Hate Nevermore to love it part ~ 2

Y/N wore a smile as he walked over to the foot of their shared bed and retrieved his guitar case from underneath. Placing it gently on top of the bed, he unclipped the case, revealing a rustic-looking guitar. As he sat down on Wednesdays side of the bed, she swiftly joined him, snuggling into his side and resting her head on his right shoulder.

Y/N lovingly caressed the side of the guitar, where their initials, Y/N.G+W.A, were carved into the old wooden base. Wednesday noticed this and whispered in a raspy voice, 

Wednesday: "Are you going to play for me, or do you intend on staring at our initials all night? With a slow strum of the guitar, a gentle and soothing tune filled the room, creating a tranquil ambiance. Y/N strummed the strings of his guitar, his fingers dancing across the fretboard, a beautiful melody filled the room. It was a song crafted solely for Wednesday's ears, love expressed through music. The hauntingly sweet notes wrapped around her, their harmony intertwining with her soul. Wednesday closed her eyes, allowing herself to be transported by the music.Y/N sang softly with pure passion in his voice, 

Y/N: 🎙️I'm not going out tonight, so don't bother calling my name. 'Cause I'm not going out tonight, not tonight. Baby, you're my remedy when you're lying next to me. Baby, you're a melody I wish I wrote. I need you like I need home to kick my feet up and rest my soul. Now I'm here knocking at your door, just give me your key and let my heart go Dum de Dum. If my home is where my heart is, then leaving you makes me homesick.🎙️ 

gazing up at him with wide eyes. She listened attentively, her heart pounding in her chest,

Y/N continued singing, 🎙️I need you like you're my home, so give me your key and let my heart go Dum de Dum, Dum de Dum yeah. And let my heart go Dum de Dum, Dum de Dum yeah. Dum de Dum, if my home is where my heart is, then leaving you makes me homesick. I need you like you're my home, to kick up my feet and let my heart go Dum de Dum.🎙️

 As he played more upbeat, the song remained calming. Wednesday couldn't help but smile throughout,Y/N softly concluded,

🎙️So I'm not going out tonight, so don't bother calling me up because I'm not answering tonight. Leave me a note underneath my door, it's a no, no. 'Cause I'm with you, I'm at home but I'm not alone. No, I'm not alone. Yeah, I'm with you. Baby, you're my remedy when you're lying next to me. Baby, you're a melody I wish I wrote. So let my heart go Dum de Dum, Dum de Dum Yeah. I need you like I need home to kick up my feet and rest my soul. So, give me your key and let my heart go Dum de Dum.🎙️

Y/N glanced over at Wednesday, his sparkly green orbs on display, while she stared back with her sparkly midnight eyes. Frowning, she realized that the song had come to an end.

Y/N:  "How was it? I know you don't like sharing feelings, but.-" Before he could finish, Wednesday cut him off, burying her head deeper into his arm.

Wednesday: "That was the most pure and meaningful song I've ever heard. I found it well above satisfactory. I loved it," she said, interrupting him and showing her appreciation whilst digging her head even deeper into his arm.

Y/N: "Ey, Wednesday, stop that hurts," he hissed softly, but she didn't respond. He noticed her head twitching as she sniffled. 

Y/N: "Hey, no, Wednesday, I was joking. Don't get upset, cariña," he said calmly giving her a comforting hug whilst rubbing her back.  

Wednesday: " no it's not that, it's just your song made me re-evaluate how you still love me even though I act coldly towards you sometimes " she spoke being muffled by the arm she was burrowed into.  

Y/N: " that's a good thing right, but then again you're crying about it so what's wrong" the boy said as he now cradled the girl in his arms 

Wednesday: " am I- am I a good.... girlfriend " she says looking out into the window where she could see the moon spreading light all over the edges of their balcony.  

Y/N: "of course Mi dulce Muerte (my sweet death in Spanish) you are the best girlfriend I could ever ask for and there won't be anyone else to make me think otherwise I couldn't ever see myself with anyone else" he says giving her soft smooches from the crown of her head to the edge of her cheeks which in returned she kissed him on the neck sending a surge through his body.

