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After 3-4 months.
Nevermore academy was quiet for the moment.
After Enid defeated Tyler and Tyler was taken away by his father, and Wednesday killed Crackstone, everyone was back at school. The school was surprisingly quiet at the moment, and Wednesday was taken aback.
"Wdnesday, we need to go to botanical sciences." said Enid, bouncing around, much happier than she had been months ago after she had turned into a wolf.
She was finally freed from her mother's constant lamentation and from going to the wolf camp.
"Why are you waiting for me? You can go yourself." ' Wednesday grumbled as she left the dressing room.
She rolled her eyes but adjusted her bag on her shoulder. "Come on." she said, prolonging her end.
Wednesday looked at Thing on the table. "You know what to do, right?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Well, he wiggled his fingers as if he understood. His owner would do the job Wednesday had given him. He jumped off the table and left the room.
"What kind of task did you give him?" Enid asked in surprise.
She gathered herself and turned to Enid. "It's not important." she said, put her black bag on her back and left the room.
Enid ran after her. "Look, Wed." she said, shortening her name, and she'd been doing this for about a month. "It's been quiet for a few months, and please don't do anything to disturb."
She rolled her eyes, but began to descend the stairs. "I'm not doing anything to anyone and I'm not making a mess."
"I can't believe it." she said sarcastically.
A very thin smile formed on her lips. "I'm serious Enid." she said, and her smile widened without showing her.
"How's the Principal Larissa Weems?" she asked, changing the subject.
Larissa Weems had barely survived and was still recovering months later.
Together they went out into the garden and started walking towards the botanical place. "I saw it yesterday, it looked very good."
"Months ago it was so scary." she said, startled visibly. "I hope we don't experience it again."
Wednesday didn't agree with her, but still didn't say anything.
When they entered the classroom, she sat down in an empty seat and took her bag on her lap. Instead of sitting next to her friend, Enid sat at the table behind her.
Just then, Xavier entered the classroom and smiled involuntarily when he saw Wednesday. He walked quickly so that no one would grab it and sat next to her. "Good morning." he said calmly.
She turned her eyes to him and deep inside she felt her heart flutter. Of course, she ignored that and kept her face straight. "Good morning."
"Will you come with me to the archery club today?"
She thought for a moment, she didn't have much to do today but lessons. Of course not counting the evening. "I'll come if I have time."
Hoping it was her time, he nodded and began pulling out his books.
She felt relieved for a moment. Because she had some business with him. "I'll come to your room tonight."
His chin almost touched the ground! What was Wednesday talking about? Would she come to his room?
"What?" he asked in surprise.
She grumbled inwardly when she realized what he had said and understood. "Get your mind out of that swamp. I'm just going to ask you one thing today."
Her cheeks began to turn red as he realized he had misunderstood him. "Can't you ask now?"
When she didn't answer, she took the bow and arrow and placed them. She drew the bow, fired the arrow, and hit the target right in the middle. She lowered the bow and turned to him. "No." she said and let go of the bow and began to walk away.
He was gawking after her. He blinked and instantly recovered himself. "What time will you come?"
She stood still and thought for a while. "I'll be in your room at 11 p.m. and it would be great if you kicked your roommate out by then."
He widened his eyes a little. "Wednesday will be too late, you will be caught."
As if she had insulted her, she immediately turned and looked at him. She raised one eyebrow and asked, "Really? I see that as an insult, Xavier." she said.
He lifted his hand and brushed the hair that was in front of him. He thought that she was insulting her strange abilities. "Okay, I'll be waiting at 11 p.m."
Although she was relieved inside, she didn't show it on the outside and started walking towards the school. She also knew that he was watching her.
She had a plan for tonight.
It wasn't a bad thing, but it took some time for her to accept that and muster up her courage.
Being Wednesday Addams didn't mean accepting things quickly and moving on.
She knew how she looked to people from the outside. She seemed cold, ruthless, secretive, loving no one. And most of it was true, but she had feelings too, although no one could see it.
"Wednesday!"
She stopped and looked back at Eugene, who was running towards her. "Don't run, you're still getting better after months."
