Little soda pop

Last night was a reminder, a reminder that you were willing to do anything for him. Anything for a man that was clueless about your feelings. With a heavy sigh, you opened the door to the agency. Dropping down onto your chair. Checking yourself one last time through a small mirror. Touching the skin beneath your eyes for soreness.

The tears had finally dried up, the feeling still linguered. Hoping it wouldn't be too present to anyone there had been tears. Moving the mirror away, you took a deep breath. Already telling yourself you were willing to give him another chance. A chance to excuse his tardiness with hopingly a pretty good excuse.

Eying the clock, you knew he'd come in soon. Feeling a bit nervous. Something you normally weren't. Today was different. Today you wanted an answer. Your posture stiffened upon the door opening. Ben Reilly entering non-chalantly. Hummingly he hung his hat away. The smell of liquor and a soft hint of perfume still followed him.

Pulling your nose up, you felt disgusted. Any feeling of wanting an answer vanished away. There was hatred. Hatred that he clearly had been out drinking. That he clearly spend time with a woman, who you could already have a guess at, but didn't want it to be real.

"Morning Y/n." Reilly called out amusingly, having hung his coat away. Hand clenched around your pen. "Today is a fine day isn't it?" Hands on his hip, he took a deep exhale. Your hand began to shake with frustration, anger that he seemed to not recollect last nights promise. In that moment you loathed him.

Pressing your lips together, you knew you'd shout unkindly words to him if you let yourself. Turning your head firmly away, you simply ignored him. Reilly furrowed his brows, approaching your desk chuckling. "Morning Y/n." He repeated, having placed his hands down on your desk.

Waiting for an answer of you. The smell of liquor and rose perfume swallowed around you like a tight grip. Thickening your throat from within to stuffle out a cough. The silly smile on his face, angered you. Grabbing the horn, you faked a call. Hoping he would take the hint and leave. After a solid 30 seconds, he seemed to understand.

Taking his leave to his own desk in the back. Quietly you hung up, exhaling soft at your own actions. Hating to be so cold toward him, but he could only blame himself. You felt stupid. Stupider than ever, thinking he'd show an interest in you. Why would he, when he had Cat Hardy's charm.

He didn't need to give you an answer, for you already knew his. He had forgotten about you. Rather spending time drinking with someone else. There were a few attempts Reilly made towards your desk. Each time, you pretended to be occupied. Taking a call, organizing files around, … Always the buzzy bee so he wouldn't have a chance. Not wanting him to have a chance.

Reilly's office door was closed. At last you felt like having a breather. Door to the angecy opening. Looking surprised at Robbie. Robbie glanced at the closed door, shuffling curiously your way. Coming to sit down on the edge of your desk. "So…" He began, wiggling his eyebrows towards you.

In all fairness, you had forgotten to inform him about last night. "Are you two…" pointing between Reilly's desk and yours. "getting familiar?" Chuckling at himself for being so smooth. You quickly shushed him to lower his voice. "What?" Robbie questioned, noticing the silent within you. Normally you would already be telling his ears off with details. Now you remained quiet.

Both your heads turned upon Reilly's office door opening. "Robbie?" Reilly called out. The whiff of linguring liquor reaching Robbie as well. Making him cough softly. "Not here." You said, getting up. Grabbing Robbie by his tie. Pulling him away towards the dark room. Shutting the door firm behind you. There were knocks on the door. Reilly asking for enterance.

Wondering why the door was blocked. With your body pressed against it, you didn't want him here. "It's private!" You called out in a hard tone. Knocks and footsteps dimming out. Exhaling loud, you slouched a bit down against the door. "What is going on?" Robbie wanted to know. You locked the door, moving closer to the hanging pictures.

"I don't want to talk about last night Robbie." You told him. Taking one of the tweezers, mindlessly swaying it throught the liquid. You sensed Robbie coming closer, leaning against the table. "What happend?" Asking with concern in his voice. "What happend is nothing." You answered. Robbie could tell from the tone in your voice something was bothering you.

Something had cracked you. He tilted your chin up with his thumb, wanting you to look at him. Even within the dimly lit room, he could tell there had been tears. A lot of them. "What did he do?" Seriousness bubbling in the tone of his voice. Slouching your shoulders, you turned your gaze away.