Wednesday: " that's all I needed to hear" she says now taking out her braids in which Y/n gently massaged her head.  

Y/N: " isn't it painful having your hair tight like that, I mean you look perfect when your hair is down" he says making Wednesday blush.  

Wednesday: " you're the only one who gets to see my hair down that's why I want to keep it tied" she says getting comfortable in her bed as she then crosses her arms over her chest and closed her eyes expecting Y/n to lay beside her and whisper more horrifyingly calming comforts in her ear but Wednesday couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment as she saw Y/n pack up his guitar and headed out to the balcony. She had anticipated his comforting presence beside her, but it seemed like something was troubling him. Curiosity and concern mingled within her, prompting her to follow him outside.Stepping onto the balcony, Wednesday found Y/n leaning against the railing, his gaze lost in the distance. The night air brushed against their skin, carrying a gentle breeze that rustled through Wednesday's hair, now free from its braids.

Wednesday: "Y/n, Is something bothering you? You seem distant" she called softly, approaching him cautiously. Y/n turned his attention to Wednesday, attempting to mask the emptiness that had momentarily crossed his face. He mustered a faint smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of appreciation and sadness.

Y/N: "I'm sorry if I seemed distant, Wednesday, It's just... there are things on my mind, things that sometimes make it hard for me to fully be present, things that will never leave" Wednesday tilted her head slightly, her gaze filled with understanding. She stepped closer to Y/n, letting her presence reassure him that she was there for him.

Wednesday: "Y/n, you don't have to face everything alone," she said softly, placing a comforting hand on his arm. 

Wednesday: "We all have our moments of vulnerability. Sharing the burden can make it easier."Y/n's eyes softened, his guard lowering as he took in Wednesday's genuine concern. He sighed, a mixture of relief and gratitude evident in his voice.

Y/N: "You're right, Wednesday. Sometimes it's hard for me to let others in, but with you, it feels different, I'm grateful to have you by my side." he confessed. Wednesday smiled, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her face. She reached out and intertwined her fingers with Y/n's, offering him a silent reassurance.

Wednesday: "Whenever you're ready, we can go back inside away from the cold, i will wait all night here with you if needs be," she whispered, her voice carrying an undertone of trust. 

Wednesday: "Remember, the strength of a bond lies in the willingness to share our joys and sorrows." Y/n's gaze met Wednesday's, a mixture of emotions swirling within his eyes. Slowly, a sense of peace and acceptance settled over him. They stood together on the balcony, In that quiet moment, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. 

Y/N: "Well, today has certainly been eventful," he said with a chuckle, breaking the silence. Wednesday smirked, her eyes filled with mischief. 

Wednesday: "Seems like we've already made an impression," she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. Y/n wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. They stood there, lit by the moonlight, in each other's embrace.

Y/N: "No matter what comes our way, we'll face it together," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. Wednesday leaned into his embrace, her black heart swelling with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite articulate. But in that moment, she felt a sense of belonging and acceptance she had never experienced before.

Wednesday: "Together," she whispered, and so Together, they spent their first night at Nevermore. Y/n held Wednesday in his arms, gently swaying to the rhythm of their breaths and heartbeats, as the moon cast a soft glow over them. They shared stories opening up to each other in ways they wouldn't usually connect. as Y/n and Wednesday climbed through the window, they found themselves sprawled in their bed, They laid down, their hands entwined, and gazed up at the roof.

Wednesday: "Do you ever wonder what the future holds for us, Y/n?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Y/n: "Sometimes. But no matter what the future brings, I know that we'll face it together. We'll navigate the darkness and find each other, its what we do" he replied, squeezing her hand gently.

Wednesday: "I suppose it's true what they say. Love can be a wicked and powerful force," she said, her voice tinged with playfulness and vulnerability. Y/n leaned closer, his gaze locked with hers.

