Wenclair

~68~

Yoko's POV:

I have grown more and more suspicious of my girlfriend. She seems to become more distant with me and whenever we are talking, she just seems to be extremely nervous.

Like she's hiding something. Such as her other partner.

Recently, my mind has finally been cleared as I told myself to just spy on her. What could go wrong?

I would find out if she was cheating on me or not. And for the past couple of days, I think she is.

I stuff my face into a book as I stand far behind Layla in the library. Jason is seated next to her as they wave goodbye. This is my chance. I throw the book back onto the shelf as I sneak around the bookshelf.

I watch as Layla leaves the room and I dart over to the doors. I hide behind the wall as I peer out. I follow Layla upstairs, staying as close as possible, out of sight.

She turns down a hallway and I am right on her tail. Wait, I've never been down this hallway before...

This is a different girl's dorm hallway.

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Wednesday's POV:

"I can't sleep," Enid whines in my arms.

I roll my eyes and sigh. "You haven't even been in bed for 10 minutes," I say.

She sits up and leans on her arm, looking at me. "I wanna do something." She says.

I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head slightly. "Like what?" I ask.

Enid hums as she touches her fingers to her chin and stares up at the ceiling in attempt to summon an idea.

A smirk grows on her face as she slowly looks back down at me. Not that.

"No, no, no. We are not doing that-" She cuts me off but touching a finger to my lips.

Her hand is warm. Just how I like it. I move my hand to remove hers from my lips. I hold it, the warmth flooding through my body.

"Not that." Enid chuckles. "We should go down and sneak into the kitchen to make cookies!" She exclaims with a wide smile on her face.

I grin. Her smile makes her look so cute. "Fine." I roll my eyes as I throw the blankets off of me.

I stand as I feel a heavy weight on my back. I almost stumble but I regain my balance.

"Enid," I say, sternly.

"No, carry me." She says, wrapping her arms in front of my neck.

I find her legs and I grab them with my hands. "I love piggyback rides," Enid mumbles into my shoulder as I walk out of the room.

I shake my head as I look down the hallway. No one is out. No one should be out. It's late at night. I turn down the hallway and walk downstairs.

"Damn, you're strong," Enid says.

Luckily, she can't see my face to notice the blush that takes over it. We soon approach the kitchen as I walk in and drop the wolf.