𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

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WANDA MAXIMOFF

[𝙩𝙬 - 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!𝙜𝙥, 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖!𝙨𝙪𝙗, 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.]

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𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭, 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦.
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𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢

I DON'T THINK English could get any worse. If it isn't always bad enough, Proffesor Barnes is going through Shakespeare and being so slow about it that I start to rest my head on my folded arms. I suppose sitting at the back of the lecture hall has its perks. I just about close my eyes when I feel a hand slap my thigh, jolting me upright.

"Is everything alright up there, Miss Maximoff?" Barnes asks, his eyebrow raised.

"Just perfect, sir. Dropped my pen."

He nods suspiciously before returning back to pointing aimlessly at the board. I turn then to Y/N, glaring at her with darkened eyes.

"What was that for?" I hiss.

"I though you'd learned not to sleep in lessons, Wanda." She says under her breath.

I roll my eyes and huff. She's ignored me all morning. I haven't done anything wrong! What does she want me to do? There is no way in hell that she's enjoying this lesson either. Last I heard, she had been tempted to swap courses.

I slump back down in my seat, a low growl beating my silence. I've done this part before, all of it. The lesson, the boredom, the silent treatment. I've done this all before and I hated it then - almost as much as I hate it now. Déjà vu much.

After putting my pen down in the inward spine of my book, I angle my body towards Y/N, ever so slightly so nobody really notices, except Y/N. I trail a loose finger up her leg, up her thigh and finally up and over her clothed abs. She flinches at the contact buy doesn't pay me any other attention. She starts writing something down in the margin of her book.

I follow the ink:

Wanda, fuck off. Are you really trying to piss me off?

I tilt my head, contemplating the question. Am I? I mean, probably. I have nothing better to do. Besides, who doesn't like to tease their other half?

I lift my pen back up and scribble on my own piece of paper. So what if I was? Not like you're paying me any attention anyways.

My eyes follow her stolid look for a while, waiting for her to read my message. When she finally does so a couple moments later, she narrows her eyes to glare at me.

Don't be a brat, Wanda. Came her response.

Don't be a dick, Y/N. Not going to lie, I've never gotten this far in a match like this before.