Y/N: "Yes, but it's a beautiful kind of wickedness," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering devotion. They sealed their words with a tender kiss, their hearts beating in sync, they would navigate the shadows, embrace the unknown, and create their own extraordinary story. Wednesday falls asleep on the male by resting her head on his chest as her legs and arms wrap around his heated body he lets her get comfortable on him, and kisses her forehead, whilst pulling the blanket over them both. 

The next morning 

Wednesday: " y/n... y/n wake up we have fencing class to get to" the macabre girl tries to wake y/n up 

Y/N: " look Mi rosa oscura I know your trying to make a good first impression, but you can still wake me up with the taser" the male said struggling to open his eyes

 Wednesday: "gladly" the pale girl says jolting the taser into his side with a playful smirk.  

Enid: " first of all what did he call you, and secondly how does that taser not affect you y/n." Enid shrieked from the other side of the room now all dressed for school. Y/n gently adjusted to the lights in the room, his gaze fixed on Wednesday as he tenderly kissed her cold, yet soft hand. A faint smile played on his lips as he spoke, revealing a nickname he had given her.

Y/N: "Mi rosa oscura," he said, his voice filled with affection. 

Y/N: "It means 'my dark rose' in Spanish. "Wednesday's expression remained unchanged, her sly smirk hinting at a hidden depth behind her enigmatic persona. She continued the conversation, shedding light on Y/n's extraordinary abilities.

Wednesday: "No one knows the exact name for his ability," she explained, her tone blunt and matter-of-fact. 

Wednesday: "But it essentially amplifies all his senses to an incredible degree. It makes him ten times smarter, stronger, and faster than any ordinary person in the world."

Enid, the bright and inquisitive girl listened with awe. Her curiosity led her to inquire further, wondering if Y/n's appearance undergoes any transformations due to his extraordinary powers. However, before she could receive an answer, she turned around only to find the couple had vanished.

Intrigued, Enid swiftly grabbed her phone and opened a video she had recorded the previous night. The sound of a familiar tune emanated from the speakers, captivating her attention. As the melody filled the room, she couldn't help but wonder where Wednesday and Y/n had disappeared to, their presence lingering only in the echoes of the music. The room filled with the sound of clanging sabers and grunts as the dark couple made their entrance.

Wednesday donned a sleek black fencing uniform, while Y/n sported a deep, midnight purple fencing attire. Their gaze scanned the room, landing on Bianca who was engaged in a duel against a feeble opponent. The boy let out a gasp, seeking solace in his excuse.

???: "Coach, it isn't fair. She...she tripped me," he pleaded, scrambling to his feet. The coach, a stern man with a thick accent, cast a disapproving glance at the boy.

Coach: "It was a clean strike, Rowan. If you spent less time whining and more time practicing, you might stand a chance."

Bianca, unpleased by her effortless victory, turned her attention to the room, seeking a worthy opponent. Her eyes locked with Wednesday's, a challenge shimmering within her gaze.

Bianca: "Ah, seriously, Coach? When will I encounter real competition?" Bianca taunted, her tone laced with confidence. Y/n leaned in close to Wednesday, his voice filled with a joyful encouragement.

Y/N: "Go have fun mi amor," he whispered in her ear, eliciting a look of uncertainty from her, as if questioning the situation. Wednesday accepted the invitation. She strode forward, her raven-colored braids cascading down her shoulders, as she faced off against the taller, Bianca.

Bianca: "You must be the psychopath they let in," Bianca sneered, attempting to provoke a reaction from the pale goth girl. 

Bianca: "Where's your boyfriend? I hear he's cute. I might see what he's all about."Wednesday's teeth gritted, her brows furrowing with intensity.

Wednesday: "And you must be the self-appointed queen bee," she retorted, her tone dripping with lethal calmness. 

