Wednesday wasn’t the type of person to fall in love. She despised it. She never wanted to be like her father who was hopelessly in love with her mother. It disgusted her. But for you, she would love you in every universe. She didn’t know why she loved you. You were younger than her and she was 16. But you were mature for your age. She knew that and everyone else knew that. You had a heart of gold. You were kind, a total sweetheart, and maintained good grades. The teachers adored you and so did the students maybe a little too much for Wednesday’s liking. She knew you were overly friendly, the type to help old people cross the street. You were the complete opposite of her but she was drawn to you. She was obsessed with you.

You were both in class listening to whatever the teacher said but Wednesday couldn’t focus. Her eyes kept going back to you and that short skirt you were wearing. She wanted to rip it of- No Wednesday shut up. She thought to herself while she stared at you.