Wednesday

Woe, who's that?

Wednesday's POV:

The way too loud crunching noise of the leaves on the ground seemed to be echoing in my ears. My heartbeat growing erratic with every step taken. I must truly be sick or dying to be feeling this way. There's no other explanation for it. Or at least not an explanation I would allow myself to indulge. 

Looking out to my destination, I could see all the targets being set up, the bins all lined up in a row all holding dozens of arrows, and I could see Xavier Thorpe. And there it was again, that burning feeling on my face; I wonder what the procedure is for getting a new face since mine seems to be so defective. 

Quickly I shook my head in an attempt to rid myself of this unneeded and very unusual feeling. Pushing the feelings deep down is the motto I live by. Gateway emotions like feeling things just lead to crying and sadness and those are for the weak. 

Regaining my composure, I walked right up behind Xavier. Studying him, I could see he was very focused on setting up archery for tryouts; an airpod in one ear. He must not have realized yet that I'm standing behind him. 

Just as I was about to make my presence known, it seems someone else felt the need to make their presence known to me. 

"Hey! What's her name, you're into archery?" came a voice I recognized from earlier. 

Turning around, just as I had expected from the voice, it was the guy I accidentally bumped into on the front steps of the school. The one I ran into when trying to look for my stalker. And ofcourse with my luck he's also into archery. 

Looking at him, I saw his sleeves were now rolled up on his forearms, exposing the tattoos which I had seen a glimpse of from before. There's one tattoo in particular that looked so familiar to me, but before I could figure it out he lifted his arm up and ran his hand through his hair. 

"So, not much of a talker then" he stated in reference to the fact that I haven't answered him yet. 

Xaviers POV:

Placing the last barrel full of arrows down next to the spot I'd be judging the archery tryouts from, I looked at the time on my phone to see that I was running earlier than I had been expecting. 

Still looking at my phone, I heard a faint voice that sounded like it was aimed at me. Pausing my music and taking my airpods out, I heard the voice say "Hey! What's her name..." and thought maybe it was a slip up since there's no girls around here at the moment. 

Turning around to answer whoever was there, every thought, everything in my mind slipped away as I saw her. It didn't feel real that she was just right there in front of me. The shock felt like all the air had been knocked from my lungs to see her. How long was she there for?

I opened my mouth to say something, to say anything to the girl I have so much I want to say to, and yet nothing came out. Wait, she's not even facing me. 

Looking to see where she was facing, it was like a punch to the chest. I recognize that set of bow and arrows. This must be my new roommate; and he looks way to eager to be talking to the one girl I've been waiting all summer to talk to. 

Against all logical thoughts I had, it's like something just came over me and my hand was a magnet drawn to its polar opposite which just so happened to be Wednesday's shoulder. 

"Wednesday" I said that way she knew it was me who's hand was resting on her. Why did I put my hand on her shoulder, she hates physical touch. 

Her head whipped back and I got pulled right back into those big dark eyes.