The Watcher || Xavier Thorpe (DISCONTINUED)

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Xavier wanted to draw the sleeping girl. He kept thinking about how cute she was, and how she was jealous Wednesday and Xavier knew each other, giving him the impression that Chloe liked to him. He smiled softly as he started to draw her.

Chloe started to stir in her sleep, a pained expression settled on her face. Xavier walked over to her body and placed his large hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake. Her face calmed as her eyelids barely lifted, "M~wat?". She started drifting back to sleep when Xavier called out, "Chloe, I have to go to my next class. You should wake up and eat." Chloe hummed in acknowledgment and Xavier placed the open sketchbook on her bedside table and quietly left.

Chloe stretched in bed and yawned as she sat herself up, her head foggy from sleep. Her hair had become a bird's nest in her sleep and eye crust had started to form in the corner of her eyes. She stood up, then quickly sat back down as the blood came rushing from her head. When she adjusted, she walked over to her closet, picking out a new outfit that she hadn't slept in. She pulled out a crème colored blouse and a matching purple floor-length skirt. She paired it with purple flats and pearl accessories. When she finished changing, she headed to her personal bathroom to take care of the nest on her head and brush her teeth.

Chloe was walking to her grab her phone that was charging on her bedside table, when she noticed the open sketchbook. Her brain finally cleared up as she remembered what she had done. "Oh no... " she walked over to see what was drawn, "well... that's definitely unexpected..." She studied the portrait of herself sleeping and read the small note in messy but pretty hand writing, "Make sure to eat! - Xavier". Chloe was startled at the note of affection and quickly shut the sketchbook, shoving it under her bed. She grabbed her phone, shoved it into her purse, and panicked as she jogged towards the gates, needing fresh air that wasn't contaminated with sweaty and hormonal teenager outcasts.

Chloe found it odd when a car pulled in front of the gates and Wednesday entered, sitting in the passenger seat with Weems in the driver's. Chloe stood up straight and brought her hands in front of her when Weems noticed Chloe as the window rolled down. Weems talked to Chloe, sticking her powdered face out of the small van, "Miss Plouton, may I offered you a ride?"

Chloe didn't know where they were going, but she didn't want to go back into the mass of oversized children. "Yes, you may."

Weems stepped out of the car and opened the back door for Chloe. Chloe stepped in and sat down, studying the inside of the van, she was still use to the chariots and horses that her father used. Weems closed the door and got back in her seat, started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Chloe's eyes widened as she started to bounce with the car as it drove on the highway, she put her hands on the door's handle bar and tried to remain in one place.

After a tiring journey, they pulled up at the same office building that Chloe had gone to once, she recognized the name, 'Dr. Kinbott' on the window. Weems started talking to Wednesday as Chloe looked around the town-center. She noticed the Weathervane across from the office and decided to investigate. She pulled open the door, much to her surprise it was fairly easy once she figure out which handle it was, and headed to the café.

this is not edited.

i'll try to update a longer chapter once my finals are done.

THX.