In which two complete opposite personalities are drawn together. To Wednesdays surprise, she would have never thought about falling for a boy that had almost nothing in common with her. Lucas Thorpe would have never guessed that Wednesday Addams wou...
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"YOU'RE LOOKING GREAT TONIGHT!" Ajax's voice boomed through the school halls, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a spotlight zeroing in on me. Every head turned. Perfect. Just what I needed.
I shot him a glare, but he only grinned and gave me a thumbs-up, utterly unrepentant. I tugged at the lapels of my white suit—a sharp fit, though indistinguishable from what half the other guys were wearing. The uniformity made me feel like one of those paper dolls, pre-cut and pressed into a mold. But at least I wasn't Ajax, flaunting his mismatched blazer and sneakers like he was the star of some indie film.
Okay, maybe I could've gone for something a bit different myself, but let's be honest—I'm good just as I am.
I kept moving, scanning the hall for my date. Before I could spot her, a voice rang out from behind me.
"LUCAS!"
I turned, slower than necessary, to see Enid barreling toward me, her blonde hair catching the dim light. Before I could brace myself, she engulfed me in a hug that nearly knocked the wind out of me.
"Oh my god, oh my god! I can't believe you're actually coming with me to the dance!" She pulled back just enough to beam up at me, her hands still gripping my arms like she thought I might vanish if she let go.
"Of course" I said, brushing off the invisible dust she left on my suit. "I'm not about to leave you hanging. Who do you take me for?"
Her expression flickered, a mix of gratitude and something heavier. "Sorry, it's just... Ajax bailed on me last time, and I—" She hesitated, looking down. "I guess I just set my expectations pretty low after that."
"Hey." I placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning down slightly to meet her eyes. "I'm not him. A deal's a deal, okay? Now let's get this over with before I change my mind."
Her grin could've powered the entire Rave'n, and before I could say another word, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the entrance.
Ms. Thornhill and Principal Weems stood at the doors, greeting everyone with plastered-on smiles. I nodded politely as we passed, stepping into the Rave'n.
The gym had been transformed. Ice-blue lights reflected off crystalline sculptures that towered over the crowd, giving everything a frosty, otherworldly glow. The DJ blasted a mix of pulsing beats in front of a massive, glittering figure.
"Is that supposed to be the Abominable Snowman?" I asked, craning my neck to take it all in.
"You can't say that—it's offensive!" Enid scolded, swatting my arm. "The correct term is Yeti."