"He…he… didn't show…" Spilling the beans to him. Robbie stared confused back at you. "That man smells like a liquor store!" Hinting the fact he had indeed been drinking. Heavily. Humming soflty, you came leaning against the table across from Robbie. "Just not with me…with someone who wears a rose perfume." Filling him in with the detail.

Scratching his chin, he recollected, smelling the faintest of rose smell among him. "It's Cat isn't it?" Hating to be right. Robbie's eyes widened for a bit. "No…" Voice shrieking a crack up. "No…" Lowering the depts more. Sighing soft, you closed your eyes for a moment. "You don't have to lie to me Robbie." Replying defeated.

Robbie moved closer, letting his hands go up our arms. "I'm sorry he's such a dick." He let out. "I'm going to tell him." Determined, he let go of you. Making his way to the door. "What? No!" You panicked, rushing towards him. Slamming your side to the slowly opening door. Robbie's hand hovering in the air, blinking surprised at you.

"You…you can't." You breathed out. "Why not? He stuck you up Y/n, all for a fancy singer." Robbie spoke, disagreeing with your approach. "May…maybe… I just need to come to terms that he'll never see me as anything but his secretary." Voice faltering at hearing yourself give up so easily. "Y/n…" Robbie began. "Please…" Begging him not to get involved.

Robbie sighed, batting his gaze down in defeat. "Alright."

Stepping aside, you let him open the door. Both of you walked out, heading back to where your desk was. Stumbling back at the Robbie's sudden grip on your elbow. Taking a step closer to him. "Will you be alright? Here…now?" Keeping his voice low.

Curling up a smile, you placed your hand against his upper arm. "Don't worry about me." Saying in return. Robbie nodded, eyeing Reilly's office. Reilly's stare piercingly hard. Trying to keep his expression from going to sarasm, he quickly turned away. "Call me if you need anything." Draping his coat over his arm.

Sending you off with a short wave. With the closing of the door, you exhaled soft. Moving back to your desk. "Did…did Robbie needed anything?" Reilly came asking. Hurrying over to your desk, furrowingly brushing his thumb over his lip. Ignoring him for the passing seconds, you filled a glass with water.

Setting it firmly at the edge of your desk. "Maybe sober up!" Stating it clear. Reilly sheepishly approached. Continue to rub his lip nervously. "I…I get the feeling you are angry with me…" Reilly coming in your point of view. "Should I, Mr. Reilly?" Responding bitsy. Your answer took him by surprise.

Blinking confusingly. Chuckling with a few taps to his forehead. "I…I can't seem to remember if I did something to upset you." Almost saying it laughable. As if it was nothing grand. Picking up the glass, you shoved it in his hand. "Then sober the hell up!" Losing your temper over the control of your voice.

Gulping softly, he stared blinkingly at the tone coming from you. Turning half away, he waddled to his own desk… to sober up. Letting your face fall into the palms of your hands, you wanted to cry. Cry for how oblivious he was or simply didn't want to remember. Another sign to you, that you would be nothing more than a secretary to him.

Carrying a pile of documented fileds, you sighed heading towards his desk. Dropping the stack of files with a loud thud on his desk. It startled him a bit. "I need your signature." Pointing at the files that he needed to sign off as fully round up for archive. Already turning on your heel, you wanted to be out of his hair with haste.

A tug on your arm, kept you in place. Slowly turning back to him. "We had plans didn't we…" He spoke. "There were clearly more important plans to you, but I'm just the secretary, right?" Jabbing at him with guilt. He swallowed defeated, he let go of your arm.

You made your way to his door. "I was with Silvermane." He called out, keeping you in place. "Who cares?" You shouted back to him. "Do whatever you want!" Shrugging him off. "But Y/n wait…" Reilly shot up, hand reaching out to you. "I don't need your explination!" Snapping back at him over your shoulder.

Reilly went after you. "Y/n stop." Asking you to remain. Scoffing loud, you hated being here every remaining second. "He invited me…" Reilly continued. "I told you I don't want your bullshit of an explination!" Raging with anger, you tore your coat off the hanger.