When he came before her, he bent down and put his hands on his knees and gasped. "Are you coming to the club today?" ' he asked, straightening himself up.
Normally she would go to him and her bees, but she didn't want to go because she was waiting for the evening. Because no matter how ready she thought she was, she would need to gather a little more courage.
"No, I have some work today."
He made a strange face. "Is it a dangerous job?"
She frowned and pursed her lips in anger. "Why does everything I do seem like danger?"
He looked at her in surprise. "Was that a serious question?"
"Yes!" she said seriously.
He blinked quickly and adjusted his glasses. "Wednesday, considering what we went through months ago, don't you think my question is normal?"
She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. She couldn't be mad at him because he was right and she knew it!
"Go back to work, Eugene." she said and turned around and started walking to school.
"And will you come tomorrow?" he asked, shouting softly.
"I'll come if I have time." she said and finally entered the school.
Why was her actions perceived as danger?
Or rather, why was she questioning it?
After all, they were right, everything she did was dangerous, and she enjoyed it most of the time.
Sorry, she was still enjoying it.
She slowly climbed the stairs and entered her room. She put her bag on the table and went to the dressing room. She took off her uniforms and put on her usual clothes. She put on her black, loose-fitting cardigan and returned to her desk.
Normally she would write her book in the evening, but since she had evening work, she had decided to write it now. She prepared her typewriter and began to write her book.
She was distracted by Enid, who walked in 5 minutes later. She looked at her for a moment and went back to her work.
"Wednesday, what are you doing here in this beautiful weather?" she put her bag on the bed and went to the dressing room.
"I'm writing my book." she said, her eyes wandering over the keys of her typewriter.
"At this hour?" she asked in surprise, pulling off a colorful sweater and skirt. "You normally do this in the evening."
"I have work tonight."
Curious of course, she returned to the room with her clothes in her hands. "I'm afraid to ask, but what are you going to do?"
"Nevermind." she said, frowning, not wanting to tell her because she knew she was going to ask a lot of questions.
"Please don't do anything that would endanger your life." she said gently.
Her typing hands stopped at her gentle voice. Taking a slow deep breath, she turned her head and looked at Enid, who was looking at her with concern. "I swear I won't do anything bad." she said in her gentle voice.
She sighed in relief and nodded, then smiled again and jumped slightly. "The weather is beautiful, shall we go outside?"
"I have to finish this." she said and went back to work.
She sighed and went back to the dressing room. "At least don't write bloody stuff in your book!"
She grinned like a devil and her eyes sparkled. "I just wrote the scene where someone's head is cut off."
"Ah!" she said with a grimace and making a fake vomit sound. "You're disgusting!"
"I know." she said as she continued to write. "Can you please get ready quickly and go down to the garden? I'm trying to write a torture scene here."
"Wait 5 minutes!" she said immediately, taking off her jerseys and putting on her colorful clothes. "I don't read most of what you write, but it's scary that you even write it in front of me."
"That's why I told you to go quickly."
She literally stuffed her jersey into the closet and ran back into the room. "I'm leaving, but watch yourself and what you write."
"Ok." she said in a bored voice.
Enid ran out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
Wednesday smiled again, but this time it was a normal, gentle smile. In fact, she wasn't writing a decapitation scene or a torture scene, she was writing a normal scene right now, but she had told a little lie to be alone.
She saw Thing coming through the door and pattering on the table. "Is it all right? Has he gone to his room?" she said.
Thing nodded approvingly.
Her smile grew and she went back to writing. "You will stay here tonight."
He waved his hand in disapproval. He made signs to mean 'I will come too'.
"No Thing, I said there is no danger and you will stay here." she said sternly.
He made a docile gesture and stepped to the side and stopped.
Evening 11 p.m.
Xavier was walking around his room with his hands in his pockets. He had fired his roommate for tonight and had been pacing the room in a frenzy for almost 2 hours.
Wednesday would be in her room soon! Okay, she knew he wasn't going to do anything obscene, but him mind kept wandering in this swamp.
That's when he heard the doorbell ring.
