevermore would finally be following his account or just go find him. so he took the familiar route around nevermore, trying to think of where xavier could possibly be but there was no sign of him. making him have to search for his instagram.

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