Enid's POV
Truth be told, Enid knew she may come off as unintelligent and dense, but she was anything but. She was however so tired of everyone thinking otherwise. She wasn't oblivious to their snickering remarks or flat-out rude tweets. She knew their assumptions. She had had years and years of it. Starting from the day she was born with her own mother and pack. Though not all of them, she thought fondly remembering back to her amazing grandmother in her pup years. Hearing her time and time again tell her ever so gently that she "wasn't for the weak-hearted" and due to that, she would need to grow a backbone instead of waiting for people to accept her. How if she didn't she'd die waiting. And now, all these years later, she knew her grandmother hadn't only meant that about her demanding alpha mother, but about the whole damn world to come after. It was not an accepting place. Yet, even now as Enid sits here remembering the fond memories in Nevermore Academy of all places, she still fumes at all of their uneducated inferences.
"Enid, you must be stupid if you think she cares about you. Wednesday is just looking out for herself, always will be." A siren had blatantly stated earlier in the day looking down at her nails uninterested. Completely oblivious to the wolf's internal rage.
"I'm not stupid." She had growled through a strained scowl, attempting and failing to contain her growing frustration with the idiot. One who knew absolutely nothing about the Addams girl.
No one does, not even myself. She remembered thinking.
Ugh, that damn thought. It had plagued her, driven her absolutely mad because truly she wanted nothing more than to open the raven girl up like a book and read every single line, word, and syllable. To crack the hard-shelled exterior and learn, consume everything that made her her. To adore and admire her as no other had before. Wednesday was an enigma that Enid was just dying to learn more about. And she would gladly die trying. Which unfortunately was more likely to happen because even though it had been Enid's sole and only mission since that first day, Wednesday would never allow it.
Whenever Enid had thought she had miraculously tapped in and gotten the slightest peak at the true persona of the shorter girl, she'd immediately slam the doors shut, shoving Enid out with them. Only to offer her nothing other than a quick, muffled response and an immediate turn on her heels. She'd then either stride to her desk or out the door never to speak again. Disregarding any and all attempts of hers to desperately pry. Or when Enid had finally realized that they were starting to hang out more, how Wednesday seemed to gravitate towards her both within their shared room's dark walls and out, Wednesday seemed to too. Immediately, gassing her out and even avoiding her. Enid wasn't stupid enough to not see it or ignore it, no matter how much she dreamed of being able to. Ignorance truly was bliss. She'd painfully watch as the goth would spot her in the quad or bathroom or hallway and nearly instantly turn to practically run away to the nearest exit as if she was on fire. Even slamming into a pack of "imbeciles" once in her hurry. She would sleeplessly stir in the night, awakening just in time to watch as the long midnight locks would disappear through their door at ungodly hours of the morning and night alike. Perfectly slipping away between the cracks before Enid could even mumble a goodbye. Breaking her more and more every time.
At first, she had allowed it to happen, respecting that Wednesday had needed some space after the incident. Regardless of her worry, she remained understanding. Knowing just how much the other girl had hated any and all attention, let alone paired with people and commotion. But it had been over two weeks and not a single chance had presented, not even for a passing word. It was tearing at her insides, gnawing away at her heartstrings day by day, hour by hour. Reminding her with each passing minute that her mysterious raven was slipping away, through her fingers like water, never truly meant for her own grasp. But she couldn't live with the thought of never having known, never having truly meant Wednesday's soul, one that was so undeniably calling out to hers.
So, she pouted and mopped, eventually falling into her mind. What if it was her? What if she had overstepped that day? Did Wednesday include her in the horrid people and commotion? No, no. She had looked at her so kindly, so openly until that blasted door slammed open. Or had she? Did Enid imagine it all? See what she wanted to see?
"Earth to Enid?" Yoko unenthusiastically muttered, yanking Enid from her drowning thoughts to the present day, which dismally was botany class.
"Hmm." She awkwardly answered, clearing her throat and sitting up. Forcefully removing her eyes from their burning position on the dark uniform a few tables ahead, seated aside Xavier of all people. Though her blue orbs regrettably moved to make the mistake of glancing up into Yoko's shaded pair where her dismay was on full display.
Fucking Xavier. She huffed internally, feeling her eyes inevitably floating back towards his table, hating just how closely he always hung around her roommate. Truthfully, his motives were blatantly obvious, so much so that she couldn't believe Wednesday didn't see them. Or maybe she did? Though there was one thing Enid was positively sure of. He doesn't deserve her.
"I had asked if you wanted to go to the Weathervane with us later, but someone was off in la la la land. Or should we call it Addams land?" Yoko pressed pulling her panicked eyes to literally anywhere other than her shades as her upturned smile told Enid she knew exactly what she was doing. Her fangs flashed in victory.
Deflating, she weekly offered a "First, it's la la land. And second, I was not -"
"Why don't you just talk to her, 'nid?" Yoko cut her off, lowering her tone and placing a light reassuring touch on her shoulder.
"She deserves her space." She declared sitting up straight and locking her eyes forward, signaling the end of the conversation as she attempted, but failed to hear what the teacher was droning on about. To be fair, she hadn't heard a single thing Ms. Thornhill had said all period. A sigh of defeat escaped from the vampire's lips beside her signaling her compliance as Enid's eyes and mind started to wander. Ever so slowly being pulled to the same dark-haired enigma perched only a few feet ahead like her life depended on it.
