Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 197: Multiple personalities?



'These are not my main minions,' thought Luke, eyeing a new and very well-maintained car. It wasn't the dirty truck with a marijuana smell that belonged to Simon.

The ones tasked with picking him up so he wouldn't have to walk to school were Simon, Violet, and the other two.

"We were passing by and thought we could give you a ride, Tuesday," said a boy, stepping out of the driver's seat with a sycophantic smile as he looked at Tuesday.

Wednesday, who was behind Luke, wanted to roll her eyes and make a cutting remark but held back. She enjoyed the manipulation they were working on Luke, but Tuesday's personality-a textbook queen bee-did not sit well with her.

That kind of personality had been her nemesis during her time in normie schools and even at Nevermore, where she faced off against Bianca.

The normies in front of him were the stereotypical popular kids. The boy was the quarterback of the football team, Connor. Riding shotgun was the head cheerleader, Maddison, and thus, one of the most popular girls in Tuesday's grade.

In the back seat were other boy, Kyle.

"Oh... How do you know where I live?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow. He had made many fake friends this week thanks to his great reputation as Tuesday, but the main group he spent time with were the rebels: Violet, Simon, and Kate.

"I asked Simon. Are you coming?" Connor asked, opening the back door for Tuesday to climb

in.

'What are you, his butler?' thought Wednesday, a slight twitch forming in her eyebrow.

"I guess so. It wouldn't be good for me to keep being late. My sister is coming too," Luke replied with an air of smugness as he got into the car.

Connor shot a quick glance at Wednesday, and when she got in, he closed the door.

Luke had already used the excuse of not knowing the school and his charming, innocent personality with several teachers. If he kept it up, he wouldn't be able to escape punishments no matter how perfect his appearance seemed.

The other boy, Kyle, made some room and nervously greeted Tuesday, who lazily nodded in response.

"Hi, princess!" Madison greeted enthusiastically, smiling at Tuesday.

"Hi, Maddie. You look great today. New hairstyle?" Luke replied in a much friendlier tone, though it remained calm and carried a hint of loftiness.

Wednesday, who had climbed in behind Luke without saying a word, discreetly jabbed him in the side. Nobody noticed, except Luke, who felt a faint pain in his lower back.

[Hey, you know how relationships between typical popular girls work-they compliment each other but secretly hate each other] Luke said to Wednesday through their telepathic link. Madison brought a hand to her hair, nervously twirling a strand of her blonde locks. "Do you really think so? Yeah, it's new. I thought I'd try something different but wasn't sure how it would look," she said, trying to sound casual, though a hint of excitement slipped into her tone.

"It suits you well," Tuesday said, leaning back nonchalantly in the rear seat.

"Thanks, Tuesday..." Madison replied, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks-a rare sight for someone known as the typical arrogant queen bee.

[Oh, I see how she's totally hating you on the inside] Wednesday remarked sarcastically, observing Madison's expression. She noticed Madison had no ill intentions toward Tuesday; in fact, she seemed more like a harmless admirer.

This was mostly due to Tuesday's otherworldly appearance and their choice of loose, unisex clothing, which even made popular girls like Madison fall for them-despite not being lesbian.

[Fine, I admit it—-she's not secretly hating me] Luke said, also picking up on Madison's infatuated expression.

The fun part about using this fake identity was seeing reactions like these.

[Just remember, technically, you're mine, so don't go overboard with the smiles and compliments toward other women. If you want to flatter the guys like that, I don't mind] Wednesday said, her tone mixing jealousy and teasing, cutting off the conversation.

Luke made a slight grimace. He'd never compliment a man.

The ride went smoothly, with the three popular teneagers vying for Tuesday's attention. Meanwhile, Wednesday stayed silent, wearing a timid expression since she couldn't put on her usual emotionless, intimidating face.

They arrived at the school and the class started as usual.

Violet, Simon, and Kate arrived five minutes late and earned a scolding from the professor. Fortunately, it was one of the nicer professor, so they avoided punishment, though not the public reprimand.

As Violet walked to her desk, she shot an angry look at Tuesday.

'Oh, that's a new kind of look,' Luke thought, intrigued. It was the first time someone had looked at Tuesday with hostility-and it wasn't just anyone but Violet, the rebellious lesbian

girl.

It wasn't hard for Luke to figure out Violet's orientation. First, it was obvious from her clothing and mannerisms. Second, she didn't hide it, and Simon had mentioned Sam- Violet's ex-girlfriend, who, to Luke's mild surprise, was from Sunnyvale.

Throughout the class, Violet kept throwing frowning glances at Tuesday, who was sitting with Madison, Connor, and the others, far from her and her group.

The bell rang, and Luke headed to the cafeteria with the popular crowd, at the center of the group, with everyone vying for his attention.

'I don't know how much longer I can keep this up...' Luke thought.

For a week, it had been amusing to see people's reactions and how they responded to his fake identity, but continuing to play the queen bee role was exhausting for someone as antisocial

as him.

