Wenclair

~9~

Xavier's POV:

My plan worked.

I peer around the corner to watch Wednesday storm out of her dorm. Her face is wet with tears. A malicious smirk is formed on my face. I wait for her to pass before I walk down Ophelia's hall to her dorm.

I hear quiet sniffles on the other side and knock. The door opens a crack and Enid's face can be seen. Her eyes are red and puffy and her face is also wet with tears.

"What?" She says rudely.

"I heard you crying, are you okay?" I say with sympathy.

Enid stares at me for a solid moment before shaking her head.

"Did you and Wednesday break up?" I ask. She shakes her head again.

"I don't know, she never said so."

Fuck. If that didn't break them up, I don't know what will.

"Alright well, I hope you feel better," I say as she nods and shuts the door.

That plan, blaming Enid of cheating on her lover, failed. What do I do now? How do I get Wednesday for myself?

I turn around to head back down the hall but Yoko, Bianca, and Divina are there. I look at them, waiting for them to move so I can walk. But they don't.

"Are you the one who started the rumor? About Enid cheating?" Yoko Tanaka asks.

"N-no," I say, hoping I don't give myself away.

"Let's go," Bianca says as they turn and walk down the hall.

I have no other choice but to follow them.

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Wednesday's POV:

I sit in the graveyard, my back to the tombstone of Garrett Gates. I'm writing in my notebook. An apology letter for Enid.

I think I overreacted. I have no clue why I listened to Xavier. I guess just the shock of hearing what I thought I'd never hear or that would never happen changed something in me.

I hope she's okay. I feel terrible. Not the good terrible. Bad terrible.

My pencil is drawn neatly on the paper. It had been hours since our fight. I filled a couple of pages with my words to my beloved. I notice the sun beginning to set, at least an hour until night falls.

I hold my notebook in my arms as I stand up. I put my arms through the straps of my bag. I trot over to the entrance of the graveyard to leave, but I feel a pain in my side as I fall over. I groan and clutch my side in pain. "Gah! Oh shit!" I yell out.

Was I stabbed? Shot? I can't move, it hurts too much. My vision blurs as my hand becomes warm and liquid covers it. Something happened, and I'm bleeding badly because of it.

I try to focus as I see a dark figure standing next to me. It's holding something in its hand.

I was stabbed.