Wednesday (Male Wednesday x female reader)

Wednesdays Child is Full of Woe Part 3

Time skip: Next Day

I walk into the fencing room. I watch the couple in the middle when one fell down.

"Coach, Coach, she tripped me." A boy said.

"It was a clean strike, Rowan." The coach said.

"Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn't suck. Seriously, Coach, when am I gonna get real competition?" A boy with skin as dark as night, and eyes as clear as the ocean said. "Anyone else want to challenge me?"

"I do." I say.

"Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in."

"You must be the self-appointed Queen Bee. Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers, they drop dead."

Everyone gasps.

"Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense. He's not helpless, he's lazy."

"Are we doing this or not?" I ask impatiently.

"En garde." The coach says.

We both start grunting as we fence, he has skills, but not more than I do. I finally land my mark on him.

"Point to Wednesday." The coach says.

We both continue grunting and fighting. I see (Y/n) out of the corner of my eye and become distracted for a moment by her beauty. Bianco lands a point on me.

"The score is even." Coach says.

"That first point was clearly beginner's luck. Let's finish this." Bianco says determinedly.

"For the final point, I would like to invoke a military challenge.
No masks.
No tips." I say with a small smirk, I hear (Y/n) gasp. I look to her and wink. I'm unsure why I do this. I just feel like I need to let her know i'll be ok. "Winner draws first blood."

"It's your decision, Bianco." Coach says again.

"Let's see if you bleed in black and white." Bianco growls towards me. I see him glance towards (Y/n). I feel that feeling of anger flow through me again.

We both fence across the room. I feel the adrenaline pushing me to beat him. To show of for (Y/n). I want her to look at me as I do towards her. I want her to feel the rush of immense desire flow through her, as it does me. I want her.

As I'm lost in my thoughts I feel a sting above my eyebrow.

I had lost.

In front of (Y/n).

"Your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed." Bianco taunts.

(Y/n) walks towards me and pulls me to the infirmary.

I don't recall getting here, all I remember is watching her angelic face contort in concentration as she doctored my cut. Her gorgeous(petite/thicker/curvy) body between my legs so she could see the cut better. Her soft fingers being so gentle against the blemished skin. I admired the way her eyebrows furrowed as rubbed the hydrogen peroxide soaked cotton ball across the injury, how she gently said the words "this will sting, you can grasp my arm if it does", even though I didn't, it was still comforting to know. I enjoyed how she bit her lip in concentration while rubbing the bandage on perfectly, and how she smiled in relive when she was done.

I stare into her eyes for a moment longer when a voice interrupts us.

"You're Wednesday, right? I'm Rowan. I know how you feel."