Wednesday's Child Is Full Of Woe Pt. 5

Bold and Italics=POV Change

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Wednesday's POV

 I watched as Y/N left. I was finally checked out but was stopped by the weak alpha, known was Rowan.

 "You're Wednesday, right," he asked me, I just stared at him, "Rowan. I know how you feel."

 "I guarantee you don't," I replied.

 "My mother promised me I'd finally fit in somewhere," he told me, which I didn't really care for, " I never though it was possible to be an outcast in a school full of outcasts. But it looks like you're gonna give me a run for my money. Uh... Sorry about the... nick."

 "No good deed goes unpunished," I told him and got up to leave. As I was walking past the water container it bubbled. This caused me to turn and look at it for a moment, then continue to walk outside. When I walked outside, I saw Y/N just standing there in the rain, getting soaked. 

 "Y/N, why don't you have an umbrella, you're going to get sick," I asked worried, then mentally beat myself up. I shouldn't worry about her. But she is our mate, my alpha told me. I ignored him.

 "He-he-hey Wednesday, the ra-ra-rain helps me c-c-calm down," she replied, smiling shyly. I find this action cute. I walked up to her and held the umbrella (Y/N is shorter than Wednesday) over the both of us. We both walk in silence, and I find myself enjoying the moment. After a while, we heard stone scraping against each other. We both looked up and saw a gargoyle falling towards us. I went to push Y/N out of dangers way when I heard someone screaming towards us.

 "Wednesday! Y/N!" Someone shouted, and both Y/N and I was push out of the way, and everything went black. I woke back up in the infirmary. I sat up and looked around, and saw Xavier standing over Y/N. I didn't like this one bit, so I growled at him to back off. He took the warning and walk to a seat and sat down.

 "Welcome back, and you should take it easy," he told me, I just stared at him, "nurse said you don't have a concussion, but you should probably have a nasty bump, huh?"

 "The last thing I remember, I was walking outside with Y/N feeling a mixture of rage, pity and self-disgust," I told him, getting up to go to Y/N to make sure she is okay, "I never felt that way before."

 "Losing to Bianca has that effect on people, I think," he replied, getting up and try to get close to my unconscious mate. I glared at him to sit back down, and stay away from her.

 "Then I looked up and saw that gargoyle coming down and I though," I continued, "at least I'll have an imaginative death. Then you tackled Y/N and I out of the way. Why?"

 "Call it instinct," he told me. This made me want to roll my eyes.

 "So you were guided by latent chivalry," I told him, turning to face him," the tool of the patriarchy, to extract my or Y/N's undying gratitude?"

 "Mm-hmm. Most people just say thank you," he said.

 "I didn't want to be rescued," I told him harshly.

 "I shoulda just saved Y/N and just let that thing smash you to mush," he said, raising one eyebrow at me. 

 "I would have rather saved both her and myself," I told him, tensing up at the thought of him touching her.

 "Good to see you haven't changed, if it makes you feel any better, let's just say I returned the favor," he scoffed. He must have seen the confusion on my face as he continued, " Xavier Thorpe? You probably don't remember. Last time we met, I was two feet shorter, 40 pounds heavier."

 "What happened," I asked, trying to remember.

 "Puberty, I guess," he said. I wanted to facepalm at this (and so did I, he was very stupid in this scene).

 "What happened the last time we met," I corrected him.

 "Oh. Uh. Yeah, it... it was my godmother's funeral," he replied. I tried to remember a funeral, "she was friends with you grandmother, and they spent their twenties in Europe, and swindling the rich and notorious. I don't know, but we were ten, and we were bored, decided to play hide and seek. I had the inspired idea to hide in her casket, I got stuck as it was headed to the crematorium."

 "I'd heard muffled screams," I said, finally remembering, "I just figured your godmother had cheated death and was trying to claw her way out,"

 "Either way, you hit the bid red stop button," he told me, " and saved me from being flame-broiled. So... now we're even."

 He decided to leave after that, and that was when Y/N woke up. She sat up and looked around. She saw me standing there and smiled up at me. I nodded at her and helped her back to her dorm, so she can rest some more. I finally made it to my room, and started my writing time, while listening to La Llorona playing on my Gramophone. I was so into my writing, until I heard my bed squeaking. I turned towards it. I got up to walk towards my bed. When I reached it, I threw the covers off, to reveal Thing, a disembodied hand.

 "I knew it," I said to the now terrified hand, "hello, Thing."

 He tried to flee the room, but he wasn't fast enough, and I caught him.

 "Did you think my highly trained olfactory sense wouldn't pick up on the faint whiff of neroli and bergamot in your favorite had lotion," I told him, holding him in front of my face, "I could do this all day."

 I then slammed him into my desk and pinned him there.

 "Surrender," I asked him, which he signed yes and I let him go, "Mother and Father sent you to spy on me, didn't they?"

 He tried to deny it, but I can see through it.

 "I'm not above breaking a few fingers," I told him, which made him to stop, "that they thought I wouldn't find out proves how mush they underestimate me." 

 He tried to defend them, by saying that they care for me. I'm not buying this either.

 "Oh, Thing, you poor, naive appendage," I told him, "my parents aren't worried about me. They're evil puppeteers, who want pull my strings from afar. The way I see it, you have two options. Option one,"

 I picked him up, while opening a drawer in my desk.

 "I lock you in here for the rest of the semester, and you go slowly insane trying to claw your way out," I told him, with him shaking in fear, "ruining your nails and your smooth, supple skin. And we both know how vain you are. Option two."

 I then closed the drawer and set him back on my desk.

 "You pledge your undying loyalty to me," I told him. It took a little bit, but he eventually bowed down to me, to show me that he chooses the second option. This greatly pleases me.

 "Our first order of business is to escape this teenage purgatory," I told him. He signed, asking me if I have a plan, "of course I have a plan. And it begins now."