Wednesday

Chapter 4: Ms. Thornhill

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Up in his dorm, Wednesday was typing on his typewriter, trying to work on his novel, but he could hear Enid and (Y/n) through the walls, laughing and talking.

Eventually, he couldn't take it and marched over to the connected wall of their dorm and banged on it. "Quiet!" He hissed.

Enid and (Y/n) stopped talking, and Wednesday started to head back to his desk, when Enid came bursting into his room, with (Y/n) following behind her.

"What the hell was that about?" Enid demanded.

"You we're too loud. Your voice annoyed me." He replied.

Enid's face scrunched up. "I—!"

"Silence would be appreciated." Wednesday cut her off, as he sat at his desk. "This is my writing time."

"Your writing time?" (Y/n) repeated.

"I devote an hour a day to my novel. Perhaps if Enid did the same, her vlog might be coherent." He commented. "I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."

"I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love." Enid defended.

Wednesday turned his chair to face her. "You're followers are clearly imbeciles."

(Y/n) placed her hands on her hips. "There's no need to be so rude, Wednesday."

He stood up and walked over to the girls. "The truth hurts. Her followers respond to her stories with insipid little pictures."

"You mean emojis?" Enid asked. "It's how people express their feelings. I realize that's a foreign concept to you."

Wednesday stared down at her. "When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind: Rope, shovel, hole."

Wednesday walked back to his desk. "By the way, there are two D's in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly."

(Y/n) had enough of his attitude. She took out her phone and started playing preppy pop music that she knew he would hate, and she and Enid started dancing around.

The boy turned and glared at them. "Turn that off." He demanded.

The girls didn't listen, and kept dancing. Wednesday approached (Y/n) and tried to take her phone, but she avoided him, and danced around his room.

Wednesday chased after her and managed to grab the wrist that held her phone, and he turned the music off, but didn't release her. Instead, he yanked her towards him, and she collided with his chest. Wednesday grabbed her other wrist and leaned down to her ear.

"Don't...mess...with me." Wednesday growled.

(Y/n) felt her face grow warm, but didn't back down. "Well, if you don't want me to mess with you, then you shouldn't make it so easy." She whispered.

Wednesday glanced down at her in annoyance, but she just smiled mockingly at him. He wanted to say something, but just kept staring at her. She kept surprising him. Which was not an easy thing to do.