Wenclair

~2~

No one's POV:

Wednesday wakes up early before Enid. As soon as what happened last night comes through her mind, she immediately looks over at her roommate.

Wednesday takes a small moment to admire the person sleeping next to her. She shakes off the feeling quickly. In disgust, she removes herself from Enid's grasp. She straightens up and walks into the bathroom.

I can't believe that happened. She thinks to herself. What was I thinking?

Wednesday does not let the thoughts ruin her focus as she gets ready for the day.

Enid's POV:

As I awaken, I yawn and stretch. What an amazing good night's sleep.The best sleep I had in a while. What happened last night?

I try to recall the memory but nothing comes back. I shrug as I look over at Wednesday's side to find her not there.

I see her bathroom light on from underneath the crack of the door, so I assume she's getting ready.

I decided I should go get ready since we have classes today.

I walk out of the bathroom after I am finished getting ready for today. I already see Wednesday at her desk, reading some kind of book.

I walk over there and look over her shoulder. "Whatcha doing?"

I say as I watch the small girl jump. She stammers. "Reading? Use your eyes, imbecile."

I squint my eyes at her. I know she's usually rude but what did I do? "Did I do something?" I take the risk and ask.

Wednesday turns around in her chair and glares at me. I stare back until I can't deal with it. It lasts a couple of moments until I raise my eyebrows.

"Do you not remember what happened last night?" She asks. I shake my head in response and she sighs. "I slept with you."

My face slowly turns red as she says that, but she continues. "Because you were having a nightmare and asked me to. Then I woke up to you hugging me."

My eyes widen as I process her words. Is that what really happened last night? "I'm... s-sorry?" I say, in hopes of helping her attitude.

"It's whatever," Wednesday says as she puts her book down and stands up. "Come on, we're gonna be late for class." I watch her walk out of the dorm as I follow her, still looking like a strawberry.

We arrive at our first period and we sit at our seats. I sit on the far left corner and Wednesday sits at the far right corner.

The teacher begins the lesson as I can't focus.
Wednesday's on my mind. I consider going to a professional for help.

And that professional is Yoko.

Wednesday's POV:

I can't believe Enid doesn't remember what happened last night. She's so dumb.

As we make our way to first period, I make little to no contact with her. Which is normal, but this time a lot less. I take my seat in the back of the class on the right. I listen as the teacher starts the lesson.