Wenclair's Love Story

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Wednesday Addams POV:

I make my way over to the Nightshade archives, preparing myself to deal with one Xavier Thorpe.

*SNAP SNAP*

The entryway opens as I step inside, walking down the stairs until I reach the bottom.

"Hey, Wednesday. Glad you could make it!" Xavier says with a smile.

"Would you care to explain why we are here?"

"Well, I could have brought you to the fencing room but figured here is more private. All our fencing gear is with me though. I have a proposition for you; if I beat you in a bout I get a kiss and a date, just the two of us this time. You will see that I am a much better kisser and companion. However if you win, you can make me do whatever you want for an entire day. I will also never ask you out again. What do you say, Addams, up for some friendly competition?"

I would simply never date this boy, let alone kiss him, but I also know how I'd never lose in a fencing match. This proposition is quite tempting, especially since when I win I could make the boy do something utterly ridiculous. However, I would never even take the slight chance of infidelity because of how much I care for my girlfriend.

"No, I refuse this stupidity you conjured. Are you really that desperate to date me? Xavier, you're just like the dust mites underneath my rug. The fact you offered this match proves that you know nothing about me."

"So then you admit I'm a better fencer than you. Fine, I'll just take the title then. Are you really that scared I'm going to win? No kiss then, just a date if I'm the winner."

Using my pride and competitive nature against me, how diabolical. I must put this boy in his place, hopefully the humiliation from losing will make Xavier cry.

"Okay, how many hits would you like to go up to?"

"Ten. Here, put your gear on. Figured we'd use our Épée's today so we can score anywhere."

"Okay, just know that I never lose, Xavier."

"I don't know, Wens. I've been practicing a lot lately."

"It's Wednesday to you, don't shorten it."

"What do you see in that girl anyways? I thought you hated happy things. Especially Enid, I mean she is like a color bomb. It just doesn't make sense to me, we all thought Tyler was happy-ish but Enid is kinda the extreme of that. Come on Wednesday, you and I fit way better than you and her."

"You really don't know me at all. Enid is twice the person you are in about every way imaginable. Let's get this over with, vision boy."

He throws me an Épée once I'm done changing into my protective gear. I tighten the headpiece as I settle into my attacking stance. The boy ready's himself as well. There is no chance I'd ever be beaten by Thorpe, he simply lacks the skills.

He charges forward towards my left leg, I obviously riposte as the boy jumps backwards, avoiding being hit. Sloppy, amateur, and predictable. I mean even a toddler has better coordination than him.

Now I throw my own attack, angled for the boys chest, he parry's almost as if he saw my attack happen before. Quite interesting, I take note of this.

I step to my left while he swings his épée straight at my head. I see we are playing dirty now. I direct my next attack right for his shoulder, my speed severely outclasses his yet he blocked it right on time, even managing to score the first hit of the match on my thigh.

Something occurs to me: he must have had a dream about this fight. That means he knows every move I make before I make it. He knows I outrank him, so he rigged the match.