Wednesday: "Here's an interesting fact about bees pull out their stingers, they drop dead. "Bianca's confident smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of discomfort in her eyes. Wednesday's menacing words lingered in the air, sending a shiver down the spines of those present. A collective "oooh" erupted from the onlookers, captivated by the clash of formidable personalities. The tension in the room grew palpable as all eyes focused on the looming duel between the gothic enigma and the self-proclaimed queen bee, eager to witness the clash of two powerful forces. A boy with long hair approached Y/n with a gleeful smile, recognizing him as Y/n Grayson, a name that seemed familiar.

???: "Hey, Y/n Grayson, right? I've heard about your family," the boy said, his curiosity evident. the green-eyed boy was slightly puzzled but still responded with a hint of confusion,

Y/N: "Yeah, that's me. Sorry, how do you know about my family? And who are you?" The long-haired boy introduced himself as Xavier, his smile unwavering.

Xavier: "I'm Xavier, and as for how I know, you'll have to be patient to find out," he replied cryptically, extending his hand for a handshake, which Y/n accepted. 

Xavier: "Is it true what Bianca said? Are you that girl's boyfriend?" Y/n's voice dripped with sarcasm as he answered, 

Y/N: "No, I'm her uncle," causing Xavier to give him a concerned look. Y/n quickly clarified,

Y/N: "Of course, I'm her boyfriend. I was just being sarcastic. But, well, your simple mind couldn't keep up, could it? Weren't you the one who used to date Bianca?" Xavier sighed, his expression revealing a touch of regret.

Xavier: "Unfortunately, that is true. We ended on bad terms. Let's leave it at that. Well, I'll catch you around," he said, walking out of the room. Bianca, annoyed by the girl's scrutinizing gaze,

Bianca: "Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense. He's not helpless he's just lazy," she retorted sharply. Y/n snapped back to the situation, refocusing on the impending duel. Wednesday, her demeanor unaffected, addressed Bianca with her signature stoicism. 

Wednesday: "You were the one who wanted a challenge. So, are we doing this or not?" she asked, her voice devoid of emotion. Taking her stance, Wednesday received a nod from Bianca, who mirrored her position. The room fell into a hushed silence as the spectators formed a circle around the two combatants, with Y/n now positioned at the forefront.

Coach: "En garde,"The coach commanded, throwing his hand out to initiate the duel.

With quick speed, Bianca launched herself towards Wednesday, her saber aimed directly at her opponent's head. But Wednesday's movements were as fluid as a shadow, effortlessly deflecting each strike with remarkable ease. Bianca's frustration grew evident in the clenching of her teeth and the fire in her eyes. Determined to break through Wednesday's defenses, she unleashed a fierce and powerful attack, pouring all her strength into the swing.

Yet, in a display of grace and agility, Wednesday sidestepped the onslaught, her body moving with uncanny precision. Time seemed to slow as Wednesday smoothly twisted her wrist, redirecting the force of Bianca's strike away from her own body and towards her opponent's gut. The hilt of the saber struck Bianca's protective gear, sending a jolt through her, but avoiding any injury. The room erupted with a mixture of awe, admiration, and disbelief. The audience, completely captivated by the elegance and skill displayed, gasped in unison. It was a masterful maneuver, a testament to Wednesday's dexterity and calculated movements. As the realization of the strike settled in, the room was filled with an electrifying energy, and a chorus of applause.

Coach: "Point to Wednesday," the coach announced, acknowledging her victorious strike.

The room erupted in whispers and murmurs, impressed by Wednesday's skill and precision. The intense duel had captivated everyone's attention, the atmosphere charged with anticipation and excitement. The tension in the room reached its peak as the two girls squared off once more, their determination at an all time high. This time, the duel took on a more intense and intimate quality, with their movements intricately woven in a mesmerizing dance of skill and strategy. Bianca, fueled by her previous frustration, attacked with newfound ferocity.

