The truth is Wednesday could not fathom the ideology of the cliche high school drama and all that surrounded it. She despised those who ignorantly tossed away their adolescence under the veil of the "high school experience". They were imbeciles really. All talk with no action, no drive, no passion. She thought as she passed through the moronically named "quad" filled with the rat-racing population of Nevermore Academy. Each click chattering away about the newest turn of events, which just so happened to be about her. Though it was to no surprise given it was an explodingly good statue reveal and mind-gripping murder investigation. As she drifted by her eyes ran afloat pulling her eavesdropping ears with them to a certain table on the far side of the grassy area.
"Come on Enid, you're telling us she wasn't trying to kill people?" The stoner boy implored leaning deeply into Enid's space and lazily dropping his hand on her shoulder. "She literally put piranhas in her last school's swimming pool."
"With the whole water polo team in it, might I add." Another gorgon to the right chimed in, tugging Enid's pinkish lips downwards into a frown.
Wednesday watched on completely intoxicated by the werewolf's every move. Her frowning plush lips pulled at her insides as she watched the usually cheerful blue eyes drop in defeat. She couldn't turn away as her roommate shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her nimble fingers carelessly tugging at an astray loose thread in her skirt. Which was truly a very uncategorized action for the Sinclair girl who had literally cried at the tiniest microtear in her sleeping shirt a week or so ago. Watching the girl's slim fingers twist and turn the dark thread smoothly between themselves one at a time to then repeat comforted them both, pulling their wandering minds to a simpler place. A place away from the dramatics of their peers. But like all good things, it came to an end.
Wednesday overlooked as the boy's clammy hand drifted lower into view coming to rest on the blonde's skirted thigh while a second one quickly followed suit coming up to cup at Enid's blazered arm. She immediately froze on the spot as if trapped, forced to watch as the teen boy pulled Enid's attention back to him. Forced to endure the torture she once would have accepted lovingly as the light of her roommate's eyes undeniably returned as she softly returned his affections. The sight slammed into Wednesday's insides and plummeted her heart into her stomach with a painful oomph in despair. Leaving it pounding, a heaping mess struggling at attempted survival with less than likely rates. Ripping her eyes from the sight, she turned on her black heels and bolted for the closest door. She had better things to do.
Bursting into their shared bedroom Wednesday huffed out in annoyance as the color vomit hit her eyes. The eye sore reminding her of the shaded pink and blue hair of a certain blonde entangled in the gorgon's arms below.
How could she stand to be near that imbecile? She fumed knowing just how the boy had actually stoned himself on the night of their date and proceeded to ghost Enid instead of telling her the truth. Yet, for some reason, the she-wolf loyally returned to him. It infuriated her.
"He's so pathetic," She ranted aloud to the mostly empty dormitory. "Deeply immature, and absolutely clueless. A truly immaculate specimen to show why we need to reenact Darwinism." She finished, not feeling at all bitter.
What has happened to me? She thought for the first time in fear.
Just weeks ago she was unaffectedly moving through the disaster of a school. Bending wills and breaking souls of the unwilling while moving uncaringly through the growing pains of current life. She didn't do emotions, let alone the obnoxious ones related to forging connections. And she most definitely didn't do friends, hence Tyler's dejection and Xavier's annoyance.
So why? Why was this Sinclair so different? She was obnoxiously annoying and the literal bane of Wednesday's existence. Yet, she found herself endearing the wolf more and more with every passing moment. Felt as the irritation within grew and grew into a flame rumbling deep within telling her to march back down there and tear the stoner boy's arms clean off so that he may never lie them upon Enid's again. To protect her roommate from the idiot's advances and all future ones to come because the Sinclair girl deserved immensely better. Deadpanning, she frustratingly paced towards her desk and took a seat staring at the usually inviting typewriter too immersed in thought.
"Thing." She muttered as he scurried her way bowing slightly in sympathy. "What is happening to me?"
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