𝗙!𝗢𝗖 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲!𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀
The Haydens have lived next door to the Addams family for generations, they were as unique as the family however, the Addams' were reflections of moonlight while the Hayden family were reflections...
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Cleopatra stood at her locker waiting for Wednesday to meet her, she had just finished her Economics class which happened to be the last one of the day; thankfully, it was Friday. "Yo, Hayden!" A male called out, she turned her head to see Christopher Moore walking towards her with his usual group of Jocks. "Can I help you, Moore?" Cleopatra asked politely, leaning back against her locker as Christopher rested his arm by her head to look down at her. Christopher was the schools Quarterback and the grandson of the local Judge who lived on the other side of the Addams Family. "I'm sure there are a few ways someone like you could help me," Christopher said flirtatiously, his boys chuckling at his words as he added, "But I was wondering if maybe you were free tonight?"
Before Cleopatra could say anything, another spoke up on her behalf, "She's got plans, Moore." Cleopatra and the others looked over to see Wednesday standing tall, his dark eyes focused on Christopher and his all too calm demeanour sending uncomfortable chills down the spines of the other boys; each of them were convinced that he was a serial killer. "I think she can speak for herself, Addams," Christopher snarked, he and Wednesday had always been enemies at the school. Both academically battled for the top spot from Freshman year and despite Christopher having a future scholarship thanks to Football, he was determined to best Wednesday academically as well. "You're right, she can. However, I'm saving her the effort of rejecting you again," Wednesday replied monotonously.
He had a point, Cleopatra had rejected Christopher Moore a total of six times and he still continued to ask her out; never pressured, just offered a chance to join him for some form of date or event with him. "Wednesday is right, I have plans already," Cleopatra spoke up to prevent the situation from potentially escalating; she knew that Wednesday would absolutely beat Christopher in a fight. Christopher was clearly unhappy with the rejection but he simply smiled towards the girl, "No worries. Another time then." Christopher motioned for his boys to follow him, glaring at Wednesday as he walked by the boy and left down the hall with Cheerleaders chasing behind him hoping for a chance.
Cleopatra turned her attention to Wednesday who had watched the Jocks disappear down the hall, he loathed the existence of Christopher Moore and couldn't wait to outlive him. "Wes?" Cleopatra called out softly, placing her hand on his arm. Wednesday immediately turned his attention to the blue eyed girl, his expression softened at the sight of her smile. "C'mon, let's get out of this place," Cleopatra told him, grabbing Wednesday's hand in her own before pulling him along. Wednesday's lip twitched into a small smile, one subtle enough that no one else would notice. The feeling of her warm hand in his own was such a pleasant feeling to him, he cherished every touch and craved her affection more than oxygen.
"Why does he continue to ask you out?" Wednesday complained as they walked side by side to the bus stop, "I understand that you're clearly the most beautiful girl in this town, but no means no." Cleopatra blushed at Wednesday's compliment, it wasn't like he never complimented her; he often did but it was still enough to make her blush each time. "I try not to understand the inner workings of a teenage boys mind these days," Cleopatra replied with a shrug in an attempt to brush off the sweet words that made her heart skip a beat. Wednesday looked down at the dark brunette, her eyes focused on the mass students leaving the school grounds. His eyes trailed to her lips, the pink shine made them look so sweet and he was almost desperate for a taste.
