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The new semester had begun weeks ago, Wednesday had moved back into her dorm at Ophelia hall, with her roommate and while Wednesday hated to say this, her best friend. Wednesday had never thought she would have someone that was thought of as a friend, let alone a best friend. There was no other term for Enid though, if someone was the closest to her it would be that werewolf. She told her most things, some things she kept to herself of course, but Enid was easy to converse with. She didn't expect Wednesday to chime in when talking, Wednesday thinks she knew deep down that she was paying attention even if she wasn't looking at her. Enid would sit and listen to Wednesday's theories on who her stalker was, she enjoyed the listening ear, even though she would speak up with her worries. Wednesday always ignored them, she could handle this by herself just as she did the year previous.
Another person she had begun to hang out with was Xavier, the boy was someone she didn't hate the company of. She thought he would hate her after the events of last year, but it seems that his feelings for her were stronger than any hate he had for the actions she had done. While she didn't understand it, she didn't question it either. They had both been talking since the end of last semester when he gave her the phone. She had elected not to use it, but gave in after the noise of what she now knows is called "notifications" kept bothering her. Xavier had been texting her, so she told him to stop. He didn't, and here they were months later still talking daily.
She would go to his shed a lot, no one but them went there. It was quiet, Xavier would work in complete silence most of the time she was there, and other than their voices from the many conversations they had, there was nothing but silence and the low hum of his radio. She didn't hate it. It turned into her safe place just as much as it was Xavier's safe place. It gave her a place to investigate who her stalker was, it gave her a place to write, and it gave her a place to breathe. Enid was someone that she tolerated, which means she enjoyed Enid's presence. Sometimes though, the werewolf was just too talkative. Xavier wasn't like that, he knew when to be quiet and when to talk, he was perceptive like that.
On the day everything changed, it felt like any other horrible mundane day. She went to classes and sparred with Bianca, who had become one of her more liked peers. When Bianca wasn't actively hating her very being, she was tolerable to be around. When it was finally time for her writing hour which was after classes, but before dinner, she saw Enid sitting on her bed with Ajax, kissing. While she respected and stayed out of Enid's love life, this was crossing a line. Bringing him into their room, during her writing hour was something Wednesday would not tolerate. It was a very great insult to her space and her time.
Ajax heard the door open first, jumping away from Enid and snapping his neck toward the intruder. His eyes widened when he saw who it was,
"I thought you said she wouldn't be back for another hour?" He whisper-screamed as he turned his head toward Enid. She looked just as shocked, shaking her head, and saying something about how Wednesday wasn't supposed to be back yet. Wednesday always did everything on time, she knew her writing hour was now. Enid looked over at her phone and picked up the device, clicking it on and checking the time. She got a nervous smile on her face and she muttered,
"It's been an hour babe."
Wednesday didn't have time to deal with this, she didn't even want to acknowledge the situation in the first place. She gave them both an icy glare before turning around and walking out of her dorm room.
She didn't have anywhere else to go other than Xavier's shed, a tiny sliver of her hoped he would be there so she had someone to rant to about the fact that some roommates didn't know what a schedule was, and how disturbing it is to walk in on romantic scenes between said roommate and her gargoyle boyfriend. Writing her story is far more important than swapping spit, for what Wednesday guessed was hours. How did one even do said activity for hours? She could barely stand being in the presence of someone for more than 30 minutes, let alone touching someone twice that time.
When going to Xavier's shed, she never announced herself by knocking, she's never had to. Xavier didn't mind her just showing up, in fact, he would usually stop what he was doing to talk to her for a bit before returning to whatever art piece he was working on, Wednesday appreciated it. She appreciated the continuous silence after said welcome. As she approached the shed she could hear music blasting from behind the doors. That was unusual as Xavier usually had the music at a low hum as he claimed it helped him work better. He didn't like silence but he also didn't like when something was too loud. While Wednesday herself quite enjoyed the silence, she put up with the music as it was at a volume she could tolerate.
She opened up the shed door and took a step in, as she looked around she saw Xavier's head snap up and look towards her. He knew it was her, she was sure of it, but he always looked up to acknowledge her presence.
"Hey Wednesday, isn't a bit early for you to be stopping by?" He questioned as he set down the art tools he was handling and walked closer to the pale girl.
"Enid and her boyfriend were swapping spit during my writing hour, I didn't feel like dealing with them so I came here." She said with a flat face, she closed the door behind her and took a few more steps in, Xavier and herself getting closer in proximity.
"That's gotta suck."
"Indeed it did, your comment added so much to the conversation." She muttered sarcastically as she sat down on the nearest chair. It was closer to the radio than Xavier's spot in the shed was, so the music was blasting in her ear. It was some type of rock music, something she had never cared to hear before as she preferred classical music. She could hear him laugh at her comment and walk to the table the radio sat on and lean on said counter. He was smiling at her, his eyes soft in a way they never were with other people. She didn't understand his warmth for her, she wasn't good with feelings, so most times she elected to ignore it. It hurt less for her if she ignored feelings she didn't understand. After everything with Tyler, romantic relationships were something she wanted to stay away from, at any cost possible. Even if the cost is Xavier's feelings.
"Turn off the music." She ordered, turning her body on the chair towards him, giving him a half-hearted glare. "It sounds horrendous."
The smile on his face grew as he shook his head in defiance to her order. He leaned in closer and said,
"Make me."
