“Well, Mr. Wimp, the thing is, Bunnie and I, K-”
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“Klaus!” Morticia shouted, her eyes cold as ice. Klaus stopped, but the smirk stayed on his face.
“What’s going on, Morty?” Jamie asked from behind, missing Klaus’s last word.
“Nothing. He just wants to say something embarrassing about me. He’s taunting me, like always,” Morticia replied, her voice strained. She wasn’t one to lie, but the thought of Jamie hearing it from Klaus was unbearable.
Jamie’s eyes filled with concern and confusion. He didn’t seem convinced.
“I’ll see you around, Jamie,” she added, hoping he’d leave before Klaus spilled anything. Klaus was unpredictable-he could say it at any moment, and no one could stop him.
“Alright,” Jamie muttered. Morticia was relieved he didn’t press further. He was always understanding.
“Thanks again for the flowers,” she said.
“Hm… I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jamie closed the distance between them and kissed her forehead, his eyes briefly meeting Klaus’s.
‘What the hell?’ Klaus thought, frowning.
Morticia’s heart raced. “Bye,” she whispered, watching Jamie walk away.
As soon as he was out of sight, her face twisted in anger. She turned to Klaus.
“Yuck. I can’t believe he kissed your forehead as a goodbye. How boring is he?”
“Are you insane?!” she yelled, her chest heaving. But Klaus just smiled mischievously.
Morticia forced herself to calm down. “What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?”
Klaus reached into his pocket and pulled out her inhaler.
“You forgot this,” he said, tossing it to her. She caught it, blinking in surprise. So, he was just bringing her inhaler. But still, he didn’t have to act like a jerk around Jamie.
“Were you really going to tell him?” she asked.
“Yeah, why not?” he shrugged.
Of course, he’s a jerk.
She shook her head and walked past him, heading to her dorm.
“Wait up. I still need to talk to you,” he said, following her.
“We don’t have anything to talk about.”
“Okay, then I’ll just talk to the wimp about it.”
Morticia stopped and turned to face him. “You’re not seriously going to act like a jerk because of what happened. You can’t threaten me with that, and stop following me.”
“Okay,” he raised his hands in mock surrender. “But that’s right after I check out your dorm.”
“You’re not coming in here,” she said, blocking the entrance with her body. Klaus stepped closer, his height towering over hers.
She barely reached his shoulder, yet she stood her ground. How cute, he thought.
Klaus chuckled and, without warning, flipped her over his shoulder, carrying her into her room.
“Let me go, bonehead!” she yelled, but he dropped her only after they were inside.
“I hate you,” she mumbled, while Klaus’s eyes roamed around the room.
He walked over to her desk, where her books and a small, glittering night lamp sat-the only source of light in the room.
“You’re such a nerd, Bunnie. Studying already when the semester just started,” he chuckled.
Morticia rolled her eyes, though she felt a strange tension. Klaus was in her room. Just him and her, in the dim light. It stirred something inside her, thoughts she didn’t want to entertain.
“What do you want to talk about?” she asked, hoping he’d leave soon.
Two weeks ago, she would’ve wanted him to stay. But now, everything felt confusing.
He glanced at her briefly and mumbled, “We made a deal.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I left, Klaus. There’s no deal between us.”
“A diary?” Klaus muttered, picking up her diary. Morticia’s eyes widened, and she rushed to grab it, but he held it high above her reach.
“Give it back! You have no right to touch my stuff!” she shouted, jumping to reach it, hating how short she was-or maybe he was just too tall.
“Who the fuck keeps a diary these days?” he teased, clearly enjoying himself.
“Give it back, Klaus!” she demanded.
“What’s in here?”
Her heart pounded. The diary held her deepest thoughts about him-her wishes, her fantasies of him holding her close, whispering sweet things. If he read it, it would be over.
“Please… give it back.”
“What did you write in it?” Klaus asked, flipping the cover open.
No!
Morticia jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The book fell from his hand as he laughed, choking slightly.
“Demon unleashed,” he chuckled.
Morticia quickly grabbed the diary, holding it tightly behind her back.
Klaus cleared his throat. “You’re a feisty one, Bunnie. I thought you were going to choke me to death.”
She found herself laughing lightly, but her face quickly turned serious again.
“Don’t touch my stuff!” she snapped.
“Alright, alright. I get it,” he sighed, sitting on her bed, his gaze lingering on her, unreadable.
He stood up with a smile. “I’ll see you around. And by the way, your dorm’s nice. Goodnight, Bunnie.” He ruffled her hair and walked out.
“Goodnight,” Morticia whispered to herself, feeling the emptiness of her room settle in. It felt lonely. Deep down, she wished he had stayed a little longer.
She glanced at her diary. Another experience to write about…
She felt calm around Jamie.
But with Klaus, she felt…
She sighed, unsure of how to describe it. She closed the diary and called Jamie to check if he was home. He answered that he was.
“Sorry about what happened with Klaus. He’s just protective of me, like a brother.”
“Hm… is he really just your brother’s best friend?” Jamie asked.
“Yeah, he is. I promise,” she said, though she wasn’t sure of her own words. They hung up after talking for a while. She lay on her bed, letting the darkness take her in.
Meanwhile, Dimitri watched Klaus leave Morticia’s dorm.
“This bitch annoys me,” she muttered.