A Duet of Woe | Wednesday Addams x OC

Chapter 3- A Tattoo's Gaze

It's been a week since Wednesday arrived, and I awake to Enid singing a pop song while getting ready.

"Tone it down or it'll be your screams I'm singing instead," Wednesday snaps with her low usual tone.

"I don't want to go to class," I yawn as I hop down from my bed. "I can't focus for shit."

"Too busy thinking of someone~?" Enid nudges me.

"No! Just tired," I say. But that's a complete lie and we both know it, given her smirk before she continues singing. I mean, how could I forget that night?

"A crush," Wednesday mutters. "What does it feel like? Having one I mean."

"Stressful," I groan, walking to the closet to find my one of many blue uniforms. "You can't stop thinking about them, and it makes you all giddy and happy when you talk about them I guess. At least a bit on the inside."

"I feel as if I may be... getting one of those as well," she says, a slight smirk spreads across her face as she looks away. "Someone who makes me a bit less dull in my solemn life."

My heart slightly drops learning that she may already have a crush. But hey, at least she's happier.

"Yeah, but I don't have one," I reply.

"She's in denial," Enid laughs.

"Am not! I would rather die than be in another relationship."

We continue our bickering as we get ready.

—-Wednesday POV—-

Romance should be the least of my worries in this new environment, but how come I can't shake this off. A crush? Stupid. I don't have such things.

But last night, I was barely able to sleep due to my thoughts of her. I'd be happy to say that it was me smothering her in her sleep, but it wasn't. Thoughts of her laughing, smiling, and just looking at me in the eyes blooded my once dark brain. I'm supposed to hate her. The occasional thoughts of her drenched in blood came along. But instead of feeling happy seeing such a thing, it was her looking down at me with that annoying smirk she presses, which I found myself growing red at the thought.

Today, I decide a different route instead of sitting with Xavier.

I sit my books beside Francis instead, looking over to see her fiddling in a journal. That's when I notice her hand. Accompanied with her her long pale fingers appear a tattoo running from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger.

"Decide to sit with me today, huh?" She snickers.

"Your tattoo. How come i've never noticed it before?" I ask, looking down at it. She looks at her hand, moving it to a more visible spot.

"You've never been this close to me. And this isn't the only one I have," she says, looking up at me. I meet her gaze with interest. "I have a succubus tattoo down here." She runs her finger along the top rim of her male-uniformed pants. I can only imagine what it looks like, but the thought of it made my heart jump. "A sternum, under my boobs," she chuckles at the word. Same with that one. A part of me wants to see it. That's an absurd thought. "One on my neck and my back."

I look her up and down imagining what they may look like. "Interesting. I hope to see them one day." 

She looks at me in surprise, her face blushing red a bit. I realize what I said as my eyes widen at her.

"That's straight forward," she nervously chuckles.

"I let my private thoughts slip out. My apologies," I quickly turn away. I hold my head in my head with my elbow on the desk, looking away from her until class.

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We pack our bags to head out, but before I walk away I turn to Francis. "I have an intriguing investigation on one of the students. Would you like to accompany me with investigating?"

"Stalking a classmate? Creepy." She meets my gaze with a smirk. "I'm in."