Y/N sat at his usual bench in the quad. He would often sit with those he called his friends- Ajax, Xavier, Enid- and of course his girlfriend, Wednesday, who he had been dating for the past few months. They would sit together every lunch- without fail, like it was a ritual- which is why he was so perplexed when neither Enid or Wednesday showed up one afternoon.
His food sat in front of him and Ajax sat to his right. The pair conversed with one another as they ate- more than likely discussing the negatives of having clingy girlfriends (although Y/N wouldn't change Wednesday's newfound clinginess for anything). It had been a learning curve for the both of them. When he first met Wednesday, she struggled to even brush hands with him- never mind hold hands. She seemed like the type that liked her personal space to be just that- personal, but when it came to him- it was as if the coin was flipped to the other side.
Y/N took a bite out of his BLT sandwich when Xavier took his usual position to Ajax's left. "No Enid or Wednesday today?" He questioned the two as he sat down, placing his own lunch down on the bench. Y/N glanced at what he had- guessing it was some sort of burrito.
Y/N sighed and shook his head slightly. "I was with her this morning before class." He spoke, looking towards the empty spot beside him. It felt foreign to him- not having Wednesday's hand on his thigh or head on his shoulder. "She seemed short."
"She is short." Ajax tuned in- his mouth filled with his pesto pasta, clearly mistaking the meaning behind his friend's words as he so often did. He wasn't the brightest spark and Y/N was fairly certain that no two brain cells could be active in his mind at once, but Ajax had his moments.
Y/N shook his head, simply rolling his eyes rather than correcting him. "Shorter than usual, like she was peeved with me or something." He muttered with a sigh. "What about Enid- you seen her today?" Y/N asked.
Ajax shook his head. "No. He answered plainly before taking a hefty bite out of his pasta pot- his teeth scraping along the metal fork as he pulled the food off, making Y/N cringe at the sound. Ajax didn't often get on his nerves- but his eating habits certainly did. Unlike Xavier on the other hand, who was constantly on his nerves.
Xavier smirked smugly as he unwrapped the aluminium foil from around his bean burrito. Y/N raised a brow as he caught sight of his expression- and Xavier only snickered. "See, being single isn't so bad, huh?" Xavier mocked.
Y/N rolled his eyes once more at Xavier's false pride. "Yeah- because everyone else rejected your ass because no one can take your shit." Y/N bit back, shaking his head. He watched as Xavier's disposition faltered as he appeared dejected. From the corner of his eye, Y/N could see a small crowd forming. This wasn't uncommon in the quad- many people gathered together to discuss the latest gossip and what not- but this crowd was growing in size and volume.
Y/N turned his attention to the ball of figures and just about caught a glimpse of one girl trying to hold another back. A smirk grew on his lips. He nudged Ajax with his elbow to catch his attention, and once he had it, he nodded towards the mass of figures. "Look at those two idiots about to fight." He muttered with an amused grin.
Ajax wore his traditional grin as he looked in the direction of the growing crowd. His smile faded. "Isn't that your idiot?" He asked with knitted brows and narrowed eyes as he tried to focus in on the shortest figure in the crowd- the one being held back.
Upon a more careful look, Y/N could make out a small girl with jet black hair- who had a very agitated expression on her features. His smile dropped. "Shit." Was all he muttered before he scrambled from his seat.
Each stride grew with urgency as the shouts and jeers became louder and louder the closer he got. It wasn't like Wednesday to be so public with an altercation- usually she would slip something into the antagonists water or put fire ants in their pillows- never had he seen her try to tear someone's head from their neck in front of a whole crowd.
Y/N didn't bother apologizing as he shouldered and barged his way through the ring of bodies. It became quite clear why Wednesday and Enid had not shown up at their usual bench for lunch- Enid was holding Wednesday back while another girl jeered and heckled the raven haired figure.
As he grew closer, he got a better look at the other girl- who was seemingly backed by a group of her own friends. Jessica Cassidy was her name, an odd girl- but then again, it was more strange to be normal in a place like Nevermore Academy. She wasn't exactly a popular girl either- moreso the type of student that follows the heard like an obedient sheep.
While Wednesday profusely attempted to fight her way out of Enid's grip, Y/N took hold of her wrist any attempted to pull her away from the scene- with no luck however. She was completely feral- teeth bared and breathing heavily- she hadn't even realised that it was him trying to stop her.
He looked at Enid who had a worried look and they nodded at one another. Y/N leant down as his shoulder met her midriff before an arm wrapped around her.
"No! Get the hell off of me!" She hissed through grinding teeth. Y/N ignored her and proceeded to lift her over his shoulder. Wednesday kicked her legs and pounded her small fists into his back, which took him by surprise with how much each hit stung. Despite her small frame, she could certainly build some momentum with her hands. "You can't manhandle me- what do you think you are doing?" Her voice grew in volume.
Still ignoring her, Y/N proceeded to push back through the crowd while Wednesday kicked and screamed- even unintentionally kicking a few peers as they failed to evade her in time. It pained him to treat her in such a way- he knew she was going to be mad at him for a while in consequence of it, but at least she wouldn't take anyone's larynx for now.
Once the two had escaped the vicious crowd and the adversary who had been jeering Wednesday on- Y/N exited the quad with all gazes burning his back- her Wednesday still over his shoulder, and he didn't stop walking until her hitting and kicking had stopped. He set her down.
