A Serpent's Touch

Chapter 3

Enid was still bombarded with thoughts, unable to focus on the class. The lecture droned on in the background, but her mind was elsewhere. Her thoughts remained fixated on Wednesday's touch.

The moment Wednesday's hand brushed against her skin, it felt as if her entire body ignited with fire. It was a strange and unexpected sensation, one that left her both exhilarated and confused.

Every detail of the encounter replayed in her mind, the soft pressure of the touch, the sudden spark that seemed to pass between them, the way her heart had skipped a beat. She couldn't shake the feeling, and it consumed her, leaving her unable to concentrate on anything else.

After the class, Enid found herself dreading the prospect of being around Wednesday. The thought of being in such close proximity to her, especially after the unexpected and intense moment they shared, made her uneasy.

However, Wednesday was her roommate, and avoiding her entirely was not an option. Reluctantly, Enid headed back to their shared room, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Once inside, she immediately threw herself onto her bed, trying to create a barrier of normalcy between them.

She grabbed her phone and began scrolling aimlessly, hoping to distract herself from her thoughts.

Her fingers moved mechanically over the screen, but her mind was far from the social media updates and messages in front of her.

Across the room, Wednesday sat at her desk, the rhythmic clacking of her typewriter filling the silence. The sound, usually soothing to Enid, now seemed to amplify her awkwardness.

She stole a glance at Wednesday, who appeared completely absorbed in her writing, her face a mask of concentration. It was almost as if the moment they had shared had never happened.

Despite her best efforts to focus on her phone, Enid’s thoughts kept drifting back to Wednesday. She wondered if Wednesday had felt the same spark, the same warmth.

Did it mean anything to her, or was it just another fleeting moment in her day?

Enid sighed and shifted on the bed, trying to shake off the confusing feelings that swirled within her.

"It was just a peck of dust she removed from your cheek, Enid," she chastised herself silently. "It doesn't mean anything."

But despite her rationalizations, the memory of Wednesday's touch lingered, stubbornly refusing to fade into the background.

"Wednesday?"

Enid's voice rang out in the stillness of the room, breaking the silence that had settled between them like a heavy fog.

Wednesday paused in her writing, her fingers hovering over the typewriter keys, as she turned to acknowledge Enid's call.

"Yes?" Wednesday's response was curt, her gaze still fixed on the blank sheet of paper before her.

Enid hesitated for a moment before pressing on, her curiosity outweighing her hesitation.

"When you arrived here, you never mentioned your abilities at this school," she remarked, her voice tinged with a note of uncertainty.

Wednesday's expression remained stoic as she considered Enid's observation.

"I didn't see the need to disclose them," she replied evenly, her tone betraying nothing of her inner thoughts.

"Oh," Enid muttered, feeling a bit awkward.
"Well, I'm gonna guess," she said, her curiosity piqued as she began speculating about Wednesday's abilities.