Wenclair

9) Attack after argument (AAA)

Xavier's POV:

My plan worked.

I stayed hidden as I saw Wednesday storming down the stairs, parts of her face glistening in the light—I could only assume they were tears.

A malicious smirk formed on my face as I waited for her to pass before heading up to her dorm. As I walked closer to the door, I heard quiet sniffles on the other side. I knocked and waited a few moments before the door cracked open and I could see half of Enid's face.

"What do you want?" she grumbled, her eyes red and puffy along with her face wet with tears.

"I heard you crying, are you okay?" I asked, sympathetically.

The girl stared at me for a solid 30 seconds before nodding her head. "Are you sure? Did you and Wednesday break up or something?" I questioned, searching for the answer I needed.

"No. And for fuck's sake, stop stalking us!" she yelled before slamming the door in my face.

Ugh. The plan of making Wednesday think Enid cheated on her had failed. They were still together. What should I do now? How would I get Wednesday to myself?

As I left Ophelia Hall, three people stood in my way, blocking my path—Yoko, Divina, and Bianca. I waited for them to move, but they didn't.

"Are you the one who started the rumor about Enid cheating?" Yoko asked.

I shook my head. "N-no."

They didn't buy it.

"Let's go," Bianca ordered me to follow them.

Ah shit...

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Wednesday's POV:

I sat in Jericho's graveyard, my back up against Garrett Gate's tombstone. I was writing in my notebook—an apology letter to Enid.

I overreacted a bit. My reason was valid, but I should've stayed calm and communicated with her instead of storming out. That was my fault. I guessed I was just in so much shock of hearing something happen that was so vulnerable and felt impossible to even be caused.

I really hoped Enid was okay. I felt utterly terrible.

My pencil glided neatly across the paper. It had been a few hours since our fight. I wrote and wrote until I couldn't anymore—I didn't care about the length of it. I just wanted to make sure I had everything I wanted to say down.

I noticed the sun was almost set and it wouldn't be long until it was pitch black outside, so I had to get back to Nevermore.

I held my notebook in my arms as I stood up, swinging my bag over my shoulder. I walked to the entrance of the graveyard to exit, but I hadn't even gotten out when I felt a searing pain in my side.

I toppled over with a loud groan, clutching my side. Was I stabbed? Shot? It hurt so bad, I could barely move. My vision blurred as my hand became warm and got a slickly wet feeling. Something happened and I was bleeding badly because of it.