Beautiful Things

Chapter 18-Anxious

WHEN THE POLICE GOT there, Oscar's grandmother had easily taken care of the business she needed to, telling them, along with Brian, the whole story on what happened in the woods, and I guessed it didn't really matter that they knew since they couldn't do much about werewolf teenagers running around the forest. Also, something made me suspect how much the police knew when I saw Oscar's grandmother shoot them a furtive wink before they all walked in. I sat back, messing around on my phone when I got a call. My heart thrummed at the contact that I had yet to change.

It read Xavier's name, with an unknown amount of heart emojis after it. I quickly hit decline and leaned my head back against a tree, my back scraping against the rough wood as I slowly sank to the floor.

I shut my eyes as I sat there, feeling lost within my own mind.

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Oscar opened the window in the living room, sticking his head out to watch as Bailey climbed into the passenger side of the Chevy truck. Brian profusely thanked Oscar's grandmother, his eyes full of relief when he finally ended up turning around and going to join Bailey.

Oscar watched them, forcing a smile onto his face as Brian waved. He hit the truck into reverse and backed out, meanwhile, Bailey was narrowing her eyes at something in her lap and refusing to look up. Oscar worriedly looked at her upset emotion, feeling a considerable amount of anger radiating from her targeted towards whatever she was glaring at on her phone.

Soon they were out of sight though, and all Oscar could do was sigh, retreating to his couch to sit, realizing how weak Bailey made him feel. How confused. How anxious.