In the End ~ Wednesday x Xavier ~ SLOW-BURN

Chapter 2

Wednesday had dug around for hours and came up with ultimately nothing. The only thing she may have found slight interest in was the fact that only some people had access to the phone numbers in the area, Sheriff Galpin and Principal Weems being among those selected few. This left the thought...could someone from Nevermore have gotten access to her phone through Principal Weem's phone line? She was intrigued by this, although she wasn't sure if Weem's computer and such still worked, and was still logged in since her death. 

Or perhaps, Weem herself was still very much alive? It was possible, considering she never heard about a funeral for the woman, nor did anyone mention the body being removed from its original place. She noted this in her head, and she wondered if this was by any chance a plausible reason as to why strange things were happening. Did Weems want revenge?

The noirette decided she would dwell on this matter later, but now she focused on practicing cello. It had always found a way to enrapture her twisted soul, with its dark notes intertwining within her. She played for hours, letting the music soothe her. Her hands delicately moved across the strings, and she found herself playing the same piece Xavier's painting had played back at the two, and her hands wavered over the instrument. Her stomach had that same feeling again as if there was something trying to eat away at her from the inside. She set her bow down and walked away from her cello, a frown protruding from her usual blank expression.

He was plaguing her mind, and she was disgusted. Was she that weak-minded that he could just invade whenever he pleased? She wanted to erase him, his smile, and everything about him from her mind. But she found a small part of her screaming against her will. Her soul was aching, being torn apart by the thoughts of him. No boy had ever caused her this much disruption, and she was disgusted at the thought. How could someone she had accused of murder possibly find room in their heart for her?

It was incomprehensible, how Xavier had treated her respectfully in their last moments before going their separate ways for the break. That smile that he gave her, the way he made her his concern, and gave her that tender look, thinking it had gone under her radar. Yet she noticed, and she wasn't entirely against it being there. The raven wanted nothing more than to diminish these feelings, the ones that only brought about pain, suffering, and mistrust among possible allies.

Thing began to tap away on her desk, alerting her she had received a text.

Wednesday walked over to her phone and saw Xavier's name sitting there. She grabbed her phone quickly but paused in realization. Why had she seized it so quickly? So...willingly? The monochrome girl began to pace, considering whether she should text him back or not. It was insufferable trying to decide on such a senseless thing.

 He was trying to assist her, she could see but was also becoming a nuisance at the same time. She didn't like when her train of thought was broken, especially since she might have actually had an idea of importance. Her thoughts now were almost always concerning him, and his smile and his eyes and- she face-palmed her forehead. She had to break from this pattern or it would continue tomorrow. The noirette peered down to see what he had to say.

Xavier: Are you doing well Weds? Has the stalker tried to contact you anymore?

Wednesday thought about leaving him on read, hoping he would get the subtle hint she didn't want to speak. But she found herself typing an answer anyway. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, as they took control of the keyboard.

Wednesday: I am doing well. And don't use that nickname again or I will not hesitate to individually hammer each one of your digits. How are you?

She smacked her forehead once more. Why had she asked him?