Rough

She was supposed to fight. 

She told Sabrina that she was going to fight. She was going to fight and she was supposed to win. 

So It didn't make sense when she essentially lost.

Which made her furrow her brown and stand up, ignoring the words of the instructor as she stayed deep in her thoughts.

She was good in fencing, or at least above average than any student in this school. She ran a background check on everyone in this school and she knows that they don’t have any formal training.

But as she stood there, wide eyes staring right at the blade in front of her, she couldn't help but wonder if that still held true.

And that…

That made her feel a certain way and she wasn't sure if it was negative or positive.

She wasn't mad, that was for sure. If she was mad, she was supposed to get up, supposed to scream.

But she didn't do such a thing.

Instead, she stayed on her stilled position before being called up once more for another round.

It took some time but after the third match against her opponent and still the same outcome, Chloe finally pieced together what she was feeling.

She was confused. 

Maybe a bit puzzled, you may even say that she was bamboozled but overall, she was just straight up confused at what the hell just happened.

She did everything right, from the position and footing to the timing and correct lunge so she just didn't understand how she lost.

"I… Uhm." Chloe's dazed blue eyes flickered up to meet blood copper ones. "Thank you for going easy on me." It was Darkie, the one absolutely drenched in that blonde's scent and her opponent. Her fingers fiddling with the grip of the sabre instead of that usual hand mirror she had.

"Mademoiselle Bourgeois," grumbled the instructor, a hand on his face. "If you felt the need to go easy on Mademoiselle Couffaine simply because she has stated that she is of weaker skills in Fencing, please don't do so." He sighed.

Easy? She wasn't going easy… right?

Her eyes flickered to Sabrina and Alix, the two of them already done with their own test. Sabrina held a worried look on her face, gesturing to her pockets while Alix simply looked curious.

Now, you’re probably wondering how they even came into this situation in the first place. Well, wonder no longer because I've got you!

Before Chloe could be seen by the Class after stepping out of the library, Chloe had to let down her two passengers after some wriggling and convincing from an embarrassed Sabrina. The sleepy blond didn’t really want to let the two girls go, she was comfy and she was content, so why should she just let that go?

After some more, Chloe gave in, feeling a bit disgruntled at the loss of the pack.

Now, what does it have to do with what had just happened?

Nothing. It has nothing to do with-

Okay, fine. She can admit the fact that maybe the loss of Sabrina and Alix made her feel a certain way that may have affected her. She can also begrudgingly admit that she wasn’t in her A-game during her fight. 

She may be in a bit of pain -because those pain meds don’t work SABRINA. Maybe a bit sleepy - Curse her most recent nap, it wasn’t her fault that Alix was so damn comfy - during the fight despite the fact that she tried to be anything but that. You maybe even say that she was… bored?

It just didn’t make sense.

“Mademoiselle, you don’t want a barely passing grade, yes? And i’d rather not have you call your father…. Started the instructor, a disgruntled look on his face as he glanced at Chloe’s direction. Chloe could feel herself internally perk up, her ears registering what he had probably thought was a silent grumble.

A spark of annoyance grew from inside her. She wouldn’t do that. This was a fight, she wouldn’t dare use the power of someone else to win a fight. She had to win on her own, how else would she prove herself?

However before she could continue her internal tirade of annoyance, she felt her chest tighten and a headache rang.

Chloe gritted her teeth, her hands starting to tremble as a shot of pain rang through her mind. Are you serious? Now? I thought you were gone! She complained inwardly. What shitty timing!

“Fuck,” she hissed, dropping the sabre as her hand stiffened. She tried to shrug it off, all the while hissing silent insults to her weak body all the way but she forgot that the instructor had a keen eye for this kind of thing. That and the realization that the meds were clearly not working was clearly shown on her face.

(behIND US!)

She turned on her heel, meeting face to face with one clearly clad in red and without knowing, her fist swung out.

A clang was all Chloe heard as she stilled, noticing just how close someone clad in red wore. Dark hair with blue highlights was the first thing she saw and Chloe stepped back, recognizing the hard stare that was given to her.

It wasn’t blue, that was sure. Instead, it was a startling sharp amber and Chloe watched as it seemed to dilate.

She tensed, hand dropping as a sabre was swiped at her, stilling just below her chin.

(The pain was gone, she realized. Instead, it was replaced with… anticipation?)

“You…” The one in red had an accent, a slight drawl. Clearly a foreigner. “I’ll teach you a lesson about taking a match seriously.” And were those, fangs? Or was she just seeing things?

“Ah?” Chloe made a sound of confusion before her eyes were drawn into the specks of dots that speckle their cheeks. “Wow, you-” Remind me of someone. “Are beautiful…” and short, her mind supplied.

Her brows furrowed and Chloe rubbed her chin, her eyes sliding towards Sabrina and Alix. Were they always this short? Because she just realized such a fact.

She blinked, noticing that they were now quickly gesturing at something. Sabrina with so much more panic while Alix’s brows rise higher and higher, one hand pointing in front of her.

She could hear the instructor say something but she really wasn’t paying attention.

Chloe’s hand tensed as pain rang through it once more. She stumbled back and away from a swipe, arms haphazardly swinging as she tumbled around. Unaware of the fact that she had just dodged a clearly flustered strike.

Somehow on the way, her hand managed to grab her once dropped sabre. She brought her arm up and swung to the side; misdirecting a strike and allowing her to move forward, carefully avoiding the blade that was about to hit her.

She ducked low, her fencing helmet dislodging itself due to it and before she could fix it, she had to roll to the side to dodge the blade that wanted to dig itself to her side. Chloe’s eyes narrowed as her bangs flopped in front of her, showcasing the fact that her helmet was gone, that and the clang it made as it slammed onto the courtyard.

Chloe winced, realizing that all this rolling and moving around was starting to make her body act up.

Like it wasn’t already, a part of her hissed.

What was she doing? Chloe questioned as she blocked a strike from the one clad in red, jumping away and swiping at them.

Her ankle flared and Chloe ducked, wincing all the way and she blinked, noticing that she had coincidentally dodged a strike. 

“Is this even fencing?” She heard someone ask and Chloe wondered that as well.

She didn’t know and she was in the match!

However, the fact that she had stilled was clearly a bad thing and unlike the past times, she wasn’t able to move away. She tensed, the feeling of something stabbing onto her the first thing she noticed and just like that, one Chloe Bourgeois lost a match the fourth time that day.

“Point!”