She longing observed as Wednesday's head turned aside, darkened eyes glancing up as they searched over the boy's face next to her. Unmistakably softening as they slowly took him in, painfully drifting over every inch of his face as he lopsidedly grinned down at her. She felt her hands clenching as she took in the nauseating scene making the red ink-filled editing pen buckle within her grasp buckle, it's plastic creaking out warningly. But she could care less even as her claws threatened to slip free. How could she stomach being that close to him? She fumed as she felt Yoko's eyes on her, boring into her in an attempt to coax her attention elsewhere. To calm her. But Enid had fallen in too deep, forced to watch on as Xavier's muscles twitched, rippling to move as his hand glided up into the small shared space between them behind the all too-small lab table. The air around the room instantaneously thickened, crackling out with electricity and sucking every molecule of oxygen right from her lungs. Enid felt like she could quite literally implode, spontaneously combust in pure rage. Her heart pounded as she watched on completely unaware of the low grumbling escaping from her throat. What the hell is he doing?
"Enid?" Yoko muttered, her voice laced with concern as she attempted to bend her head down into view, desperately trying to pull her attention away.
But just as she almost succeeded in pulling Enid back to her, his hand reached its destination. Ever so slowly casting an astray midnight strand aside, his fingertips ever so slightly grazing the pale cheeks Enid ever so deeply committed to memory in the shadows of the night on their balcony.
Snap.
The pen deafeningly sounded out giving underneath her unforgiving grip and splattering red ink everywhere, snapping her patience along with it as a deep growl huffed out. Her hands slammed down, the pen hitting the tabletop with a harsh sound as she stood abruptly, her chair loudly screeching across the old wood floors successfully pulling the whole lab into complete silence as her breath ragged out. She felt as her claws effortlessly extended, slicing through the air as she stormed ahead uncaring of the crazed looks thrown her way, of the eyes bearing into the back of her head. With a single growled "bathroom" Thornhill's way, she nodded in understanding, registering the newly present claws before the wolf had even reached the front of the class. Silently allowing the werewolf to pile through the door and barrel out into the thankfully empty hallway outside. Her growls puffed out with urgency, growing with each step as she stormed through the school.
Who the hell does he think he is?! Acting like that, with that stupid grin! Does he think that even actually works?
Revolting. She spat.
And touching her like that knowing damn well she doesn't like it! Or does she?
Or does she?
This halted her thoughts tearing a rumbling from deep within as she pushed through the aged wooden door of their shared room. Yet again thankful for the supernatural-proof materials the school had invested in as it plowed into the wall behind, thundering out into the silent room and startling Thing.
Of course, he's here. She moaned internally feeling her anger already starting to dissipate at his mere presence as raging hot tears stung her eyes, begging to be set free. She hated that he was here. Yet, couldn't at the same time because she truly just wished to cry to him. She hated that he had this effect on her, that he made her feel at home. Made her feel safe.
Crashing face-first onto her bed she tried to ignore his scurries and persistent presence, knowing she could never tell him what was wrong no matter how much she desired to. And oh boy did she. He was amazing at soothing her, always helping her figure things out, and never once passing judgment. But not with this.
Failing to contain herself miserably, she felt as the sobs wrecked through her, shaking her to the core. Her heartstrings snapping one by one as the sight of Xavier's hand wisping away Wednesday's hair replayed over and over relentlessly in her head. Torturing her with the new details. She hadn't even moved away from his touch. The tears streamed on completely soaking her pillowcase and pillow alike. She'd most definitely have to wash them after. She thought as she clung to herself careful to not slice through anything with her still protruding claws. Thing had thankfully noticed, not daring to jump on the bed in fear of an accident. Instead choosing to continuously sign and tap aggravatedly on the ground to try and pull her from her sorrows to no avail.
"Enid, if you think I am going to miss out on witnessing you transform for the first time you are sorely forsaken." Boomed out as Wednesday surged through the wide open door, slamming it shut behind her as she whipped around, her footsteps immediately halting in their tracks as she took in the scene. Enid completely panicked, still silently and very visibly shaking uncontrollably as she held in her sobs. Her rainbow claws extended deep into her bed unknowingly as Thing froze in place alike.
God, what had she done to deserve this torture? Enid cried out internally. Does the moon hate her? She listened as the other girl's footsteps echoed out, signaling her advancement until they stopped just off to the right of her.
"I'm not changing. Now go away." She forced out burying her face deeper, trying pathetically to hold everything in. Wednesday shouldn't see her like this.
"I will do no such thing, mutt. Now tell me why you lied to Thornhill about your whereabouts if you're not changing."
"Ughhhh" She huffed into her pillow, hating Wednesday's stubbornness now more than ever. It was one of her worst and best qualities.
"It's none of your business, Wednesday." She answered her tone clipped.
The raven scoffed, "Since when are you not my business, Enid?"
"Since always Wednesday!" She snapped ripping her claws clean through her mattress as she swung around to stare daggers into the shorter girl. She'd deal with the mess later. "I'm not your property!"
She watched as the words hit the girl standing just feet away from the torn bedside, making her gaze harden as she reared up for a counterargument. Her lips parted but Enid was done. She has had enough of the bullshit going on in her head and out. She was exhausted and spent. And maybe they were all right, maybe Wednesday didn't care about her after all. She was just her roommate and nothing else. She was normie-loving and Xavier flirting Wednesday Addams. It was time to accept that.
"Listen, I don't -" Wednesday started, never to finish.
"You know what?" Enid chuckled, cutting her off and flinging herself off the bed, whipping around to tower over the girl. "I can't do this! Have a good one, Wednesday." She growled out storming out of the bedroom absolutely fuming.
This is for the best. She reminded herself as she forced on into the quad, her vision clouding with tears as she felt the last remaining of her heartstrings shatter like the rest. She wasn't built for this.