New Girl
I raise my head and stare into my purple-glowing eyes. My shoulders move up and down as I try to control my breathing. I clutch my purple necklace as I breathe in and out. The glowing goes down and all I see are my dull straight black eyes.
I walk back out to the living room and step inside the circle of candles.
“Quick, in and out,” I breathe. I flick my wrist, lighting the candles and close my eyes. Soon enough I start to get flashes.
An orange haired girl. Two wolves. Two boys. Her own black and brown ombré wolf.
I open my eyes. “Shit,” I say looking down at my watch. I flick my wrist, putting the candles out and head back to my room.
I puff a big ball of white. Just like you’ve read in books or seen in movies, things that aren’t good for my body, help calm me down. And by calm I mean, helping settle my witchy shit. I look through my windows searching for the girl with orange hair. I hear the bell ring but I stay in the car, paying no attention. I’ve never seen the girl before so she must be new and judging by the vibes I got from my vision, she’d be one to make some sort of entrance.
Soon enough, I whip my head around to see a motorcycle pulling up to my right. She lifts her helmet revealing orange hair.
The ginger combs her hair with her hand as she walks inside the building. I put the joint out and look at myself in the rearview mirror. Time to get into character.
To blend in and not draw attention, I’ve stayed the quiet, submissive girl for the past few years. The type of girl that hears everything but doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t have friends to say anything too. I’m perfectly fine with that though because I’m completely invisible- no, not literally- so I do see and hear everything but I don’t get bullied or annoyed by people for being a loner.
Let’s do this.
I climb out the car, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and head to Calculus.
*~*
The new girl’s name is Autumn. I inwardly laugh at how they go hand in hand. She’s a ginger, autumn is full of orange and brown. I’m in the cafeteria right now, sitting by myself as usual. I have a book in my hands and while everyone thinks I’m reading, I’m just people-watching. I mean, we do have some really annoying and judgmental bitches here, but I just sit back and watch everyone. It’s pretty interesting with everyone’s personal drama.
“Excuse me?” I look up to see the ginger looking at me.
“Yeah?”
“Oh um, can I sit here?”
I shrug. “Yeah, I don’t care.” I look back down at my book.
Autumn clears her throat, probably to get my attention. I slowly look back up and put my book down.
“So uh, what’s your name?”
“Cee.” I think I’ll play standoffish first and see how it goes with her.
“Oh okay. Uhm, so what about those boys over there?” She moves her eyes in the direction of, as the school thinks, bad boys. I mean that’s one of their names but they’re more just like an attractive group of guys that keep to themselves. Unless you piss them off. I know what they really are but they don’t notice me because I hide in plain sight.
I look over to the boys she’s talking about to see one of them staring right at her. That’s Mason. He sees me catch him and finds interest in the table. But I know his peripherals are still on her.
I focus back on Autumn. “The school calls them bad boys, it’s so cliché. They aren’t that bad, they keep to themselves. And they keep their anger issues in check, so only if you’re annoying them constantly will they actually show their anger. The one that’s interested in you is Mason. The one next to him is Kaiden and directly across Mason is Ace. Sometimes you see Damon or Wyatt.”
She looks impressed but contemplating something. “Oh- wait! How’d you know Mason was into me?” I wish I could say saved by the bell.
“I didn’t say he was into you,” I answer bluntly, leaving her thinking as I get up and leave.
I sling my bag over my shoulder stepping into the hallway. As I’m walking, I feel a small pressure in my head. I smirk knowing they were listening. Judging by the fact that I even feel this pain, I know it’s Ace.
You won’t find anything I don’t want you too. I push Ace out further.
I tap my the pencil on my desk rapidly while staring at the clock. I have a rather good angle at the clock and the door. I’m in Spanish III and it’s super easy. I mean my guardian was mixed with Puerto Rican, Dominican and Cuban so I picked up everything. But her Spanish was pretty interesting to listen to because each speaks Spanish differently. Like Puerto Rican’s swallow their s’s. Cubans and Dominicans are all on their own level, I don’t even know.
I remember her. She was the best guardian I could have. She guided me through spells and with the witch I am or can become. I remember when I was eight and got a vision. She was ready for me and put in the circle guiding me through the process to get more from that vision. When my eyes glowed an unusual orange, she started screaming. “Dios míos! El diablo es aquí!” That was the more clean version. I inwardly smile at that memory. I could never forget her and all the things she did for me, Liza.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts when my pencil is snatched out of my hand, broken and placed back on my desk. I whip my head around to see its Ace. I roll my eyes at him and turn my head back around…
I happened to meet him when his enhanced smell picked up my rosemary and thyme scent, two years ago. He was in his wolf form at the time but I was never scared of him. I mean, my father was a wolf too, and I carried the gene. I just suppressed my wolf side because the supernatural society hates half breeds, mutts. No one knows except for Liza. We became friends and his family took me in. No one but Ace’s inner circle knows and we don’t talk about it.
I eventually moved a few months later, once I got used to the town and got a job to make money. Also out of stubbornness. Him being a werewolf, he can mindlink immediate family, and if he takes the position of being Alpha, the entire pack. I know I’m not a pack member but I also have a few tricks up my sleeve.
Your pencil game is insane, Ace says telepathically.
Oh so that’s what I was feeling, you trying to break my walls.
I must say, you have really good protection. It was difficult but you can’t stop me.
Oh, me. Little ole me can’t stop you?
Nope.
Then why is your head hurting like hell. I think your vision is blurry too. Try again, Ace. By the way, your flirting is rusty. My pencil game?
I block him out again, building the maze block. In the corner of my eye I see Ace curse under his breath.