"Y/n stop… stop!" Reilly grabbed for your coat, hanging over your arm. Wanting you to stay. You grabbed for the door, opening it slightly. "Just f*ck off!" Shouting over your shoulder. Gasping loud when the door behind you got shut firmly. Reilly's posture leaning in over yours.

Back against the door, you felt trapped. Staring pantingly up to his stern gaze. Arm firm against the door above your head, you swallowed bashful at the closed proximity. His chest rising and falling with heated pants. Trapping you in his gaze, that linguered on yours.

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There was nothing she could do to change her roomie's mind. Cryingly you had declared to renounce the dance entirely. To not go, for what was it even worth. Your sister Enid talked the idea out of your mind. You had to go, you had to be there. If not only to make Wednesday jealous in some way. Enid was well aware you liked girls. Clear as day. She also knew about your likes towards her dark minded roommate. 

She was so confident in your plan that it would work. Also not keeping in mind the persisting presence of the normie that ruined everything. Enid had already made a moodboard for the two of you. Assisting in the perfect attire and accessories. You had been equally swept up in her enthusiasm. Already dreaming away of the perfect night, that had come shattering down. There weren't a lot of options left for the dance. 

Luckily there might be a mutual friend that wanted to help you out. So you picked up your courage, asking him to go as friends. Settling on Xavier. Xavier didn't have a date yet, so he was more than happy to go with you as friends. No restrictions, no expectations. Still bummed you couldn't snatch up a date with Wednesday, you tried to shake it off. Trying to put your mind on having a good time.

Enid and you helped each other get ready. Both wearing white. Doing each other's make-up with colorful eye-shadow. Wanting a bit of you to shine through the white. Laughing together with playful music blasting in the background. "You are killing this look, Y/n." Enid complimented. Shifting her knees on your matrass to reach your eyes better. Doing your eyeshadow with a humming tune. 

"So when is Xavier picking you up?" Exclaiming with a soft squeal. "In twenty minutes or so." Shrugging your shoulder with a glance at the clock. Enid settled down, handing you a mirror. You smiled pleasingly at her work. Enid came to sit down, you following her lead. "Are you excited about Ajax and you?" You asked as she held her hands out to you. 

Enid giggled sheepishly. You offered her many nail polish colours. Pointing one out, you moved the others away. "Well he's going to love your look." Complimenting her whilst polishing her nails. "The world better watch out for us Sinclair sisters." Enid proclaimed, moving her fingers like claws out. 

Laughing loud, you lowered her hands to continue. "If a pack doesn't want us, we'll just start one of our own." You replied, knowing how worried she was about that matter. Enid squealed loud, wrapping her arms around you. "Nails, sister, nails!" Calling out for her to be careful with. "Oops." Sheepishly, she sat herself back down. Shaking your head at her bubbly. You finished doing Enid's nails when there were knocks on the door. 

You opened, welcoming Xavier and Ajax. "Ajax!" Enid exclaimed. "I couldn't wait to pick you up, and I figured you'd be here." He responded, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Enid quickly grabbed her purse, locking an arm with Ajax. Xavier gestured with his head to the hallway. You followed, walking beside him. "You look nice." Xavier complimented. 

"Thanks, you too." You responded feeling a bit awkward. The four of you made your way to the dance. The booming music thumping with an echo through the halls. The closer you got, the clearer the words to the songs became. Enid squealed loud upon arriving.

Feeling a dream had come true. Xavier shrugged his shoulders, offering you a hand. Shruggingly you accepted it. Following as he led you towards the dancefloor. Letting go of your hand. Dancing non-chalantly in front of you. Swaying your hips a bit, you joined in. Not fully committed yet. The awkwardness still present. 

Xavier noticed you looked uncomfortable, reaching for your hand. Catching you by surprise, forcing you to spin under his arm. You laughed, easing into the moment. Having changed position, you had a view of the other side of the dancefloor.

Gaze falling on Wednesday with Tyler. It wasn’t hard to spot her, not in that black dress that stood out from all the white. Her stare hard at you. Gritting your teeth, you laid your arm over Xavier’s shoulder, swaying more into the music. 

