Wednesday does not get jealous.
“Jealousy is an emotion for insecure fools who don’t love themselves. I do not partake in such things,” is what she said to Enid.
Except, she does get jealous. Enid notices-and she loves it. Even if Wednesday will never admit she’s right.
The debate comes to its conclusion when Mr. Hovern pairs Enid with the new nevermore student in botany class. The teachers here had a particular habit of sicking new students at Nevermore on Enid to make them feel more comfortable- something about her bright personality being just the right thing to help put them at ease. Mostly, Enid thinks it’s just another excuse for them to avoid doing their jobs but whatever.
Normally, Enid does not mind the task so long as her grade is not at stake, so she does not complain. This time though, the boy she is paired with is… exuberant to say the least.
Her and the boy are signed in to the library to begin their research, and throughout their assignment, he tries to find any excuse there is to touch Enid, he flips his shaggy brown hair around as if trying to seduce her and he will not stop asking her questions. Enid doesn’t even remember his name by this point. Was it Kyle? Nathan?
“So… are you dating anyone” Peter asks, his voice low and croaky, as if Enid would ever find that attractive. Honestly she’s a little disappointed in herself, by this point she thought everything about her was very obviously lesbian.
Alas, Enid is polite- she gives him a small smile, “Um, no…”
Enid and Wednesdays relationship is… undefined. She knows Wednesday likes her, and she’s sure Wednesday is aware of Enid’s own feelings, but neither girl has confessed yet. It’s almost fun, knowing their feelings for one another but not taking that final step. She gets to subtly tease Wednesday and watch the normally stoic girl get red in the face when Enid randomly kisses her cheek or tells her she looks beautiful enough to kill.
“Oh nice, same. Maybe we should…” his hands begin to slither across the table, making a squeaky sound against the mahogany coloured desk and leaving streaks of sweat behind it. For a moment, It’s as though Enid is watching his hand coming towards her own in slow motion, and just as he’s about to make contact with her, the hoodie under his uniform is pulled back harshly and he begins flailing to keep his balance and stop himself from falling backwards over his own chair.
“Dude, what the fuck?!” he exclaims, now standing with a hand soothingly rubbing his own neck, his breathing heavy.
“Do not touch her.”
And oh, that voice. Anthony steps to the side, giving Enid the chance to see who is on the other side. Wednesday stands there in all her dark glory. Her arms are crossed and she has an even more than usual murderous look in her eyes- Enid hates herself for finding it hot.
She takes careful steps towards Enid’s side, her stride elegant, her brown eyes particularly dark. Her hand comes up to rest on Enid’s chair, right behind her head.
“Wha- who the fuck are you? Enid and I were talking,” he spits.
“That does not concern you. Do not attempt to touch Enid again. Now leave, boy.” Wednesday drawls, her voice almost glum.
Nathan looks back to Enid almost pleadingly, as if asking for her help. “Enid?”
Enid simply tilts her head, offering an apologetic smile in return.
He scoffs, “Whatever,” striding away.
Enid immediately turns to Wednesday, pouncing. She can’t let this moment get away from her, lest Wednesday get a hold of herself again.
“So…” she starts, leaning on her hand, her legs crossed. “You were jealous.”
Wednesday blinks, turning towards her. “That is incorrect.”
“Mhm. Sure it is. That’s why you appeared out of thin air to drag him away from me.”
Wednesday tilts her head, “Would you rather I had let him touch you?”
Enid opens her mouth- then immediately shuts it. Shit, leave it to Wednesday to turn this around on her.
Wednesday takes her moment of silence as victory and begins walking off, a small smirk plastered on her lips. Enid quickly flails to catch up to her.
“O- Of course not,” she squeaks. “You’re the only one that gets to tou-,” Enid snaps her mouth shut. Thankfully, Wednesday seems clueless to the little tidbit she just shared with the class.
“What I mean is,” Enid presses on. “You were jealous because you like me.”
Wednesday stops walking. They’re now just outside the library. It’s still technically class time, so the hallways are basically deserted. Wednesday makes a beautiful subject against the dark walls of Nevermore.
“I was irritated because his cologne was awfully pungent and it stunk of artificial scents.”
“Sure, babe. And I wolfed out to save the whole school and not just because you were the only thing on my mind.”
Enid thinks Wednesday actually glitches for a second. Her head whipping up to look into Enid’s eyes, and her dark eyes quickly filling with emotion. Enid of course, has to pounce on this opening.
“There you are, baby,” she whispers, her eyes widening. “You’re obsessed with me.”
Wednesday visibly tenses.
Enid is giddy. “I mean, I knew you liked me—-“
“I never said that,” tone sharp, face deceptively blank again.
“—but this down bad?” Enid gasps, grinning.
“I mean, what are you going to do? fight everyone who even looks at me?” she asks, smirking.
Wednesday glares. “Of course not. That is ridiculous. Even i’m not so cruel as to not at least let people look at you, no matter how undeserving they may be. But to touch you… yes, a terrific idea, I will fight all of them if I must.”
Neither of them move or speak for a moment. Wednesday has frozen up and if Enid looks close enough she could swear she sees a blush creeping up her neck.
Enid smirks, although failing to suppress the redness on her own cheeks. “Knew it,” she says.
“I regret everything.”
“Liar.” Enid beams. “If you didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now.” she steps closer. “You like me, Wednesday Addams.”
Wednesday stares at her, hard. As if trying to silence her through sheer will.
It does not work.
Enid is grinning so much it hurts. She feels like a kid in a candy store, she will never get enough of Wednesday.
“You like me sooo bad.”
A beat of silence.
And then finally—
“…Yes.”
Enids brain short circuits.