Wednesday's role as a shy nerd seemed much more manageable over time.

As he ate at one of the central tables in the cafeteria, Luke noticed Violet approaching with a frown.

"Hey, Tuesday," Violet said in a challenging tone, interrupting the lively chatter of the group. Everyone at the table looked at Violet with surprise and disapproval. It wasn't common for someone to dare to break into the popular crowd's circle, much less with that attitude. "What do you want, Violet? Sam's not here," Connor said with a mocking smile. Everyone at the table laughed, except Luke, who maintained an expressionless face.

"Go back to your table with your stoner friends," Madison said, crossing her arms, her tone a mix of superiority and disdain.

'Saved from these useless conversations,' Luke thought as he calmly stood up from the table.

He much preferred being with Violet-even if the situation turned awkward-over continuing to pretend to be a queen bee. He was already bored with the reactions and the manipulation.

Violet had been shown a rebellious and haughty personality more in line with Luke's true self.

"Hey, Tuesday, you don't have to go with her if you don't want to," Madison said, surprised that Tuesday stood up.

"Yeah, there's no need to be afraid of her; she's just a little rebellious," Connor added, trying

to play the macho protector.

Luke looked at them from where he stood, irritation flashing in his cold, icy eyes. The silence that followed his gaze was almost tangible. It felt as if the atmosphere at the table had shifted suddenly, like an invisible, dangerous aura had descended.

Wednesday, observing from a corner, shook her head. 'He lasted a bit longer than when he played the vigilante,' she thought, slightly surprised, having expected Luke to drop this

persona even sooner.

The popular group sat in awkward silence. There was something about the way Tuesday's blue eyes stared at them that made their stomachs tighten uncomfortably.

"This doesn't concern you," Luke finally said, grabbing Violet's wrist.

"Come," he added, and before anyone could interfere, Luke dragged Violet out of the

cafeteria and into an empty hallway.

Violet, who had been angry at Tuesday, was startled by the strength of the grip from the girl with a delicate frame and shorter stature.

"What do you want?" Luke asked, releasing Violet and leaning his back against the wall, arms

crossed.

"What the hell was that?" Violet muttered, still in disbelief, staring at Tuesday with

restrained fury but also a hint of amazement.

"Talk," Luke said impatiently, though he already knew the source of Violet's anger.

"You should've told us you were going to school with someone else!" Violet exclaimed, remembering her frustration.

"Because of you, we got scolded in front of everyone. A message would've been enough! Your

mother took almost five minutes to come out and tell us you weren't there," she added,

frowning even more.

"Oh, that... I'm so sorry, really," Tuesday said, feigning an apologetic expression that still carried a hint of insincerity.

'That disguise again?' Violet thought. She had seen this act Tuesday used to escape punishments or reprimands. It worked thanks to her appearance, though her performance was

good, not flawless.

"Really, I feel awful. I didn't mean to be late again, and I forgot to let you guys know. Simon and Kate must understand; they didn't seem upset," Luke continued, his tone carrying a touch of feigned naivety, paired with a slight smile that was subtly mocking.

"Stop acting, I know it's all fake. I've already seen your true personality," Violet said,

refusing to be fooled.

She only had one lingering question about Tuesday's personality: was she more like the

haughty queen bee who managed to keep everyone under her control, or the rebellious girl who smoked on the first day and clearly lacked patience?

"Tsch, you should've arrived before that idiot Connor. As compensation, I'll do more than

50% of the work that old Memphis gave us. What do you say?" Luke said, flashing a smile at Violet, who began to hesitate.

"Really? That's a lot of work," Violet said, narrowing her eyes and looking at Tuesday with

suspicion.

On the first day of school when Tuesday arrived late, Professor Memphis had assigned a two- week group project, and Violet had suggested they be partners.

"I'll do it. To make sure you trust me, we can work on it at your house so you can see me

actually doing it. What do you say?" Luke asked.

'A-at my house...?' Violet thought, suddenly growing nervous and forgetting her earlier anger. Just the thought of having Tuesday at her house made her uneasy.@@novelbin@@

"You don't want to? Well, I can't think of anything else if you don't believe my apologies," Luke said, shrugging and starting to turn back toward the cafeteria.

"Wait. Fine, I accept. We'll go to my house. I'll make sure you work," Violet said, grabbing

Tuesday's wrist.

"Today after class?" Luke asked.

"Yes, Simon will drive us. This time, don't get into Connor's car," Violet replied. "Fine," Luke said, slipping out of Violet's grip and heading toward the cafeteria. Although he

didn't want to deal with those annoying normie teenagers, he hadn't finished his lunch and

was still hungry.

'Easy. Now stealing her research will be a piece of cake,' Luke thought. This way, he wouldn't

have to sneak into Violet's house at night.

Getting the file Violet had written on her research was far easier than reading memories and

piecing them all together.

'What's your true personality, Tuesday?' Violet wondered, watching Tuesday's back as she

walked away.

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