Eyes not lingering from Wednesday. Her eyelids slightly narrowed with a firm focus. Swaying her hands from side to side. Shooting them up and down, ruffling against the fabric of her dress. Her date, standing almost perfectly still. Watching her dance is out of the ordinary.

Holding onto Xavier with both hands around his shoulder, you swayed your head, hair flipping around. Eyeing Wednesday subtlety. Almost seductively. Wednesday shot her head up, waving her hands across. Gaze dropping down once more, going right over Tyler’s shoulder up to you. 

Biting on your lip, you had to control yourself. For a while now you have wanted to mark Wednesday as yours. There had never been a chance. The way her eyes held you in a tight lock. Making everything around you fade away. Knowing her gaze was preserved for you.

Despite the distance, you had never felt closer to her. You let go of Xavier, dancing your own bit. Wednesday’s jaw tensing. Tyler had slightly moved, making her shove him aside. Tyler stumbled over his own feet, chuckling confusingly. 

Twirling underneath Xavier’s arm, you ended the dance with a graceful bow. Music fading out, going over to the next tune. Out of breath, you let out a deep breath. Waving yourself some cool. “I need a drink.” Before Xavier could suggest fetching it for you, you had already walked off. Shrugging his shoulders, he made eye contact with one of his friends across the room. Going over to them. 

Scooping up the punch in a cup, you eyed the presence at your side. “I see Xavier is your date.” Wednesday spoke in a chill tone. Scooting over, you allowed her to take a cup. “You brought the normie.” You simply answered. Taking a sip from your drink. Tasting a bit different then what you imagined. Both of you shared a look.

Drinking the punch in one breath. Gaze never straying away from hers. “Jealous, Addams?” You continued. Punch spiking up to your head. Wednesday had refilled her drink. Taking your cup to do the same for you. Perking an eyebrow up. “Emotions are for the weakly-minded.” Was her answer. “Cheers to that.” You drunkenly exclaimed, letting her glass clash with yours. 

The staring remained when the punch went down. Reaching the bottom of your glass. Setting it down with a soft hiccup. Head spinning, coming to a conclusion something must be in the punch. Room swirling with nausea. “I wish I was this emotionless.” Swaying on your feet, nearly bumping into her.

“This way your betrayal wouldn’t hurt so much.” Stumbling back to keep balance. “My betrayal?” Wednesday responded with a surprise hiccup. Making her cover her mouth with the back of her mind. Humming loud, you gave her a shove in her armpit.

“I wanted to ask you, but no you accepted that stupid normie.” Bringing your glass closer to your mouth to speak inside of it. Words mumbled out. “If only I could’ve marked you as mine.” Letting out another hiccups. Wednesday lowered your glass.

Setting it down. Grabbing you by the wrist, she started pulling you away. Learning she had trouble maintaining balance on the staircase. With silly laughing and falling down from time to time, the two of you helped each other up to her dorm. Her nightly dorm calling you. 

Wednesday pushed you onto her bed. Bouncing up from the mattress, before your body settled down. Lifting up her dress, she came joining you. “Go ahead… mark me.” She let out with seriousness. You couldn’t tell if it was the drink talking or herself.

Shyness blurring away. Pushing yourself up by your elbows up to her level. Grabbing her wrists, you pushed her to fall on her back. Wettening your lips in the process. Her alluring eyes staring widely at you. 

Lowering your head, you took in her scent by her wrists. Rubbing your head against her arm and chest. Powdering her with your own scent. Following in the nook of her neck. Breathing getting heavier with each rub. Allowing your cheek to brush against hers. Wednesday’s head tilted back.

Lifting your head up, you stared down at her. “You’re mine now.” Stating before ripping her dress by her chest. Taking the flesh by her collarbone between your teeth. Wednesday let out a moany gasp when your teeth sank in. Tasting blood on your lips. Hair flipping back with the rising of your head. Sucking in a loud breath, pinking a drop of blood from your lips. 

Wednesday’s fingers moved over your bitemarks in her skin. Curling up a wicked smile. Lifting herself up by her elbows. Drawing herself closer to you. Pulling back at the knocking of desperate thumps on her door.

