Wenclair's Love Story

Jealousy Jealousy

Warning: semi toxic/ possessive behavior is displayed

Wednesday Addams:

Enid's eyes could hold me prisoner and I wouldn't care. She knows how to get me right where she wants me.

I shouldn't have kissed her but I can't help it. Her hair is flawless, her outfit looks divine, and her lips... Well, those I've been wanting to taste for weeks but couldn't bring myself to let my guard down for long enough.

This is why it's not a good idea to share a dorm with your ex. You make questionable choices.

We kiss long enough that we both need a reapplication of our lipsticks. She begins, "does this mean we're more than friends again?"

Truth is, I didn't plan this far ahead because I was too focused on her lips. I don't know if I'm ready to become something more again. Every time I think about us dating I'm cruelly reminded of her words 'no one could ever love someone like you.'

Now I know Enid wasn't herself, but when you've believed that sentence your entire life and finally let that mentality go, only to be reminded of such a fact. It's hard to forget.

I stutter, "I- no. Just friends."

"Then what was that kiss?" She questions, disappointed by my response.

"I don't know. I just needed to kiss you. That's all."

"So I'm single still?"

"I wouldn't say completely si-"

"Fine, then let's go." She says as she rushes her way to the party.

She took that surprisingly well. I was expecting more of a reaction. Even I'm more upset than how she's handling this.

It's alright. I suppose this is what I wanted.

I walk behind her as we step into the auditorium. There are Christmas decorations everywhere and a huge tree in the far corner where students are putting gifts underneath for their favorite teachers.

It's intriguing how mortals flock to this holiday as an excuse to be happy. There's nothing exceptionally grand about Christmas, it's just an excuse for businesses to get a jump in revenue and for consumers to indulge in sweets and drain their wallets on useless knickknacks.

Enid immediately walks over to the snack table, where she grabs a plate and fills it with a variety of Christmas-themed cookies and other festive treats.

Everyone's in theme, with the majority of students wearing red Santa hats. I take my hat off, realizing how tacky they look on others. When Mr. Claus wears it, it's one thing, but starting a movement to make consumers purchase festive fashion gimmicks is another.

I suppose I might as well try to enjoy myself tonight. I walk over to the hot chocolate station where I find 99% dark chocolate. I add hot milk into the glass as well as the chocolate, stirring until the drink reaches a thick and creamy consistency. I take a sip, it's quite bitter with a subtle sweet undertone. Perfection.

Now, where did Sinclair go? She is no longer by the snacks so my eyes scan the crowd. She is in the last place I ever thought she'd go. Deep into the pit of seniors.

I see her talking to a particularly pesky boy, Adonis. He stands around 6'4 and goes through girls faster than a frat boy.

I watch as Enid bats her eyelashes and twirls her hair as she takes a slow and sensual bite out of a cookie. She's got to be kidding me. We just made out in our room and she's here flirting with someone else?

I grit my teeth, my breath shallow and fast as I feel my heart pound. My thoughts are a tornado, spinning out of control and will soon leave a chaotic mess in its wake. I must stop her hedonistic act right this moment.