His heart started beating fast for a moment. His hands and feet were trembling and his palms were sweaty. He walked quickly to the door and opened it.
He lowered his head and looked at her. She had her hands folded in front of her, looking straight but normal. "Hello." he said, secretly glad that him voice was calm.
"Hello." she said quietly.
He opened the door even more and stepped back. "Come in."
She slowly walked in, and instantly her eyes began to scan the room. "Is your friend here?"
"You asked me to send him, and I sent him." He closed the door, put his hands in his pockets, and walked over to Wednesday. "Why did you come at this hour, Wednesday?"
She slowly turned around and looked up at the tall boy. She swallowed hard and began to prepare herself. "Can I ask you something?"
He frowned slightly, but shook his head. "Subject to."
"Can you draw me?" she asked quietly.
Xavier expected everything from her, but not this. She had asked, 'Can you draw me,' and it was astonishing.
Wednesday Addams asked him to draw?
"What?" he asked in surprise.
She took a very slow, deep breath and let it out just as slowly. "Can you draw me?" she asked again.
"Do you want me to draw you?"
She frowned and looked at the tall boy. "Are your ears deaf?"
He quickly collected himself and cleared his throat. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting that."
In fact, it was only natural for him to be surprised. She slowly unzipped her baggy black cardigan and laid it on the bed. She reached for the ends of the sweater she was wearing.
Xavier's eyes widened and he quickly took his hands out of his pockets and stopped her by holding her hands. "What are you doing?" he asked in surprise.
She glared at the horrified Xavier. "You're going to draw me."
"Am I going to draw nude?!" he asked, almost shouting from shock and anxiety.
At that moment she realized that she hadn't told him what to draw. "Take your hands off and I'll show you what to draw." she whispered said.
He hesitated for a moment, but slowly pulled his hands away and stood up. "Show." he said quietly.
She swallowed hard and quickly took off her sweater over her head before giving up on her decision. She stood half-naked in front of him as she laid her sweater on the bed.
The top was just a black bra.
Xavier felt his breath catch in his throat when he saw her half-naked body. The girl he had loved for months now stood half-naked in front of him.
Her skin was as pale as her face, her breasts overflowing from her black bra were full.
"Wednesday-"
"Hush," she whispered quickly, then made up her mind and turned him back on her. "I want you to draw this."
This time his eyes were wide open, he had forgotten that he knew how to breathe!
Wednesday had a claw mark on her back that ran from her right shoulder to her left hip. "Wednesday, what happened?" he asked frightened, instinctively extending his hand, then immediately withdrew it, thinking she would be offended.
She lowered him head and closed her eyes, knowing that she did not see. "Her claw hit my back while I was fighting Tyler."
"Why hasn't he fully recovered?" he asked anxiously, his eyes wide at the scar on her back.
"The doctors did their best, but they said it would leave a scar." she said quietly.
He took his hand from his face, rubbed it, and took a shaky breath. "You want me to draw your scar?"
She nodded slowly, hoping he would see. "Yes, I want you to draw me with my scar."
He didn't want to upset her by behaving this way anymore. He gathered himself and turned around and took the drawing materials from his desk. "Okay, I can draw."
She opened her eyes, turned her head, then her body and looked at him. "Are you really going to draw?"
"Yes." he said calmly, but deep inside he felt like her chest was gnawing.
"Okay," she said uncertainly, then looked around slowly. "Where should I sit?"
"Sit on the edge of my bed if you don't mind." he said and walked over to him bed. "I'll sit on the other side." He sat on the bed and leaned his back against the headboard.
"Bend your head." she said quietly.
Although he did not understand why, he lowered his head and stopped looking at her. He forced himself to pack his things.
Wednesday turned and reached over her back, controlling him. She reached for the hook of her black bra and pulled it out of her arms, as soon as she took it off she covered her breasts with her hands and threw it on the bed.
His eyes widened as he instinctively stared at the bed. He instantly raised him head and looked at her body, which he had covered with him hands. "Wednesday, what are you doing?" he asked in horror.
"Draw me like this." She sat on the bed and slowly turned her back, still holding her breasts with her hands. "How should I sit?"