“Wednesday are you alright? You ran away so suddenly?” Tyler’s voice coming from the other side of the door. You moved away so she could get out of bed. She opened the door. Tyler was about to speak when his gaze fell on her ripped dress. “Are…are you alright?” Asking with some concern. Then he noticed you behind her. 

“Y/n is helping me fix my dress. A minute please.” Shoving the door without a warning in his face. Wednesday shooting you a playful glare. Getting drunkily up, you stumbled out of her bed. Laughing loud at your own clumsiness. Hurrying over to her, helping her patch up her dress. Taking your leave from each other. Going separate ways. 

With a throbbing pain, you awakened. Groaning loudly. Head pounding with a headache. Slowly getting up, trying to remember much from last night. There were flashes and bits. Blurry views and nauseating spinning. Blinking rapidly, you tried to focus your mind on the flashes. There was Xavier. Blinding flickering spotlights. The punch. Wednesday underneath you. Teeth marks. 

Gasping loud, you shot up. Face turning bashfully a shade. Flustered that a bit of booze had made you more confident than you ever thought you could be. Then Tyler flashed before your eyes. Groaning again with a slap against your face.

How stupid you have been. How silly you must have been. Wednesday would surely be laughing at you. Then the panicking sobbing came like a wave. “I can’t face her.” Crying out pleadingly. You wished you could lay in bed all day, but school didn’t have a pause. Your only fear now was avoiding Wednesday. At. All. Cost. 

Avoiding Wednesday wasn’t easy but you had managed to dodge away for most of the day now. At every corner, you escaped. Disappearing into the crowd. Finding refuge under the stairwell, you knew she wouldn’t find you here.

Unfortunately someone else did. “For you.” Bianca spoke, slipping a note onto your lap. With furrowed brows you opened. It was Enid, requesting immediate assistance in her dorm. Pushing yourself up, you ran. Doing anything for your sister in a heartbeat. 

“Enid!” You panted out, barging into her room. Only to come to the conclusion Wednesday was alone. “Thing.” She ordered. Before you could turn around for an escape. The hand had locked the door, showing Wednesday a thumbs up. Muttering cursing words of annoyance to the hand under your breath. Thing hurried off. “You’ve been avoiding me, Y/n.” Wednesday let out, arms crossed. “I…I was busy…” You lied. 

Wednesday tsked her tongue. “And a liar as well. How dreadful.” Quirking up the tiniest of smile in the corner of her lips. “Look I really need to go…” You replied, turning the doorknob with little success. “So soon?” Wednesday spoke close to your ear. Making you gulp loud when her hand was firm on your shoulder.

Pinching you down, guiding you to her bed. “Wed…Wednesday look…” You began as she shoved you down. Crawling on top of you. Pinning your wrists down onto the mattress. “Are you the pumpkin princess?” Wednesday asked. Furrowing your brows, you tried to catch her drift. “Dance and leave with haste by midnight.” She clarified. 

“You mean Cinderella?” Answering confused to where she was getting at. Wednesday pinned your wrists with one hand, showing her collarbone with the other. “You’ve marked me.” The sight of your teeth in her skin made you sheepishly red.

“I…I…I…” Squirming underneath her in the hopes of disappearing into the mattress. “Are you my master?” She asked so plainly you couldn’t tell if it was sarcasm or not. Quirking your brow up, there was a high chance that it was. “No!” You yelped back. “Then what are you?” Her alluring gaze firm to you. 

Her gaze unsettled you. Nerving you with the urge of spilling the truth. “I want you to be mine!” Calling out in a shaky breath. Wednesday’s smile growing larger. Lowering her head, her lips sucked at your wrists. “I…I…I…” Stuttering out.

Heartbeat pulsating through your veins. When her lips teased your neck, you couldn’t hold it together. “Love you!” Crying out in delight. Wednesday cherished her hand against your palm. “All I needed to hear.” Speaking before dropping her lips to yours. Tracing each other with precision. Humming loudly against each other’s breath. 

So lost in each other’s senses, the opening of the door was almost silent to you. Enid’s eyes widening with a shrieking squeal. Covering up her eyes immediately. Closing the door blindly, a silly smile on her face.

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