This was not something she would just take, how dare he think himself higher than her to ignore what she ordered. Her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turned down as she stood up. He didn't back down though, he just stood there with a smile on his face, as if he was mocking her. She reached past him to turn it off herself, but as she moved her body to get closer to the radio, her arm brushed his. Suddenly her head snapped back, she was only slightly aware of his hands catching her as she fell to the ground, but in a split second, she was looking around a much darker shed. It was obviously nighttime in whatever vision she was having, surprisingly it was in the same location as where she was previously, Xavier's shed.
Behind her she heard voices talking, it was herself and Xavier, he was sitting at his painting, while she stood next to him looking over his shoulder. Their bodies were closer than Wednesday ever would have been willingly, what was even more surprising was that she got closer to him. Her hand was on his shoulder, her eyes on his hands as they worked. Xavier seemed very affected by the closeness, as he suddenly dropped what he was holding and looked back at her. Her mouth turned up in a way that made her sick just from watching.
"You finally done?" She questioned, running her hand from his shoulder down his arm. His breathing was getting faster, and red dusted his face in a way that highlighted his skin. He got up and faced the pale girl, pushing her until her back hit the counter on the other side of his shed. She pulled his face down to her own, and they began to kiss. Wednesday could only watch in horror as this version of herself started to make out with Xavier. Her hand was pulling his hair out of the ponytail it was styled in, her hand then began running through the brown locks. Pulling him closer by sliding her hands down to his neck. His hands weren't staying still either, they were placed on her hips, she couldn't stop watching as he slid them down further, landing on her thighs. Her eyes widened as this version of herself didn't kill him on the spot, instead, she enjoyed it making tiny noises into Xavier's mouth.
He pulled away, and she could see both of their eyes open. He brushed the fly-aways that had escaped from her braids during their activities and muttered to her so quietly Wednesday almost didn't catch it
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen Wednesday."
Before Wednesday could watch any further, she sat up gasping.
"Wednesday! Are you okay?" Xavier fretted, his hand lying on her shoulder. His eyes were wide in worry, his mouth turned downward. She couldn't even look at him out of fear her face had taken on a color other than her usual pale deathly aura.
"I need to go."
With that, she quickly got up, dusted herself off, and left his shed. Wednesday hadn't made this hasty of a retreat since her kiss with Tyler. As she returned to her dorm, the images of Xavier and herself played in her mind. She hated that she didn't hate the memory of what she saw.
"Enid," Wednesday said, staring at the brightly colored girl from across the room. "I have a question."
"Ooooo," Enid drawled on, shaking her shoulders and grinning at Wednesday. "You seeking me out for a question, has the world ended?"
She rolled her eyes at the imbecilic comment made by her werewolf roommate and turned her chair around so she faced her typewriter.
"Oh, you can ask me! Sorry for making fun of you!"
Enid ran from her side of the room over to Wednesday's side, and stood next to her desk, rocking on her feet out of what Wednesday could only assume was anticipation.
"You're good with feelings." Wednesday started, pausing as she looked down at her hands. "I'm not."
"Yeah, I know," Enid responded giving an awkward smile.
"How do you know if you are fond of someone?"
"OMG! Does Wednesday have a crush?" Enid said jumping around, after said jumping, she crouched down so she could see Wednesday's face. "Who is it?"
"I should have never asked you."
With that Wednesday began to make her retreat, walking towards the door of her dorm to go hide in the library until something more interesting came up to distract her roommate. Before she could reach the door Enid jumped in front of her, putting her arms out to stop the pale girl before she could reach the exit.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay! I will listen, and I will take it so seriously you won't know what hit you. So just," She began to push Wednesday over to her bed. "Just sit down and tell me what's going on roomie, Enid is here to help." She gave Wednesday a big smile as she plopped down next to her.
Rolling her eyes, Wednesday looked down at the colorful plushie next to her. "How do you know if you," she paused, "feel affection for someone?"
Looking over at the brightly colored girl, she saw the beginnings of a grin form on her face, and not the happy kind of grin, the "Oh, I told you so." kind of grin. The kind of grin Wednesday would murder someone over.
"You came to the right place bestie."
"Don't call me that."
"Okay!" She exclaimed standing up, "What do you feel when you look at this so-called person?"
"Disgust."
"So in Wednesday terms affection, okay!"
Wednesday was going to murder her.
"What brought this on?" She questioned, looking toward the girl in question.
"I saw a vision, of something, and it confused me."
"Wednesday, babes,"
"Don't call me that."
Enid walked up and grabbed Wednesday's hands, after the hug Enid gave after she almost died for her, Wednesday was more open to physical touch from the werewolf. She didn't like it, but she allowed it.
"I will support you in whatever you do of course, and if you're not ready to get into a romantic relationship, especially after Tyler, because I know that affected you more than you let on."
"No, it didn't, I feel nothing about that situation."
Tyler made her angry, he tricked her and she wanted to make him pay for it. There was something in her that made her believe he was her stalker, a part of her didn't trust it, she believed it was just her wanting to see him again. The part of herself she hated, because that part still liked him, even just a little
"Okay, but I'm just saying. My advice is to take it at your own pace. Do what you feel is right, whatever that black heart inside of you tells you to do, listen to it. Trust yourself."
With that bit of advice, Enid gave her a tight-lipped smile, grabbed her phone, and plopped down on her bed. Wednesday, though she would never admit it, was glad she had met her roommate. She knew that werewolf would always have her back, and Wednesday would never say this out loud, but she would have her back too.