Bullies With Benefits

PART 10

I did a double update because this story is slow paced.
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Pouting at her, I grab her hand and ignore the
feeling of sparks flying over my eyelids as I drag
Wednesday towards her front door too which is
kind of a struggle because she's kicking me away from her.

"What the fuck are you doing blue eyes?" she
screams, trying her hardest to pull out of my grip. "I didn't say I'd die with you."

She's really taking this non-burglary seriously.

And its funny because if we were surrounded by
our batchmates, I'd never have the guts to talk
normally to Wednesday and even drag her inside her house. And I guess the same goes for her because she'd never talk to me in front of others, just only when we're alone -I know she feels comfy.

We're halfway near her kitchen when she stops
and grabs one of the handles by the kitchen door, halting my movements. "Wha---"

"Listen here blue eyes- " she growls, glaring
right at my blue eyes. "-Let go of me or I'm going to beat you up."

I try to hold my laughter at her. "Wedns there's
nothing wro--"

"I said let go." She barks, eyes pleading at me but
also angry at me. "Im going to call the police."

I grinned at her for this. "Why didn't you do that
in the first place?" I ask, chuckling as Wednesday'svface pales in realization and then blushes whilebavoiding my stare. I know why she's blushing, and I think I'm blushing too because I have the biggest smile on my face.

Why? Because she thought of me, she called me,
and only me when she thought there was a person inside her house. And usually, you'd call the police but no, she thought of me first.

"Don't get it to your head." She huffs, suddenly
knowing what I'm thinking. "I actually didn't callvthe police 'cuz they're gonna ask me why I live alone and I'm turning 18 months later so this isn't legal." She excused herself which, I would believe if she didn't blush seconds ago.

"Right." I drag, clucking my tongue as I let go of
her wrist. "Wish me luck then." I joke, swiveling on the balls of my feet as I open her kitchen door and examine the place.

Empty. See? No burglar--

Thump.

"Fuck."

It's Black. White. Color what am I saying? Oh
that's right I'm dizzy because somebody just
punched me on the face. Ugh, that hurt. Is that
blood? Shit, my nose is bleeding. Wow, I'm dizzy
like really dizzy-- is that Wednesday? Oh god-no,
the guy's going to her, I should stop--woah.

Blinking my eyes a couple of times to adjust to the lighting, I groan and crack my stiff neck.I open my eyes and see that I'm inside someone's room. Fuck, am I kidnapped?

"Finally. I was about to leave your fainting body
outside on the sidewalk." Says a voice that I'm very much familiar with.

I rub my forehead and sit up on her bed, feeling
something stuck on my nose as I cross my eyes
and stare down at it. There's a white sticky thing
covering my nose.

"It's a cooler." She says, leaning on her door.
"Like an ice you know how high-tech we are nowadays."

Moving my nose up and down, I cringe when it
started to sting at some point. "Shit. That hurt." I
whine, eyes dropping.

Wednesday chuckles at me. "Didn't think you could curse so simply, Sinclair." She points out, kicking her door close. "And of course it hurts, you got punched good."