Wenclair || •𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼• ||

first lead (2)

Wednesday's POV:

Rowan's mom.
I don't know anything about her.

If she was a physic like me, she would have heard what I was saying to crackstone and what the situation was.

She wasn't like Rowan, she can't be like Xavier.
His drawings come to life, he can barely control what he draws sometimes.

"Enid." I call out, she peeks her head from under her covers.
"Give me your phone."

She slides out her bed, shivering as she walks up to me.

I sigh, getting up and stopping her midway through.
"Why are you trembling?"

She shrugs, "I'm just cold..."
"Worried?" She teases.

I scoff, "Not anymore."
She pouts, sitting next to me.

"Don't." I say sternly.

She scoffs, walking onto my bed and dramatically collapsing on it.
"Enid, phone." I lay down next to her, tugging on her sleeve.

She slides it to me, "Why?"

"Texting Ajax." I respond.

She turns around and pulls me onto her chest.
"Enid..." I groan, annoyed.

She sighs, "just for a little bit... I need it."
She pouts, caressing my cheek.

Something about her.
Her eyes, mouth, body...
The way she speaks to me...

It's a weird craving, my stomach turns and my body starts shaking.

I let her cup my face, leaning in and pecking her lips.

"Enid.." my arms fling around her waist.
She giggles, "Yes? Tell me what you need."

"Just..." I whisper, leaning in.
"Never speak of this to anyone." I threaten.

"I wouldn't dare dare to commit such a crime!" She teases, caressing my cheeks.

Ugh...
That 'feeling'.

Tyler did the same thing to me.
When he did it, my mind was pushing me to believe this is what I wanted.

His hands on me, I thought I felt comforted.
I shiver in Enid's hands, pulling her for a hug.

I'm not sure why I forced myself to like him.
I had to no reason to.

I never was interested in the boy, I thought I made it painfully obvious.

For some reason... that night.
Something came over me.

I wasn't focused on him, I was focused on me.
I was deciding if this is really what I wanted.
When I kissed him, when our lips met...

I didn't feel that 'spark' Enid always blabbed to me about.
I thought she was exaggerating, or genuinely making that up for me to get a boyfriend.

But looking into this girls eyes...
I'm not focused on myself when I'm touching or kissing her.

I'm not wondering if this what I really want.
If this is who I want to give myself away to.

My attention is on her.

Her pleasure, her breathing, her heartbeats.
Her touch... her words, her.

Enid.
Enid, fuck.

What has she done to me...

That spark...
I feel it... or think it, I don't know.
But it's there.

I should be allergic to her, appalled by her.
"I hate you." I growl, her mouth wondering onto my neck.

"I love you too baby..." She smiles, softly sucking on my skin.

"Enid..." I breathe out.
"Keep quiet." She whispers.

"We need to... focus..." I whimper, overstimulated.

She notices my breathing, kissing my neck one last time then returning to my mouth.
"I love you."

"Mhm..." I mumble, hiding my face in her shoulder.

I pull away from her grip, sighing.
"Never again." I say out loud.

She chuckles, "Whatever you say."

I grab her phone, unlocking it.
"Open Ajax's texts."

Once she hands the phone back, I read through the old texts.
The usual slurred text, avoiding questions and switching the topics.

That wasn't Ajax.
I knew that was the 'creature', as I call it.

'Ajax. Give me a direct answer, where are you?'
I type, sending it.

'I csn show yu.' He texts back almost immediately.

Enid bites her bottom lip, taking the phone.
'Show me where you are.' She sends.

(590 words, five day wait! Better than literally a month... but can't think of anything that would do that.)

(SONG: CHIHIRO, Billie Eilish. Maybe that's why I made a make out scene...)