Wednesday's arms folded across her chest as she glared up at Y/N- rage still burning and blazingly visible in her eyes. The look made his skin itch with prickling heat. A silence that could only ever be found in death settled between them as the two just stared at one another.
Y/N was the first to force a break in the silence. "Are you going to tell me what that was about?" He questioned, his voice relatively calm given the unusual situation.
"No." Wednesday spat bluntly- not a single part of her furious expression faltered as she spoke.
His brows perked up and lowered as soon as they did. He shook his head and sighed as he began slowly pacing the width of the corridor they had ended up at. "Okay then," He began with his back turned to her. His hands shoved into his pockets. He turned on his heels. "I guess I'll just have to ask Enid instead, it seems as though she was there to see whatever it was that set you off." He told her, shrugging his shoulders.
"No." She once again uttered, but this time her demeanor faltered slightly- perhaps through embarrassment or pride- either seemed equally applicable. "It was nothing." She followed up.
Y/N scoffed. "Really?" He question.
She gave a single nod. "Yes, really." She assured.
Wednesday was lying and Y/N knew it. He could tell she was trying to force his reassurance into a false sense of neutrality- as to remove all tension from the situation. It was not working.
"People don't get angry over nothing, Wednesday. Not even you." He pushed. He watched as her gaze fell to her feet but she remained strong against him. "Fine." He muttered. He didn't have much to leverage over her- but he did have one thing. "From now on you are not allowed to touch me- until you tell me what happened."
Wednesday's head shot up and her lips parted in disbelief. "What?" She spat.
"You heard me." He muttered. "That means no hugging, no holding hands, no kissing, no cuddling- I don't even want you to tap my shoulder when I fall asleep in class- none of it, until you tell me what pissed you off." He listed.
Wednesday could have cried on the spot- she knew she couldn't go more than a day without seeing him and less than a few hours without touching him. Her lips perused together.
He waited a few moments- to see if she would falter and fall into his trap, but she didn't. He could see the conflict on her features though, and it made him feel truly guilty. "Right then, I guess I'll see you in anatomy class." Y/N told her before turning away from her and heading back towards the quad. He had left his sandwich unattended for too long- he could only hope that Ajax hadn't seized the opportunity and eaten it himself.
"Wait- I'll tell you." He heard Wednesday's small voice call. Wednesday felt so embarrassed for herself- mostly because she knew that what started the fight was something so pathetic.
He stopped in his stride- having only moved a couple of metres away from her. He turned on his heels and raised his brows expectingly. "Go on." He urged
Her eyes once more met the floor below her- her lips twitching each time she went to give her explaination. Eventually however, she managed to untangle her tongue. "She said that she was going to... Take you from me." She said quietly- so quiet that Y/N only made out a few words.
"Pardon? I didn't hear you." He spoke.
"Jenny Cassidy said that you are too good for me and that she was going to take you from me." She repeated and expanded, speaking louder this time.
His brows perked in surprise. He never knew Wednesday could be so territorial- or care about what other thought. In truth, he almost found it heartwarming- knowing how feral the thought of loosing him made her- like she wouldn't resist in decapitating Jenny Cassidy if she were given the opportunity. A smirk grew on his lips. "You're joking." He half jeered- teasing her.
The anger returned to her features as she looked through her brows to see him approaching her once more. She hesitated to let him slip his hand into her own cold ones but ultimately she allowed it. Just feeling his skin against her own was enough to soothe her rage. She exhaled deeply out of her nose. "I am not joking." She blandly uttered.
"Wends', do you really think I would leave you for anyone?" He questioned, the almost smug smirk still plastering his lips. "Natalie Portman could burst through that wall, pick me off my feet and ask me on a date- and I would still say no." He joked, laughing at his own words.
Wednesday remained straight faced. "Who the hell is Natalie Portman?" She asked, completely clueless.
His jaw dropped a little as he attempted to answer- but instead he shook his head. "It doesn't matter who she is- my point is, anyone could ask me out and I'd still say no." He ranted, trailing his thumb over her knuckles. "How do I say it... eres el unico para la carne." He uttered, pouring every ounce of love and affection he had in his warm heart into his words.
"Isn't the phrase, 'You're the only one for me?'" She questioned, leaning into him slightly as she raised a brow.
"Yeah... What did I say?" He asked with a confused look.
A smile came to her lips. "You're the only one for meat." She answered while she pushed up onto the tips of her toes- her free hand wrapping around his wrist as to push herself further before she placed a delicate kiss on his cheek. "It was a good try, mi vÃbora." She muttered.
He sighed. "Thank you, my little demon." He murmured back. "Now have you calmed down? Because I didn't get to finish my sandwich." He told her.
"Yes." She answered. "What sandwich did you have?" She questioned.
"Bacon, lettuce and tomato." He answered while the two began walking down the long, cold corridor. "Why?"
"May I have half? I'll trade you half of my tortilla." She offered, looking up at her lover- their hands still intertwined.
"Sure." He responded with a firm nod. "That's if there's any left." He muttered.
"Why wouldn't there be any left? You said you never got to finish it." She asked. He didn't answer, opting to just look ahead instead. She put together the answer herself. A grin formed. "You left it with Ajax." She spoke. Seeing his defeated expression, she knew she was correct. She shook her head and her dark braids swung as she did so. "Rookie mistake, mi amor. Rookie mistake."