Losers Together 💕 (Zane x Reader) {ON HOLD}

Chapter Five - Fighting Practice

Your POV

I lightly slapped Zane as I met him in the hall. "That's for making a really cheesy speech during the auditions," I teased. Zane pouted.

"Hey, can I help it if I love you so much?"

I laughed. "Boi, we just started dating."

Zane rolled his eye. "Yeah, whatever. Now...clubs, if any?"

"Uh...none?" I asked.

Zane sighed. "Me neither. Hey, maybe instead of free period, we can create one?"

"Sure! That would be fun!" I agreed, linking arms with him. He smiled and moved his arm to my waist. He pulled me closer to him, and I stumbled, falling into his arms in a damsel position. I looked at Zane and batted my eyelashes playfully. He snickered and leaned in for a peck on the lips.

I turned and he got my cheek instead. He exhaled deeply and let me go. I regained my posture and brushed myself off, glaring at him.

"I can take care of myself, you know."

Zane laughed. "Yeah, I know. That's why I help you."

"Oh yeah? How come, to annoy me?" I joked.

"Yes, actually." Zane smirked. I sulked at this.

"Well then..." I coughed. "I suppose you want to fight me, eh?"

"BWAHAHA! I could beat you any day!" Zane laughed. I then flipped him over and put a foot on his chest proudly, leaving him wheezing on the ground. I sneered.

"What was that, exactly?"

"Get...off...me..." Zane panted. I lifted my foot and he sat up, looking like a fish gasping for air. Er...water. He sighed and brushed the dirt from my shoe off his shirt. He then looked up at me. "Y'know...that gives me an idea for a club."

"Oh? What is it?" I asked, curious now.

"A fighting club. All we gotta do is go to the club director and tell her. Then, hopefully by tomorrow, we'll have a club with trainees."

I beamed. "Awesome! This will also be a benefit to us, just in case we need any backups in our...fights."

"Cool! So, you ready to come up with some ideas?" Zane asked. I smiled and grabbed his hand.

"You know it!"

*

I walked into school the next day, Zane and Vlad by my side. I was reading the official forms we printed out for the club.

"Okay. We have rules, stances, weapons, etc. Do you think we need anything else?" I looked up, asking this question to nobody in particular. Well, more so to Zane and Vlad. Vlad had already said he would join.

Vlad was staring at his phone as if it were the only thing that mattered in his life right now. His earbuds played music as he walked. I growled and plucked his phone out of his hand, pulling so hard that his earbuds came out. He looked up and glared at me.

"Hey!" Vlad cried, leaning for his phone.

"Doofus, you're not even listening," I sighed, waving the phone out of his reach.

"To what?" Vlad retorted.

"To my spiel. Do you think we need anything else?" I gave him the papers. His eyes skimmed the page, then he shook his head.

"Nope. Zane?"

"No." Zane replied.

"Good. It's settled then. The teachers put up an announcement on the corkboard at the front of the school, where news is posted. Hopefully we have some interested people." I narrated, taking the papers from Vlad. He held out his hand, expecting something. Rolling my eyes, I returned his phone. Just as expected, he immediately got back on it.