Trying to ignore the growing erection below him, Xavier took a deep breath. He cleared his throat and let go of his drawing board and approached her. "Your back is towards me, legs cross-legged in front of you, head towards your shoulder."
She arranged her legs cross-legged, turned her head slowly towards her right shoulder and looked at him. "Is that?"
He stared for a while, but realized that something was wrong. "Can I show by touch?" asked. When Wednesday shook him head, he stretched out her hands and placed them on him shoulders, straightening them, even turning him head a little more to give her a more natural look. "It was more natural."
He stepped back and took his place, picking up his drawing board and pen. He drew his knees slightly to his chest and placed the painting on top of it. He scrutinized the naked girl's back with his eyes and turned the painting, ignoring the whining beneath him.
And he started to sketch first.
"How does it feel to have the scar on your body?" he asked quietly, actually trying to open a conversation and soften the tense atmosphere.
All she did was blink her eyes. "It was a little weird at first, but then I got used to it."
"Who knows this?"
"Doctors, you and Enid because we're in the same room." she said calmly.
"Your family?" he asked as he continued to sketch.
"They don't know."
Confused, he looked at her and then went back to his work. "Why didn't you tell your family?"
"I didn't want to deal with them." said it openly. "If they see my scar, they say 'raspberry pie,' and they turn everything upside down."
He chuckled involuntarily, is it really raspberry pie? But then his face fell a little. "At least you have a family that takes care of you."
Although she tried to look at him out of the corner of her eye, she was getting on him nerves because she couldn't see it properly. "I didn't mean it that way."
"I know." he said and sketched it for the last time. "I finished the sketch, now I'm starting to draw."
She nodded softly and listened to the sound of her pencil hitting the paper. "How long exactly does the drawing take?"
"It will take a while for me to draw in detail." he said and looked up at her. "Why? Are you cold?"
Normally she was never cold, after all, she had slept in a cold place like a morgue and the coolness was perfect. But now she was standing half-naked in front of Xavier, involuntarily getting goosebumps. "I'm a little cold."
He put the drawing aside and got up from the bed and went to the other room. He quickly returned to the room with the small heater in his hand and sat on the bed. "Normally I'd be a gentleman and cover you up, but I have to draw you. That's why I brought you a heater." He put it on the bed and unbuttoned it and turned it towards her.
"Thank you." she whispered.
"You're welcome." He sat back down on the bed, picked up the materials, and continued drawing. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and asked the question on his mind. "Why do you want me to draw you with your scar?"
She sighed softly and tried to ignore the heat coming up against her back. "Because I want to look at the picture and remember that I'm still alive."
It was a strange thought, but he wasn't surprised, because she was Wednesday Addams...
"I've learned not to question your thoughts." he said sarcastically.
She smiled lightly and shrugged her shoulders without changing her posture too much. "Wise move, Xavier Thorpe."
As the conversation went on like this, 10 minutes had passed. His erection was already gone as Xavier focused on his drawing, but the same wasn't true for Wednesday.
Standing still has never been a problem for Wednesday Addams. But she could feel the steep ends of her breasts, which she had covered with her arms, on her arm, and she could even feel a small ache in her femininity, and it was a little frustrating.
She tried to get this feeling out of her mind and body, but she couldn't because she was half-naked in front of a young man.
Even her hairs stood on end.
"Is there more?" she asked after a while.
His lower lip went between his teeth in concentration. "Had very little." he said, and carefully made a few more pen movements. Finally, he moved the painting away a little and studied the painting. "Finished."
She instantly turned her head a little more and looked at him. "Can I move?"
"Yes."
She tried to forcefully crawl on the bed as she barely moved her numb legs while her hands covered her breasts. She didn't think it would be this hard. "Damn it."
Realizing this, Xavier immediately dropped the painting and reached towards her. He gently grabbed her arms, pulled her towards him and pulled her hands away as he stood before her. He broke eye contact, took the painting and handed her to him. "To look."
She removed one hand from her chest and took the painting in her hand and began to examine it. She felt involuntarily short of breath. She looked at her pencil drawing; her back was turned, her head turned towards her shoulder, her braided hair was half drawn, all the details of the scar stretching from her right shoulder to her left hip.
