Ephemeral {X.T.}

𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕥𝕨𝕠

𝕆𝕧𝕚𝕒 ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕤

"You're trying too hard," Bianca laughed as I looked from my cards to the pile.

"How can someone 'try too hard' in Uno?" Wednesday frowned.

Yoko chuckled softly. "She's already losing anyways," she pointed out.

My phone chimed and my eyes shifted off of my phone, and to my notifications.

> plz come 2 my room x

It was Enid asking if we could meet up. I haven't spoken to her, at all, since last week. I was mad at her, still. I've been avoiding her and her texts.

My phone chimed again.

> plz. its a emergency.

I sighed, placing my cards down. "I'll be right back guys," I said, standing up from my bedroom floor.

I left my room, and walked to the next door, knocking.

"Come in," Enid called.

I opened the door and entered, seeing her stand in the middle of the room, as if knowing I was going to come.

"What?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"I'm sorry," she said from where she stood. "I promise you I don't want to hurt Ajax. I never wanted to in the first place. I've always liked him, but I don't think I like him in that way..."

I shrugged. "Alright, and? You're still lying to him."

"I don't want to anymore."

"Because I caught you kissing Wednesday?" I asked, and she sighed. "Wednesday already spoke to me and explained what happened. I'm on board with you two or whatever; but you're lying to my brother and I won't stand for that."

I saw her tear up. "Ovia, please don't hate me."

"I don't hate you," I cleared out. "But I hate what you're doing."

She looked at me with tears. "Are you going to tell him?" she asked whimpering like a puppy.

"No," I stated. "But you are, soon, or I will."

She sniffled. "Do you think he'll hate me?"

"No, but he'll be upset. He really likes you, Enid, and you just made him feel special. Better do it sooner or later. Until you do, I don't want to be your friend."

I left her room, and joined the others again for uno. We sat on my floor while drinking milkshakes Bianca had brought from Jericho, and snacks we snuck from the kitchens. It was fun.

Just before dinner, Yoko and Bianca left. Only Wednesday and I were left. I could tell that she wasn't fond of being social, but she lived a chocolate milkshake. She claimed she had never had one before. It was sweet.

"Do you know your birth surname?"

I frowned, looking at Wednesday. "Uhm, yes."

She nodded. "You know you're a legacy, right? One of three generations."

My frown deepened. "And you know that, how?"

"I saw your file on Weems' table when I first entered Nevermore. I was quite curious. Clarke fits you better, to be honest."

Fury grew in my eyes. "I'm sorry, what? You read my file?"

"Not thoroughly," she admitted, defensively. "Just the first few pages. Quite record, though."