“Sure, I could do some research tonight,” I offered. I mean like really I didn’t have to do research since like I’m a real demo of a wizard and an immortal.
“That would be great, thanks,” he said.
“You really didn’t have to say thanks because I’m doing the project too.”
Another silence.
“Is there something else you want to tell me about,” I asked.
“No, no, have a good night sleep,” he said and he hung up.
The door slammed opened. “Seems like someone is in love,” Sally said popping her face into my room.
“Not me,” I said backing away from the conversation.
“Not you, but him, totally read his mind,” she answered. I thought, I really don’t care and if you don’t leave this room in an instinct I would definitely slam your head against the door, however I believe that you would probably break the door.
“Fine,” she said and she left, leaving the door wide open, like she was daring me to slam the door shut. So I did, the shutting of the door caused the whole house to shake.
Thanks for making this house collapse soon, Sally thought. I ignored and started to type the information about immortals, witches, and wizards.
“Wow, how did you get these information,” Carson exclaimed after reading my essay that I wrote last night. “It’s so thorough.”
“So it’s good,” I said leaning closer. I could smell the mint from his mouth, but as I lean closer I smelled it. Rose tips. I pulled back nearly falling off the chair.
“Are you alright,” he asked reaching for me. I pulled my arm away as reached for me. He looked confused.
“I’m fine,” I said and flew out the door. I could hear him calling after me, but I ignored him.
“Alex,” someone said. I ignored whoever it was just in case if it was Carson. “Hey.”
I could sense it was Leeann, now that she was closer. I spun around. I must have frightened her because she flinched back like I was going to punch her in the face.
“Sorry,” I whispered after seeing her expression. She looked at me blankly.
“Oh, it’s fine,” she said blinking a few times like she was just lost. “I, um, that was a fast move... kind... of cool.”
“Oh,” was all I said. “Is there something I could help you?”
“Oh, nothing, I just saw you storming out of that classroom, thought maybe like... you saw a ghost,” she joked laughing at her own joke that was retarded. I smiled, trying to be polite.
“I felt sick, thought maybe the little girl’s room would help me,” I whispered.
She giggled. “Alright, I have to head back to class, see you after school.”
Leeann headed down the dark corridor and disappeared. I stood there covering my face with my hands: thinking about Monique, then at Shane, and how upset Alana became after what happen to Monique. We had to move from place to place because we were guilty of what happen to Monique and then every time Jeff looked at us it was full of hatred, for putting his sister in this kind of situation.
“Are you alright,” he asked. I looked up and saw Carson. I felt myself straighten up, afraid that he was one of those demon hunters.
“Can’t you say something else then are you alright,” I said turning away from him.
“Sorry, uh, I really don’t know what to say rather than are you alright,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
I gave off a laugh. “So you smell kind of good, what is it?”
He lifted his lip up and motions his finger for me to come closer like it was secret. I played along.
“It’s use to keep witches and wizards away,” he whispered into my ear. His breathe was smoothing and hot on my ear. My eyes widen hoping that he didn’t sense it or saw it. I snapped out of my thoughts of horror.
I laughed again. “What the hell are you talking about; I thought you were only kidding about them.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think that they might exist.”
“Okay, another question, why would that smell keeps the witches and others away from you,” I asked narrowing my eyes like I didn’t believe him.
“You don’t believe me, do you,” he asked me. “Well, anyway it was just a myth that my father used to tell me when I was a little kid.”
His father, I thought.
“Your father, he seems... creative,” I said. “He even gave you that little cologne smell to make these things back off, nice.” I gave my biggest smile to him.
“Yeah, he gave it to me and that he insist that I should wear it,” he said.
I shrugged. “Wanna leave?”
“Sure.”
As he turned around to head back to the classroom, I gave him my smirk because I was going to his house tonight whether he likes it or not.
I followed after school. He worked in Big Bailey’s Ice Cream Shop and he worked until like five. After his work shift, he started to walk around the neighborhood like he didn’t want to go home too early. First, Carson stopped by Dilson’s house and stayed there for almost an hour. When he came out it was already six thirty. Next, he went to the laundry mat and picked up a suit, which I guess is for his father since the suit looked huge on him.
He finally went home at eight. I could see him walking down the street and stopped in front of a condo. Carson rang the doorbell. Uh, I forgot my keys on the counter, dad is going to kill me, he thought.
I watched him from across the street and the door finally opened. A man in his forties came out. He was wearing a t-shirt and a short. At first, I didn’t recognize him, but then I did.
It was Shane.
“Whoa,” Sally said when she saw me just appearing right there next to her. “What you were that lazy and you couldn’t even open the door.”
I didn’t answer her.
“What’s wrong,” she asked turning to face me.
Her mouth dropped open after reading my mind. “What the heck, how did... what?”
“I saw him, he’s in his forties now and Carson is his son,” I explained. “No wonder he smells like rose tips, their demon hunters.”
A tear escaped through my eye; Sally wiped it away. She put her arms around me and holds me tight.
“It’s alright, maybe their just here for some normal life,” she whispered. I shook my head. “What if they are here to catch us and then you’re a witch, oh god.”
“I won’t get caught.”
“Who knows, Monique told me that she wouldn’t get caught and she did at the end.”
“I’m more experience than she is, I’m 156 years old, no worries,” she whispered.
I shrugged.
Leeann happened to be right in front of my house the next morning. She told me that she just passed by and she remembered that I lived here, so she thought she should pick me up.
“Tell me the real reason here,” I asked her once we’re in the car. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to have to say this, this is all so screw up. Why would did I even plan on asking her this question, it’s stupid. Fudge... Uh why am I cursing, disgusting. How am I supposed to start this?
“Oh, I,” she stuttered. I stared at her giving her a chance to tell me what she wants from me.
“See, the spring dance is coming up and if you were me would you like say yes, to a boy... like... Dilson,” she asked wincing on the name.
“Maybe,” I said calmly. “I’ll probably say yes, but I’m not going to have a chance.”
She took a quick glance. Oh my god, don’t tell me she knows this already.
“Why,” she asked.
“Because he’s asking you to the dance,” I answered ignoring her thoughts cursing at me.
She stared at me with horror. “How did you know?”
Leeann almost hit the car in front of us. “Dude, watch it, I don’t want to die yet,” I shouted as she step on the break. It’s not like I was going to die anyway.
“Sorry, but how did you know,” she asked again. I smiled.
“Because your face is telling me everything,” I lied, actually it was a half lie, and because usually when people ask that question that means that it’s happening on them.
She gave me a grin. I laughed at it because she looked like she was in pain with her grin on her face.
“Okay, since you knew already, so do you think I should say yes,” Leeann asked making a turn to the school parking lot.
“Yes, he seems like a great guy,” I answered and I collected by belongings. I stepped out of the car when she finally found an available parking spot.
“I’ll listen to you,” she said and she locked the car.
“You already made up your mind,” I said smiling at her. I was still reading her mind. She looked at me with horror.
I look past her shoulder and spot Dilson in front of a Nissan. “Your love,” I whispered showing her that Dilson was over there.
She slapped my hand. “Shut up.”
I laughed and swing my messenger bag over my shoulder.
“Bye, good luck.”
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