She launched a series of lightning-fast strikes, each one aimed precisely at Wednesday's defenses. The clash of the sabers filled the room, reverberating with a symphony of metal meeting metal. Wednesday met each strike head-on, her reflexes sharp and her focus unwavering. The two adversaries circled each other with an almost preternatural grace, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. As the duel escalated, Bianca seized an opportunity when Wednesday executed a daring mid-air flip. In a swift and unexpected move, Bianca capitalized on the momentary vulnerability, expertly maneuvering her sabers to push forcefully against Wednesday's arm. The impact sent a jolt of shock through Wednesday's body, but she refused to let it break her focus. Gritting her teeth, Wednesday drew upon her reserves of strength and resilience.

The room fell into a momentary hush as Coach stepped forward, his authoritative presence commanding attention.

Coach: "seems the score is even," Coach declared, his voice resonating with an air of impartiality. Bianca, unable to let go of her earlier defeat, responded with a cocky confidence.

Bianca: "That first point was clearly luck. Let's finish this," she taunted, her voice laced with arrogance. Wednesday, annoyed by Bianca's bravado, locked eyes with Y/n, finding reassurance in his nod of approval. Turning her attention back to Coach, she made a bold proposition.

Wednesday: "For this final point," Wednesday declared, her voice steady and determined, 

Wednesday: "I would like to invoke a military rule no masks, no tips." Her words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere in the room. An excited murmur rippled through the spectators, each person understanding the significance of this unconventional request. The tension in the room grew palpable, the anticipation building with each passing second. Coach's brows furrowed slightly, considering Wednesday's proposal. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement. 

Coach: "Very well it's your call Bianca," he acquiesced, granting Wednesday's request. The room erupted in a chorus of approving whispers and excited murmurs, acknowledging the heightened intensity that would accompany this final exchange. With a commanding presence, Wednesday delivered her final stipulation. 

Wednesday: "Winner draws first blood," she declared, her voice resonating with a mix of determination and unwavering confidence. Her words hung in the air, carrying a weight that left everyone in the room on edge, eagerly awaiting the climactic conclusion of the duel.

Bianca: " let's see if you bleed black and white" she says.

The energy in the room surged, each person keenly aware of the gravity of the moment. All eyes were fixed on the two formidable adversaries, Wednesday and Bianca, as they prepared to engage in the ultimate test of skill, endurance, and courage. As their fierce and heated battle unfolded, the room became a whirlwind of movement and sound.

Wednesday and Bianca clashed sabers with an intensity that would bound to snap the sabers from each clash. Each step they took was calculated and precise, their bodies displaying a remarkable blend of grace and strength. Their blades met with a thunderous clash, the force of their strikes sending vibrations through their hands.

They maneuvered fluidly, their footwork swift and agile, crossing from one side of the room to the other in a display of breathtaking athleticism. The spectators watched in awe as the two combatants pushed the boundaries of their skills, their determination fueling the intensity of their duel. Amidst the clashing of sabers, a distinct sound cut through the air the unmistakable slice of metal meeting flesh. Every eye turned upward, their gazes fixed on Wednesday and Bianca.

To their astonishment, they discovered that both fighters had suffered wounds. A slice adorned Wednesday's head, blood trickling down her forehead, while Bianca bore a cut that ran from her eyebrow to the edge of her cheekbone.A collective gasp escaped the onlookers, their admiration mingling with concern for the combatants. Wednesday, still processing the sight of her own blood, glanced at her hands in shock. In that moment, Bianca's gaze met hers, and they shared a mutual realization. Despite their fierce rivalry, the sight of their mirrored wounds forged a newfound respect between them, a recognition of the shared intensity they had brought to the duel.

In a silent gesture of acknowledgement, Wednesday and Bianca turned and nodded to each other. The mutual respect was undeniable, even amidst their lingering rivalry . The room hummed with a palpable sense of awe and admiration for their extraordinary display of skill and determination. Coach, who had witnessed countless fencing duels throughout his teaching career, was taken aback by the spectacle before him. He stepped forward, his voice filled with awe and reverence.

