4. Crushes

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Wednesday Addams

I cannot fathom the idea of being in a crowd of fools. If anything, I'm not opposed to the thought of having a class to myself. Woefully, I wasn't capable of making a choice no matter what. Because of it, I'll make many of my peers' lives somber out of my pleasure, especially those who pique me. There are four individuals on my list who I despise and are ready to be vanish out of my sight.

Going from bottom to top on the list, is Bianca Barclay, a siren who believes herself to be the best student in the entire academy. I see her as my opponent in fencing and botanical science. Third is Xavier Thorpe. First week of school was purgatory with him. He tends to follow me almost everywhere I go and will not be quiet in class as he distracts me with his mediocre drawings.

Same thing goes for Tyler Galpin which puts him at number two on the list. Although he isn't an artist like Xavier, his behavior is almost identical to his. According to Tyler, he's a Hyde who was lucky enough to be accepted in Nevermore because of his grade point average and a clean record. None of it matters to me since he is the biggest nuisance to ever exist. I assume both Thorpe and Galpin are plotting against me from how obsessed they are.

The last mortal that's number one on my checklist is none other than Enid Sinclair. Not only am I sharing two classes with the werewolf, I'm imprisoned in our divided bedroom with her. The worst part is the amount of brightly colored artifacts Enid has a grasp on. It forms a feeling of disgust and queasiness. Her vivacious character generally antagonizes me for the most part.

I distinguished her attempts to befriend me. Those who try, give up effortlessly. Enid is dissimilar. I must give her a small portion of credit. The she-wolf has a welcoming aura which gives me a familiar nostalgia. I can't recall where the sensation came from. What I do realize is that I will never apprise Sinclair about my thoughts. In no time, she'll blabber to her friends and the rest of the entire world about it.

"Hey Wednesday? Have you ever dated or been in love with someone?"

I paused myself from continuing on an assignment I was completing on my personal desk. My roommate and I are presently in our dorm after classes have finished. Straight away, I began my homework while Enid laid on her bed and pulled out her phone to view it.

Not bothering to turn around in my chair, I answered strictly, "No. Never have, never will."

"Seriously?" I can predict Enid was looking at me in a dumbfounded manner.

"It's nowhere near my top priority. In fact, it is nonexistent. I do not have the time nor any love inside of me to apply to someone else. I find it to be a waste of time and energy. It also includes feelings and physical touch that nobody will ever receive from me," I thoroughly explained.

"Wow. No wonder you push everyone away from you. Sounds to me like you would rather be alone," the lycanthrope figured me out.

"Exactly. I'll revert the question back to you," I was somewhat curious about Enid.

"I guess I have. I remember my mom once told me that I fell for someone at a young age. She never told me who it was, and eagerly, I tried figuring out who it may be. To this day, no luck," Sinclair sounded defeated towards the end.

After concluding her sentence, I eventually spun myself around my seat to give her my opinion on the situation she's in. However, my head decided against it. In a split second, I experienced an unforeseen pain that traveled across my forehead. I closed my eyes to relieve the pain but instead met with images that flashed through inside my mind. I first believed I was having an episode of where I was having a vision. That was not the case.

This time, it felt odd. Almost like I've been in the image before. I also heard a voice calling out my name and used the word love in the same sentence. The voice sounded like a child. But whose? As much as I enjoy pain, I placed a hand on my forehead and massaged it. Apparently, Sinclair was inspecting me when her worriness was made aware.

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