Chapter Twelve

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Third Person's POV

Everything happened quickly, than she had anticipated, actually she hadn't expected it even to happened.

But it did.

And boy did that felt new for her.

Her hair is a mess, probably her clothes too but so does her's, minus the hair she guess.

"That never happened."

Wednesday heard Bianca spoke and turned her head to her.

"I. . .Yeah."Wednesday response as she had with her is the book she had sneaked out from the secret library.

Bianca probably noticed but the siren didn't bother to point it out at all and focused on fixing her clothing.

Wednesday hadn't really expected that the next girl she'll ever had that kind of intimate interaction with would be her rival.

Well after their heated up argument guess Wednesday just wanna shut the siren up in a way that she thought was the best, by kissing her then it begin there.

Her plan was just sneak inside the secret library but then she was caught, really that was embarrassing but guess her mocking their poor kidnapping attempt is probably what made up for the embarrassment she felt and she get to make them felt like a bunch of fools for turning them down. When Xavier suggested she joined, not like she had anything to do with the library anyway now that she got what she wanted.

But then Bianca went up to her.

And argument begin and well, Wednesday could leave the rest of the imagination to you guys.

"Barclay."Wednesday stopped at her tracks and turned towards the siren who also stopped at her tracks and turned to her."what now Addams."

"Apologies from my actions, I. . .I got carried away."Wednesday said, not used to the whole apologizing thing but she doesn't want the siren to mistook what just happened now for interest but the siren seem to get that.

"Emotions run high Addams, beside I doubt you'll be that interest."Bianca response and the two separated ways.

Well Wednesday is glad that the siren get her point and returned back to the dorm.

It didn't take her awhile ago to get enter the shared room by the window at all, especially when she's been doing it for a few times now.

"You stick of fish."a growled she hears causing her to turn around and saw her roommate sat on her bed legs and arms both crossed.

"What are you doing on my side?"Wednesday glared.

"Looking for clues that points you the actual murderer of Rowan."Enid response as she stood off the bed."guess I find just this."Enid showed a drawing stained by blood.

"You went through my stuff?"Wednesday approached her and tried to grab it but with their heigh difference, Enid just raised her hand away and Wednesday couldn't reach it anymore.

"So you don't denied you killed Rowan."Enid spoke and Wednesday looked up at her."I never said I did, do you really still suspect I killed him."

Wednesday can't believe this but really she should have expected it, this blonde and her would be in good terms for a moment but then up against each other's throats again, like the she wolf would really find fault in her in ever possible way when she's given a chance and still blame her for that idiots death.

"You were the only one present that night he died."

"You know what I don't care, blame me all you want but never went through my stuff ever again."Wednesday glared up at her and grabbed the paper off the blonde's hand.

Then Enid caught a glimpse of something and immediately grabbed the goth by her collar.

"What the f*ck?!"Enid examined the stain and there isn't any lie who they belonged too.

"What does f*cking our teacher not enough for you that you decide to go after Barclay."Enid growled gripping her roommates collar tight and pulling her closer, Wednesday glared up at her and gripped her wrists.

"Unhand me you mutt!"Wednesday pushed Enid away from her tearing a bit of her clothing and narrowed at her again."And it's none of your business who I interact with or what I do with them. FYI, I didn't do such thing with our teacher."Wednesday said and Enid let out a low growled.

"Oh really? Then why you come in reeking both of that dumb fish and our teacher?"

"Why do you keep insisting that something happened between me and Ms. Thornhill? Why do you care if something happened between me and Barclay? Do you wanna say something to me Sinclair or are you gonna continue with this stupid behavior of yours?"Wednesday gave Enid a challenging look, a daring look that demands the wolf to spill whatever it is that she's keeping.

There was this tensing tension between the seer and the wolf. And as the blonde seemed to can't find it in herself to response to that at all she turned her back and begin to walk away which almost made Wednesday chuckled, quote word almost.

"Of course you gotta do what you do best, walk away the moment the tables are turned."Wednesday said."shut up."Enid hissed.

"What Sinclair, cat got your tongue? Or you too much of a chicken to admit that you are being judgemental for no reasons."Wednesday continued and Enid kept quiet claws are growing out and then retracting back."should have expected it, after all you dogs done nothing but bark and bark than bite-"

A snarled escape Enid and once again found her claw slicing a skin opened from the goth but this it didn't hear the face, Wednesday barely dodge but she knew that her neck caught the scratch and she stumble back landing on the floor.

She had her hand over her neck as she felt the blood begin to oozed out.

Enid completely saw red for a few seconds and let her anger once again get the best of her. But as she saw the blood begin to stained the Goth's shirt her eyes went wide.

Wednesday quickly stood up glaring at the blonde."I-"she didn't let Enid finished her sentence and watched as the goth walked out the room, this is an argument she started and guess finished with again hurting the goth.

The door slammed closed loudly, guess the others that sleep on the same floor aren't the only ones who heard that as Ms. Thornhill soon entered the room questioning about what had happened and the blood staining her fingers and probably the floor too.

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