Coach: "My god, in all my years of teaching, I've never seen such a spectacular saber duel. It's a draw," he declared, his words resonating with the weight of his experience and the undeniable truth of the moment. While the outcome was a tie, it was clear to everyone present that Bianca had the worse of the wounds. Her cut, noticeably deeper, served as a testament to the immense strength and precision of Wednesday's final strike. The room filled with a mixture of admiration, concern, and a newfound appreciation for the resilience and courage displayed by both competitors. Wednesday and Y/n walked together towards the med bay,

Wednesday: "Who was that boy you were talking to?" Wednesday inquired, directing her question to Y/n. Y/n brushed off the question with a dismissive wave.

Y/N: "Oh, just Xavier Thorpe, the ex-lover. He introduced himself and asked about our relationship," he replied casually. Wednesday's expression shifted, displaying a hint of disgust.

Wednesday: "I hope he didn't ask because he caught feelings," Wednesday mused, her voice tinged with distaste.Y/n shook his head.

Y/N: "No, I don't think so. He was merely curious to know if what Bianca had said was true," he assured her.

Wednesday: "Well, she was wrong," Wednesday stated bluntly, her words carrying a note of finality. Y/n's reaction was one of surprise and slight panic.

Y/N: "Wait, what?" he exclaimed, caught off guard by Wednesday's unexpected comment. As a blush painted her cheeks, she struggled to find the right words to convey her thoughts.

Wednesday: "You're not cute... you are criminally handsome, wait no, devilishly handsome is better," she managed to say, playing it off as though it were a casual remark. 

Y/N: "You're struggling with compliments today, huh?" he teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they walked towards the med bay. Wednesday sighed, her lips curving into a small smile.

Wednesday: "I suppose so. But you know I mean every word, even if I can't articulate it perfectly," she admitted, her voice softer now.

Y/N: "I know, Wednesday. And your words always mean the world to me, even if they're not always spoken," he replied, gently squeezing her shoulder. As they entered the med bay, they were greeted by the school nurse, who looked at Wednesday's cut with concern.

Nurse: "Oh my, that's quite a deep cut. Let me clean it up and apply some antiseptic," she said, gesturing for Wednesday to sit on one of the examination tables. Wednesday complied, while Y/n stood by her side, holding her hand for support. The nurse carefully cleaned the cut and applied the necessary treatment, all while making sure Wednesday was comfortable.

Nurse: "There you go, all patched up. Just keep an eye on it, and if you experience any pain or swelling, come back and see me, alright?" seeking medical attention for Wednesday's cut, Wednesday noticed Rowan's presence nearby. Rowan, with a tinge of self-deprecating humor,

Rowan: "I always thought I would be the only outcast in a school full of outcasts, but it seems you're another one as well," he chuckled.

Rowan: "Sorry about the cut, though. I heard Bianca got the worst of it."Wednesday shrugged nonchalantly.

Wednesday: "Well, no good deed goes unpunished," she remarked, her tone carrying a hint of resignation. Wednesday thanked the nurse for her assistance. As they left the med bay, Y/n turned to Wednesday with a gentle expression.

Y/N: "You know, you never fail to impress in your fencing matches. I've never seen anyone match you like Bianca did ," he said, admiration shining in his eyes. Wednesday shrugged nonchalantly, but a hint of pride flickered in her gaze.

Wednesday: "I suppose it was a good challenge. And it would've been more satisfying to prove myself against her" she admitted, her voice tinged with a mix of satisfaction and humility.

Y/N: "Well, you definitely earned the respect of everyone there, including Bianca. She may not show it, but I think she now respects your skills," Y/n reassured her. Wednesday glanced at Y/n

Wednesday: "why do you have to be so supportive Y/n," she said.

Y/N: "I'll always be there for you, Wednesday. Through all the victories and defeats," he replied, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Y/n's eyes widened and his heightened senses detected a loud scraping noise.

Before he even had a chance to open his eyes fully from a quick blink, his superhuman reflexes kicked in. In a split second, he pushed Wednesday out of harm's way and effortlessly extended one arm to catch a massive cement gargoyle that was hurtling towards them. The astonishing display of strength and agility left everyone who was watching in awe.

