ENID'S POV

"Speak of the devil." Ajax's roommate muttered somewhere off to her left, his every word barging into her ears with a hiss she wished she could drown out.

Makes sense that they're gorgons. She snickered internally.

She honestly couldn't understand why everyone hated Wednesday, she was an Addams after all. And they all knew what that meant, they had literally learned about her family in grade school. So, when Wednesday encompassed exactly that she didn't get their shock. Like yeah maybe her roommate was creepily obsessed with all things dead or dying and yeah maybe, just maybe, Enid had been absolutely terrified that she'd wake up to be brutally murdered or worse. But isn't that what being an Addams entailed? And Wednesday had never done anything like that, not to her, not to any of them. She had actually been doing the exact opposite since the beginning, well almost. It was like everyone, but herself refused to see the fact that she was risking everything, even death to try and find the monster. To save them, the exact people who ridiculed and despised her for being her. You'd think that in a school made for outcasts that no one would be one, but sadly they had chosen the most misunderstood and intriguing one of them all to cast away.

Adjusting uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes immediately tracked down who their world unjustly saw as their devil. The perfect braids cascaded down her back hugging her dark jacket like Enid longed to. Though she'd never admit it aloud.

Besides, hugging wasn't their thing, right? She told herself internally trying to not take it personally.

After all, she'd never seen the gothic wonder hug anyone to be fair. Though, she'd seen a fair amount of contact between the raven girl and Xavier or the idiot normie, just never anything physical. Her face fell involuntarily at the thought of the curly-haired bonehead who'd wiggled his way into her roommate's life getting to hug her. Enid was no asshole. No, she believed in equal rights for all and that everyone deserved to be respected until shown otherwise, including normies. She absolutely loved humans, especially Ms. Thornhill.

Actually, finding herself unable to turn at a young age she had slowly fallen to the runt of the pack. Each older pack member slowly grew to snicker insults her way instead of a simple hello. The elders had no respect for those who were not fully lycan. This eventually transpired into none of the wolves her age wanting to be her friend for fear of the same treatment. And honestly, she couldn't blame them, it sucked. So cautiously she found herself drawn in by the town's local adolescent normies instead. And oh how she loved them. And how they loved her in return. How they loved her blonde locks and could care less if she had changed or not. How they were loving, caring, and accepting; everything her pack was not. She adored that they all could chat and giggle while doing each other's nails, just enjoying each other's presence. Not a single insult or bad word was ever thrown her or anyone else's way. But Tyler was different, he wasn't like any of them. He was like the rotten elders of his and her species. He didn't care about them, the outcasts. He openly mocked, bullied, and hated them just last year with his gang of friends. And he most definitely did not care about helping Wednesday solve her mystery of the monster. Not like Wednesday did.

She saw the way he gazed after her, his eyes full to the brim of infatuation. She knew why he kept popping up everywhere he possibly could and just why he offered Wednesday any knowledge he had; no matter how useless it was. And she was not absentminded to the fact that he'd eagerly interject himself between Wednesday and her in any given situation. Or how he'd happily cut her off to talk over her the two times she'd been around him. She knew he was crushing on her roommate and it truly enraged her. He didn't deserve Wednesday.

Dragging her eyes back up, she watched as the Addam's form disappeared through one of the giant oak doors on the far side of the quad.

The place that should be named literally anything else, she thought, remembering dearly of Wednesday's opening remark.

She remembered wondering how she had never noticed it prior to the other girl's comment, though she would never disclose this to her. Wednesday already thought she was stupid enough, no reason to add any fuel to that fire. Huffing quietly she wondered if the dark-haired girl was returning to her midnight side of their bedroom, it was close to her writing time. Chuckling lightly she remembered when she absolutely demised the clacking of the typewriter's keys, but ever so slowly she had fallen to love them. To find comfort in them, in Wednesday's presence just writing away. She loved knowing that the smaller girl was safely tucked away by her side in their own little world. The safest place in the whole universe, doing what she loves most, or would it be hated? She giggled again at the strange sentiment.

"What's so funny?" Ajax inquired, squeezing her thigh lightly with his hand, slamming her back to reality.

A reality in which Ajax's clumsy hands were haphazardly slung across her body as if she was his, all while she was off in la la land. Is this what love is like? She wondered.

"Oh, nothing. Just thought of something Wednesday said earlier." She said hoping he wouldn't push her any further. She didn't want to talk about Wednesday with him.

"Why are you thinking of her? Wouldn't you rather be here with me?" He asked as his dark eyes meant hers sinking ever so slightly in hurt.
"What! Of course, I do!" She panicked looking him in the eye and pulling him closer by his hands. Trying to ignore the sweaty heat of his palms in her own, her head started racing a mile a minute. How does she comfort and reassure him? What do gorgons like?

"Okay, if you say so." He muttered, shrugging his shoulders and taking her words at face value. Flashing her a quick smile he squeezed her hands before dropping them and turning back to the argument his fellow stoners were having; was Morticia or Wednesday creepier?

Wow, it was that easy? She thought, shocked at how quickly Ajax had moved on. But why ask the question then? Does he think she would rather be around Wednesday?

She audibly chuckled at this, it was blasphemous. Wednesday enjoyed the silence of solitude. She verbally expressed how much better company she was to herself over Enid. And their time spent together was always filled with forced silence from Wednesday's side of the room or quippy Enid forced banter ending in Wednesday's intelligently placed insults. Even though she knew they were the Addam's endearments and secretly enjoyed every single one of them. Truth be told, Thing had helped her navigate Wednesday's weird ways and antics, not that it was that difficult. But it was nice, especially in the earlier days. They had spent the quickest hours of her life chatting away while perfecting each other's cuticle care and it was in the wee hours of the night that he had really opened up. As did she. Then the rest was history, they had become best friends. Together always keeping a close, but a careful eye on Weds. Weds, a nickname they had come up with on one peculiarly goofy night. Of course, one that they both had agreed later to never speak of in fear for their lives. But only they knew how perfect it was for the smaller raven girl. Regretfully so, not long after the epiphany, that night had been rewritten as one of her worst at Nevermore.

It was the first night Wednesday had returned reeking of him.