One Of A Kind (Ajax x M! Reader)

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Out of nowhere I feel this small pain fall over my arm. It's small but it still hurts. I sit up and cover my arm. "Fucking bitch" I yell out. I look to see Ajax with his hand and my scratch having the smallest distance. I drop my jaw and look at him in disbelief. "I have a huge ass scratch on my arm and you decide to poke it just to wake me up?!" I whisper-yell at him. I sigh. We have this little stare off.

"I went to go look for the monster" I say looking back at my arm. He widens his eye at this. "Why would you do that?" He asks in disbelief. "Because this damn school is boring" I say looking down to the floor. I know it was a stupid move but hey, you only live once. "So your saying that you would've gotten yourself killed just to have fun" he says. Sounds about right. I nod with a smile. "Your crazy" he says looking at me weird. "Thank you" I giggle. He looks at me in disbelief for the 100th time this night.

     I get off his bed and make my way back to mines seeing that he moved his ass off just to poke my scratch. "Now I'm actually going to sleep so shut up, no more questions" I say laying down.

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"What the hell did you do to my room?!" Enid says walking into the room. "I'm dividing our room equally" I say correcting her. I kick the stuff I used to divide our room on her side of the room. I walk so the I'm in front of her. "Looks like a rainbow vomited on your side" I say before making my way to my desk. It's my writing time. "I-" I cut her off, "silence would be appreciated, this is my writing time" I say sitting down in front of my type writer. "Your writing time?" Enid questions. "I devote an hour a day to my novel perhaps if you did the same your vlog would be coherent" I say starting a new line. "I've read serious killer diaries with better punctuation" I say. "I write with my voice! It's my truth, it's what my followers love" she says in offense. This makes me turn. "Your followers are clearly imbeciles" I say standing up. "They respond to your story with insipid little pictures" I say walking up to her. Which is quite odd. She scoffs in disbelief. "You mean emojis, it's how people express their feelings you know I realize it's a foreign concept for you" she says in a mocking tone. "When I look at you the following come to mind, rope, shovel, hole" I say done talking with her.

"By the way there are 2 D's in Addams, if your gonna gossip about me at least spell my name correctly" I say walking back over to my desk. I go to sit down on my chair when this annoying sound turns my head. I turn my head to see Enid doing this weird and odd dance. "Turn that off" I say looking pointedly at her. She doesn't stop but starts jumping around and doing this weird thing with her entire body. She is interrupting my writing time. "This is your final warning" I say walking over to her. As i get closer she jumps forward a bit sticking out her claws and making this noise making me stop and inspect the situation. "Don't mess with me, this kitties got claws and I am not afraid to use them" she says trying to threaten me

"Good evening girls" a voice comes from the door making Enid hide her claws behind her back before pulling it back in. "Sorry about the mud, wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in" she says walking into the room. She looks down at her boots to see that she is standing on black tape going straight down the middle of our room. I divided this room to keep whatever it is that Enid does on her side so I can have a side for myself and keep it organized, obviously. She laughs a bit before looking back up to us. "Is this a bad time? I'm ms. Thornhill your dorm mom apologies I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived, I trust Enid has given you the old nevermore welcome" she says smiling to both me and Enid. She has and I intend to pay her the favor, sooner or later. "She's been smothering me with hospitality. I hope to return the favor, in her sleep" I say in monotone. This makes Enid look at me a bit creeped out. "...well here's a little welcome gift from my conservatory I try to the match the right flower to each of my girls and when I read your personal statement in your application I immediately thought of this one" she says gesturing to the black dahlia in my hand. "The black dahlia" I say looking down at the flower. This seems to catch her by surprise. "Oh you know it" she says with interest. Of course I do my mother has her knowledge of plants so I think it would rub off on me both that and another reason. "Of course it's named after my favorite unsolved murder, thank you" I say looking down at the flower then back up to Ms. Thornhill. This fact seems to creep her out making her shuffle a bit. "Okie dokie, well before I leave I wanted to go over a few house rules ; lights off at 10, no loud music, and no boys, ever" she says shaking her head at that last part.

"What's the story about going into the local town" I say in as much curiosity as I could pull forward. "Passes to Jericho are a privilege not a right, it's a brisk 25 minute walk or there's a shuttle on the weekends, the locals are a tad bit wary about nevermore so please don't be making any waves or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes that means keep your claws to yourself and no smothering people in their sleep are we clear?" Ms Thornhill asks. "Great Talk!" She says walking out.