From a distance, Xavier watched in disbelief, his eyes struggling to comprehend the speed of Y/n's movements. He was astounded by how effortlessly Y/n had saved Wednesday, all while calmly blinking his eyes. Y/n, aware of Xavier's presence, spoke with an air of confidence.

Y/N: "I can hear you breathing over there, Xavier," he stated, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. Xavier was taken aback, realizing that Y/n had nailed his name down just by his breathing.Xavier rushed over to where Y/n stood, still in awe of the superhuman abilities he had witnessed. Y/n, seemingly unaware of his own strength, instinctively handed the massive gargoyle to Xavier, who looked at it with a mix of awe and trepidation.

Xavier: "You know I can't hold that, right?" Xavier managed to say. Y/n chuckled and realized his oversight.

Y/N: "Oh, right. Here, just take Wednesday back to the nurse," he said, passing Wednesday back to Xavier. With a confident leap, Y/n effortlessly ascended to the rooftop, which towered above him. He returned the gargoyle to its original position with precision before gracefully descending back to the ground, completely unharmed. Y/n made his way back to the med bay, where he found Wednesday and Xavier engaged in conversation. Curiosity piqued, Wednesday took Xavier's phone and played a recording of the astonishing event that had just played out. Observing the playback, Wednesday's disbelief transformed into gratitude. 

Wednesday: "If he didn't have this video, I would have thought he was exaggerating about your speed," she admitted, her voice filled with sincerity. She now sported a visible bruise on her cheek, prompting Y/n to tenderly caress it with his fingers. A tinge of sadness filled Y/n's voice as he expressed concern, 

Y/N: "You have a bruise... Did I do that?" he had never intended to harm her. Xavier chimed in, mentioning that the nurse had pointed out a bump on Wednesday's head.

Y/N: "Thank you for your input," he acknowledged Xavier's comment, his attention remaining focused on Wednesday as he held her close. With unwavering determination, Wednesday reassured Y/n, 

Wednesday: "I don't care about the bruise. It will fade away," Her words resonated with heartfelt sincerity, and Y/n cradled her head in his embrace.

Suddenly, Xavier's phone received a notification, interrupting the tender moment. With Wednesday still holding the device, Xavier politely asked for it back. As she prepared to return it she accidentally pressed the notification. In an instant, a familiar song began playing from the device, filling the room with a familiar melody.

🎶I need you like your my home to kick up my feet and rest my soul, now I'm here knocking at your door so give me your key and let my heart go Dum de Dum, Dum de Dum yeah, Dum de Dum 🎶 Xavier's surprise turned into excitement as he listened to the captivating song playing from his phone.

However, his joy quickly turned to bewilderment as he recognized the voice behind the melody.

Xavier: "Wait a minute... Y/n, is that you?" His eyes widened as he looked at the couple, only to witness their faces contort into pale expressions. A wave of unease washed over them, causing them to sink down. Y/n's voice trembled as he mustered the courage to speak,

Y/N: "C- Can I see that, please?" His request was met with Xavier handing him the phone, his own expression filled with fear. Wednesday leaned in closer, her relief showed as they realized that only Y/n could be seen in the video. They glanced at each other, sharing a sigh of relief. The video appeared to be recorded from Enid's perspective, capturing Y/n's performance.

Wednesday: "Hey, amore, it's not that bad." She let out another sigh, relieved that it remained intact. Y/n pouted, expressing his disappointment, 

Y/N: "I know, but that song was meant to be for your ears only."

Wednesday: "I'm sure you'll write more," Wednesday comforted him, reminding him of his artistic talent and the potential for future creations. Suddenly, their dorm room door swung open, revealing Y/n and Wednesday on the other side. Enid, sensing the weight of their expressions, realized that they had discovered her secret .Enid, trying to lighten the mood,

Enid: "Hey, roomies, you're famous now, Y/n!" She excitedly displayed the number of followers and views on the fake Y/n Grayson Instagram account she had set up. The account had gained thousands of followers and garnered a substantial amount of views, capturing the attention of the entire campus.