Thing goes to Wednesday.
"Weems is clearly trying to keep tabs on me. Keep an eye on Rowan. Don't let your fingers out of his sight" she warns.
Now she needs to find a club. Principal Weems warned her. She is clearly bothered, however, she could asks questions. Angel is now at her music class, so she'll do it alone. Then, she'll take her so they'll investigate together.
First she finds Bianca and the chorus club.
"Weems said you'd be stopping by. But to be honest, after your performance at the Harvest Festival, drama club might be more your speed" all of them laugh at Bianca's provocation.
Wednesday would like to debate, but she can't go down to their level.
"After I passed out, who did you tell ? The sheriff ?" her face full of curiosity.
"You think I'd trust norm cops ? I went straight to Weems and let her handle it"
So maybe Weems knows something more.
"Anyway, let's get this audition over with. What are you ? Alto, soprano or just loco ?" she mocks.
She raises one eyebrow and challenged, she does a sound that no one hears.
A boy's eyeglasses starts to break and the other are clearly confused.
"What was that ?"
"A note only dogs can hear" and goes away, needing more answers.
Angel heard that note.
Walking from club to club, she notices Xavier Thorpe.
She eyes him suspiciously, but decides to talk to him. Otherwise, Angel would do that.
Sighing, she goes near him, who shoots arrows. She smirks inside. He didn't even hit the target.
He notices her, scoffing. "Huh. You actually showed up. Ever shot a bow and arrow before ?"
"Only on live targets"
Xavier is impressed, but he doesn't truly stand Wednesday. "Okay" He shows her how to do it, missing again.
"Any questions ?" She didn't even listen his advices.
"When's the last time you saw your roommate Rowan ?"
"You mean the one that was killed by a monster ?" he plays with her. "The Harvest Festival. I haven't talked to him since. But his side of the room was all packed this morning. Rowan's always been a little off, but, uh, the last couple of weeks he's been more erratic. You know, telekinesis can mess with your head, you know. He's... It started to freak me out" He starts to take another shoot.
"So what's the deal with you and Angel ?" her face harden hearing her name.
"I'm sorry, were you the only one who got to ask non-archery questions ?" his voice clearly annoyed.
"There is nothing you should care about"
"Well, I haven't seen her since she left me at The Harvest Festival to run after you" Xavier gives her the archer.
Her heart warms for a moment, but she shrugs it off.
"Yeah, word of advice. Steer clear" he warns. She looks at him disbelief.
"And why ?"
"Angel has some really shit things going through her life. She doesn't need someone who just takes advantages of her, she needs someone who will always be by her side... To comfort her... To love her" he whispers the last words
Wednesday is affected by that words and frustration grows inside her. Is he saying that he wants to be that someone who will stay by her side ? She takes the apple and give him a challenging glance.
"And you think you are what she needs ?" she makes the arrow fly and gets the target.
"She can choose by herself and you should stay away from her"
She gives him a last glance and goes away.
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My Wednesday
FanfictionAngel Johnson is half vampire and half werewolf. It's rare and she hates that. Wednesday Addams is new at Nevermore. She hates the place and she doesn't bond with people. But they'll found each other.
