When a shadow fell over Xavier's desk, he froze. Sketchbook half-packed and pencils still scattered around his space. He hadn't expected you to try talking to him all of a sudden.

"Would you like to go out?"

The request was blunt, straightforward. So much like your sister. Xavier remained tense as he scanned the classroom to see if he could spot your twin amongst the leaving students. He wouldn't put it past Wednesday to make you go talk to him to "gain information".

The Rave'N had been a week ago now, and the feeling of being used hadn't gone away. The feeling of Wednesday asking him out only to ditch him for his biggest bully still festered.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in you. You were an Addams, and you and your sister were the weird new kids. Rumors about the macabre ways of the Addams family had been circulating for months now, and you weren't exempt from them.

"Did your sister put you up to this?" he asked cooly, trying to ignore the sick feeling of being used in his stomach.