No lie, it was perfect.
"Do you like it?" he asked softly, looking at the girl standing beside him, her legs brushing against his.
"You draw very well." she muttered.
"It's not about my drawing skills, Wednesday. I just drew whatever was in front of me." he said, muttering.
She looked at him with a slight gasp and expression of shock. Then a small smile involuntarily formed on her face, making it Xavier's favorite image.
Xavier swallowed and moved slowly, getting behind her. Not wanting to disturb her, he put him trembling hands on her waist like a ghost.
Shocked, Wednesday stood there not knowing what to do. Her heart was beating fast, the hand holding the picture trembled. "What are you doing?" she asked, finally finding her voice.
When he found the courage, he put his hands on her waist tightly. The skin under his hands was at normal temperature, but it was as if they were both on fire. "I just want to show you how beautiful you are, Wednesday." he muttered.
Then he slowly bent down and pressed his lips to the scar on the young girl's shoulder. They both closed their eyes at the same time, gasping, their hearts beating fast as if they had run a long way.
"You're beautiful, Wednesday, with or without scars." he said quietly, his hot breath brushing her shoulder.
She swallowed hard and took her lower lip between her teeth. She was having a little trouble understanding what was going on. "Really?" she asked quietly.
Moving his hands, he started to caress her waist softly. "Really..."
She opened her eyes and slowly turned her head back, their eyes meeting as Xavier looked up. There was very little distance between their faces, and each time they took a breath, their breaths touched each other's faces.
"You're so beautiful," he muttered again. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life..."
Wednesday Addams was a very cold girl and everyone knew it. But now her heart was fluttering like a normal teenage girl and she had a small smile on her face.
Just as she was about to say something, a knock on the door brought them both to their senses.
They quickly parted and returned to the door as if caught. They realized that the door did not open, only knocked.
"Xavier, aren't you finished yet?" his roommate asked sarcastically from the outside.
"Wait 5 minutes!" said Xavier instantly.
After a moment's glance between the two of them, Wednesday quickly got out of bed, grabbed her bra, turned around, and quickly got dressed. She quickly got fully dressed after doing it with her hook.
"Hold him a little bit." she said as she took the paper from the painting, quickly went to the other room and hid against the wall.
Xavier quickly looked around and seeing nothing wrong, he went to the door and opened it. He frowned when he saw his friend in front of him.
Seeing this state of him, the black short-haired boy laughed. "Did I interrupt something?" he asked sarcastically.
"No." he said, pulling him in.
"So, where is the pretty young girl?" ' he asked, looking around.
He grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into the other room. "There is no one in the room." he said, and glanced out of the corner of his eye into the other room.
Wednesday looked around, saw that it was empty, quickly and quietly crossed the room went out. She quickly began to descend the stairs, careful not to make a sound.
No lie, it was a tense moment.
She sneaked around the school, trying not to crumple the paper. She looked around to see if anyone was in the dark and cold corridors.
When she got to the stairs, she ran all the way to the top floor. By the time she got to the front of the room, she was out of breath. She didn't know if Enid was asleep, so she quietly opened the door and stepped inside.
She was relieved when she saw Enid asleep. Now she didn't want to explain to her. Ignoring Thing, she went to her bed and laid the picture on the bed with her back turned. She took off her shoes and black cardigan and opened the quilt and went inside. She took the picture and began to examine it as she laid her head on the pillow.
The picture was beautiful.
Xavier was a really beautiful artist.
She had stood next to him half-naked and was very impressed by it.
And she had seen his half-inflated erection as well but said nothing and ignored it.
There was very little distance between them at the last moment. They were close to kissing, and she wondered what would have happened if the door hadn't knocked.
Also, she could still feel his hands on her waist. An excellent feeling...
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a rustle. She turned her head and looked at Enid, who was moving in her bed. She immediately put the picture under her other pillow and spread out comfortably on her bed.
She fell asleep, seeing Xavier in both her thoughts and dreams.
Unaware of Enid, who has been watching her since she entered the room...