arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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9 - peter's friend? xavier

when thing returned the two students were following their classmates into the greenhouse. this was one of peter's least favourite lesson, one because it was ms thornhills' class and two he had to make sure not to touch any of the plants. because then she'd figure out he's the one killing her plants.

"how could you lose him in a bathroom with no windows?" wednesday questioned as peter stood insanely still. arms crossed against his chest. hands tucked into the to reduce the chance of him touching anything. they were getting feedback off the hand after it followed rowan. it told them it followed him to the bathroom where he just disappeared, leaving the suitcase on the toilet seat. peter had been right, that couldn't have been rowan then.

"a lefty wouldn't have failed me." she replied and he chuckled slightly as the hand shrunk backwards, sulking as if it were deeply offended by the comment.

"don't sulk."

"i see you made new friends. a freak and a plant." a voice questioned and the two turned to see bianca stood there with two of her little friends.

"i go for quality over quantity." wednesday added. and bianca rolled her eyes, walking away leaving the two once more. peter questioned what happened, does that mean wednesday thinks of him as a friend? surely not right. she was wednesday addams. wednesday addams did not make friends. peter passed xavier's table, the boy who was once smudging coal onto his page dropping the stick and reaching to grab his hand.

"sit with me." he asked, but peter shook off his hand. going to sit on the empty table behind him. the one he always sat at alone. dropping his bag and book onto the empty seat as wednesday moved to sit next to xavier. he watched as the boy placed his hand over the drawing of the spider. the drawing comes to life almost instantly. crawling across the table, stopping to look back at peter before continuing its path to wednesday. he sat in awe watching it move, it was so realistic. peter was always left breathless by xavier's talent, whether it be the art itself or the animation.

"i doubt wednesday is impressed by your tricks, mr. thorpe. unlike mr. belfiore behind you." ms thornhill spoke and xavier looked over his shoulder just as peter wiped the gawing look of his face. opening his book once more, wanting to finish it so he could take this collection back to nott a bookstore.

"admit it, you are a little impressed." she was not, anyone could see it. and she slammed her hand down on the spider watching as it turned to a dust of charcoal. the whole class laughed at her reaction. peter watched as xavier's face fell, the boy shutting his sketchbook straight away.

"wednesday, we are thrilled to join us on our journey into the world of carnivorous plants.'' ms thornhill started and he shut off. you'd think for a boy that likes plants even if his powers were to wither them he'd be interested in listening to this class but his dislike for ms thornhill was much stronger. so in went to the headphones as he started reading his book. he only had the last few chapters left before he could return to scribbling in his book. ignoring the rest of the class even when she called for him to answer a question. and when the school day finished peter ran for his room, getting changed out of his uniform and into jeans and sweater before bucking it out the school before anyone could see him. but someone did, they followed him through the woods. when a dog barked in the near distance. a hand grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the way. turning to find xavier stood gripping onto his arm.

"were you following me?" he questioned, waiting until the sheriff and the bloodhound passed. somehow missing their scents.

"yes. i mean no. i was just taking a walk through the woods."xavier quickly spat trying to cover the fact he was worried about the boy and followed him into the woods. peter raised his brow and carried on his walk towards jericho.

"hold on peter." xavier called, reaching to grab his hand. the boy didn't answer, only turning to look at him before carrying on. and xavier remained walking beside him. their hands brushing against each other. sometimes xavier's pinky would tap against his hand but peter ignored it. as they entered into jericho.

"why are you following me?" peter questioned watching the boy.

"just making sure you are okay, after all a monster is supposed to reside in these woods." xavier laughed and peter snapped. turning and walking up to him. his face was quickly growing red.

"xavier, why don't you just fuck off right. you are not funny, it's pathetic." he spat, digging his finger into the boy's chest as he pushed him back slightly. the look of pain painted xavier's face. before continuing on his walk in the ton, heading towards the darker streets. ignoring the eyes of normies watching them closely. the two returned to silence but xavier still walked beside him.

"i'm sorry." peter spoke again after sometime, seeing xavier rubbing his chest in the corner of his eye. the boy nodded.

"it's okay.'' xavier mumbled. putting a small smile on his face, he fell back. it wasn't funny that rowan was supposed to be dead. he had seen peter the night it happened, he saw the look of horror behind his eyes. so something must have happened to rowan but nobody could figure it out and now the boy had come back to life and been expelled. the two boys walked in silence towards the bookstore that xavier had never seen before. the bell rang as the painted green door opened.

"peter, you shouldn't be here." a voice called from somewhere in the books. xavier watched as a handsome man appeared from behind one of the many bookshelves stacked with books.

"i brought your books back." he replied, dropping his bag onto the counter. xavier looked the man up and down. he was very handsome, he dressed smartly. wearing something that resembled a casual suit. well it was a black suit with a green turtle neck. assortment of silver jewellery but xavier's eyes found the signet ring with an n and a snake on the boy's thump. his other fingers and rings too but this was one his attention was drawn too.

"and how might you be?" a snobbish english voice asked the painter looking back up to the man. his curled black hair was greying, looking more like salt and pepper hair.

"thorpe sir, xavier thorpe. i'm peters... friend?" xavier spoke, holding his hand out. he watched as the man eyebrow raised as he fumbled on the word friend. in reality he had no idea if peter even saw him as a friend.  and he noticed the knowing look he sent peter. whose face was flushed a slight red.