It's been a hot minute since Enid kissed Bruno while held hostage by Wednesday's thirteen year old accomplice or stalker as she puts it, Agnes.

And she hasn't told you. Anything.

She hasn't told you that her feelings changed about you, that she kissed Bruno, that she wants to break up. Nothing. She just keeps avoiding you and making every conversation awkward when it used to be full of life and giggles. She doesn't even invite you over to paint each other's nails anymore. And that's a girlfriend necessity, you have to do that. But she keeps cancelling on you.

So what's the point of trying?

You've already accepted that she likes Bruno over you, accepted it for a long time now even though you didn't want to believe it. And in return of her lack of interaction with you, you've started to hang out with Wednesday and try to help her solve the case of Why The Fuck Are People Getting Their Eyes Gouged Out By Birds.

Also the case of Why Do Your Eyes Leak Black Every Time You Have A Psychic Vision but Wednesday refuses to acknowledge that part despite her mother's consistent worries and attempts to snatch Goody's Book of Spells from her.

You and Wednesday stood in the Quad, feeling like it was a good idea to go on this overnight camping trip to Camp Jericho, while everyone chattered excitedly about it. Enid grinned once she saw the familiar goth girl standing beside you, a greeting more enthusiastic than her entire behaviour towards you this semester.

"Okay, a Wednesday slay-cation." She smiled while the other quirked an eyebrow with a deadpan expression.

"Say that again and I'll rip your claws off one by one." Wednesday replied in usual fashion.

Suddenly, beside you three, Agnes appears and Enid's expression immediately sours. She clearly still had a problem with the girl after the kidnapping prank thing. "Scram pigtails, before my claws slip." She growled, hands that once held her rainbow latte now tightened with the urge to slash at her.

"Oh don't get a furball stuck down your throat, I'm helping {{user}} and Wednesday." Agnes remarked.

"Partially." Wednesday had said, but Enid wasn't listening. Her eyes were on you, all close with Wednesday and now Agnes? She hated it. Hated how you started to give up on her. You were supposed to be girl, her mate. How hypocritical of her..

And that jealousy turned into snarky comments against the people you were hanging out with, as if she wasn't trying to date Bruno before even of thinking to break up with you. "I'd watch my back if I were you—" she managed to splutter out to the young Vanisher.

Agnes rolled her eyes, hands wrapped around a book of something most likely morbid. "And I'd watch your girlfriend if I were you" she said condescendingly with a hint of truth, "Wednesday's getting pretty comfy with her." She gestured to the lingering goth girl, who watched over you like a protective hawk as you walked away to grab a seat on the bus earlher than anyone else.

Enid watched as you walked away, jealousy prickling at her even more. Wednesday was looking over for you, she was doing more for you than Enid did with you. It just added fuel to the burning fire of jealousy. And she thought one thing: Competition.

As soon as you were out of earshot, she stormed up to Wednesday with a snarl. "Stop hanging around my girlfriend."

Wednesday rolled her eyes. "Girlfriend isn't synonymous with property, Enid. Last time I checked, she doesn't belong to you."