Wenclair

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Wednesday's POV:

The next day, I woke up a bit late. I came back to the dorm later after 2 am last night Honestly, I was surprised I didn't get caught. But I am sneaky so.

I woke up late for class, Enid didn't even wake me. As I look over, I see her still sleeping. Damn, does she only get up when I wake her?

I decided to just skip again. That's not a problem for her.

I stretch and yawn as I stand up. Last night was tough. Had these weird feelings and I'm still not sure about them.

Do I like Enid? I very much believe that.

Not.

Not a single chance that I like anyone. But it's a weird feeling.

I kissed a guy and now there's a girl... odd. Especially since that guy was a homicidal monster.

I walk over to my desk and I slide a paper into my typewriter. I assume the clicking of the typewriter woke Enid up. I hear her yawn and get up. "Morning Wednesday." She says in an awfully good mood.

Yuck.

"Hello," I reply. I hear her go on her phone as faint sounds come from it.

"How'd you sleep roomie?" She asks.

Lie. Lie. Lie.

"Terrible." I can feel her eyes burn into the back of my head. Which I do confirm as I turn around in my chair to look at her.

"Good terrible or bad terrible." She questions.

Lie. Lie. Lie.

"Bad." Shit. Why didn't I lie? She gonna fucking ask questions now. Ugh, fuck me.

"Why? What happened?"

There are the questions.

"Nothing," I say as I turn back in my chair and continue writing.

I hear her mumble something but I can't quite make it out. I hear a small screech as I quickly turn around. I see Enid scrambling around the room. "I'M LATE FOR CLASS!"

I scoff. "Like you really care."

She stops dead in her tracks. "Yeah, you right."

I keep trying to continue to write as she keeps cutting me off. Fuck you, Enid. "Hey, do you maybe wanna go-"

"No, fuck off." I quickly cut her off. I can't tell if she's angry or not. But I do not care.

"Damn, what's your problem?" Enid asks me but I don't answer. I hear her groan and walk out of the dorm.

If only she realized she was still in pajamas. I chuckle lightly for a short second and stop. I roll my eyes and write my novel. I doubt the wolf will be coming back anytime soon.

Enid's POV:

Well, Wednesday's mad about some shit. Whatever it is. As I continue to lightly slide on the floor, I look down and see my pajamas. I groan out loud but continue my way to the quad. I ain't going back there.

As I shuffle through the hallways. I spot Yoko and Divina talking. I cut them off. "Yoko, can I borrow you for a sec?"

Yoko looks from me to Divina. Her eyes lie on Divina as she nods her head. "Yeah, cmon."

I smile a thank you to Divina as Yoko leads me into a more private space. "What's up?" Yoko says as we are alone.

"I think something's wrong with Wednesday. She was really rude to me earlier for no reason and she told me to fuck off." I tell Yoko.

"Isn't she always rude to you?" Yoko lets out a small laugh.

"Yeah, but since we came back from vacay it's been different," I say.

Just then, Yoko gasps. "Maybe she likes you back!" She says a bit too loud so I shush her.

"Impossible," I say.

"Or maybe she's hiding something from you. You need to figure it out." Yoko says.

"You think?" Yoko nods excitedly. "How though?" I ask, knowing Wednesday is a tough bean.

"Maybe try and use affection towards her?" Yoko guffaws. I punch her in the arm.

"Yoko! What the fuck!?"

Yoko continues to laugh as she tries to talk.
"Kidding. You have to think though. After all, you are her roomie."

I nod and thank Yoko and let her return to Divina. I actually decided to take her advice into action.

Maybe affection can be the trick...

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Wednesday's POV:

I hear a knock at the door as I put my writing on pause. I open the door to find Enid. I raise an eyebrow, questioning why she's knocking.

She doesn't answer, but simply walks past me. I close the door as she walks in. I turn around to the wolf, she stands there.

Suddenly, Enid pushes me up against the door and pins me there. "What the hell?" I say as I try to break free of the grasp. Werewolves are too strong so it's pointless.

"What are you hiding from me, Addams?" She spits in my face.

I take in her actions and her words. I think I like this.

Before I know it, a small smirk appears on my face. Enid notices and drops some of the pressure off me.

I think... No more secrets.

I put my hand under Enid's chin and I pull her towards me. I press my lips firmly to hers. After a moment, we break apart, Enid's face is red all over.

My eyes drift downward as I say it. "I think I like you, Sinclair." My eyes come back up to meet her pretty, blue ocean eyes.

She stammers for a second and clears her throat. "I think I like you too, Addams."

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