Chapter 10
I stare at the cupcake in shock.
Suddenly, Adam looks at me and grins. "Give me a second. I swear I put them in here," he then turns back around and continues his search.
I release a sigh of relief and look back at the cupcake - which is still in the air by the way.
I glare at it.
Come down you... delicious cupcake!
Ohh how threatening.
I hit the side of my head, internally groaning. I'm about to try again right before I see hear Adam yell.
"Ah! Found it!"Â He shouts. I widen my eyes when I see him begin to turn around, so I swipe my hand in their air and grab the cupcake, shoving it in my mouth.
He furrows his eyebrows when he sees the cupcake smeared all over my mouth, but ignores what he's witnessing. "So... I'll pick you up at 4 on Saturday?" He smriks.
I raise my eyebrows as I'm ripping a napkin out of his hand. "And what's on Saturday?" I ask, wiping my mouth.
My face scrunches up when I see what was on my face though what the napkin picked up.
"The carnival. What do you say, Sunshine?" He then sticks his hand out, cupping my jaw with his hand, dragging across my lower lip with his thumb.
I stare dumbstruck when I see a little of frosting on his thumb, which he then puts in his mouth, sucking it clean.
Wow... smooth.
"I, uh, I don't know Adam. We hardly know each other. What if you're like a rapist on the down low?"
Did... did I just suggest he's a rapist? To his face?
What's wrong with me?
Thankfully, he laughs, thinking it was probably a joke.
It wasn't, but okay!
"I promise I'm not a rapist. Does that ease your mind, or do I have to serenade you?" He sends me a smile, with a little dimple peaking out.
"Neither. Sorry Adam. Plus, carnival's are not really my scene,' I trail off, remembering the last time I was at a carnival.
With Jessica, back in Vancouver.
I erase any thought of her at the moment, so I don't scare him off with my tears. I send him a gentle smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Any other options?" I ask, grabbing a cupcake.
"I've got none so far... you know you're quite strange," he furrows his eyebrows at me as I'm licking the frosting.
I raise my eyebrows, and swipe a little frosting off. I then smear a straight line on each cheek. "I'm strange? You look like you belong on an edible football team," I grin widely and he laughs loudly.
I widen my eyes. "Not because you look edible... like your body... because the frosting is edible and the lines are kinda like what you do when you play football... okay I'm shutting up now," I take a big bite out of the cupcake, and look down, refusing to make eye contact.
When he doesn't say anything for a couple of seconds, I look up, realizing he's looking at me with... admiration?
We stare at each other silently for a couple of moments before I look down, blushing like a clown.
I clear my throat and decide to take a new topic route. "So, what's the time now?"
I wipe my mouth with a napkin as he checks his phone. "Almost 5.00pm, do you want to start heading back down?" He asks me.
I take one last look at the view, knowing I'm never gonna see anything like it again. "Yeah, let's go."
Everything we haven't finished is being put back in his bag, and all of the garbage is inside the wrapped blanket.
We start descending down 20 minutes later, and I get home just as the sun is setting.
I stare at Adam's flexing back as he's shoving everything in the back of his car.
He turns around to face me, with an unknown expression on his face. "I had fun today, Emma," he stays silent for a couple more moments before continuing. "I'd really like to get to know you better. Without your stalkers with us, of course," he grins, most likely talking about Jason and Lucas.
"Jason knows his boundaries, and you don't have to worry about Lucas, we're not exactly on the best of terms," I send him a small smile.
"One day, you're gonna have to tell me about that," he crosses his arms, causing his muscles to pop out more.
"Nothing to tell. One day we were friends, the next, we weren't," I say quietly, remembering how I felt when Lucas started acting completely different with me in the middle of fifth grade.
Adam stares at me silently, probably not knowing what to say. "Well, do you know why? Even Jason. Did he mention why he suddenly stopped talking to you during tenth grade?" He asks.
I furrow my eyebrows. "How did you know Jason ignored me during that time?" I go through my memories with Adam to see if I ever told him about that, but I come out blank.
He chuckles. "You were intoxicated when we met, remember? You said a lot of things."
I laugh, slightly remembering how I forced him to go upstairs with me so the guys would think we were fooling around.
"I should probably go, stalker number two is outside his window, staring like a creep," Adam says, looking at the direction Jason's house is located.
I pucker my lips and follow Adam's gaze, to which then lands to Jason's bedroom window. I see Jason briefly before he jumps down.
I laugh abruptly and face Adam again. "Who's stalker number one?"
"Lucas, of course. If it wasn't obvious he basically hated your guts, I'd assume he was in love with you," he says confidently while I choke on my spit.
"Lucas? Me? Unlikely. No, not even unlikely. Impossible is more like it," I state boldly.
He laughs once again. "I know, I know. I'm just trying to figure out why he cares if I'm near you or not. Jealous maybe?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"Jealous? Of what?" I question.
"Well, if you're with me more, then he can't bother you. He probably wants you all to himself so he can annoy you," he winks and I nod in confidence.
"Yes. That's it. He loves having the pleasure of annoying me," agreeing to what he's just said.
The thought of him annoying me reminds me about what happened during our date. "I... should probably get going. I'll see you tomorrow at school?"
He nods, a small smile peaking out from his lips. Suddenly his face is so close to mine that our noses are brushing against each other.
I widen my eyes as he lowers himself down, however turns his head slightly so he kisses my cheek instead of my lips.
The kiss lingers for a couple of seconds before he finally pushes away.
Once he takes a step back, he sends me a million dollar smile and goes inside his car.
"See you tomorrow Sunshine," he shouts through the open window before speeding down the street.
I release a sigh of relief and take out the key from my shoe.
I get in the house in a matter of seconds, and decide to go to my room.
I walk up the stairs slowly, until I enter my dark bedroom. Sitting down on my bed, I open and close my hand, expecting something to happen.
Nothing. Nada.
I look around my room to find something to use, and decide to target a easter egg I painted with Jason when we were 7 years old.
I squint my eyes at the object and stick my arm out in front of me, keeping my hand wide open.
"Come," I say lowly, expecting it to listen to me.
Obvious it doesn't because... it's an inanimate object for christ sake.
I'll get used to it eventually.
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It finally hit me the next morning.
I'm awake 30 minute before my alarm is supposed to go off, so I decide to take a little adventure.
I throw the blanket off of me, and don't bother getting ready as I rush down the stairs in only a t-shirt and shorts.
I shove my feet into my black toms that are in front of the house and disable the house alarm.
Soon after, I jog across the lawn and make it in front of Jason's house in a matter of seconds.
I knock repetitively, waiting for him to open the door.
Thankfully, he shows up less than a minute later, opening the front door.
However, I'm faced in front of a naked chest rather then a covered one.
I first take in the boxer shorts he's wearing, then I begin dragging my eyes up until I'm staring into his chocolate brown eyes.
Rubbing my neck, I look down to the ground. "We have a situation," I whisper quietly.
"What's the situation?" He asks. My mouth moves, ready to answer, but nothing comes out.
Suddenly, his warm hand is cupping my chin, lifting my head up so I'm staring into his concerned eyes. Once he connects the dots, and understands the uneasiness I'm currently feeling, he drops his hand, and curses under his breath.
He grabs his phone from the table next to the door, and lets me come in.
He dials someones number as I'm slowly taking a seat on his couch. "Luke. Come over. Now," Jason says flatly, and without waiting for a response, he hangs up.
Jason drops his phone to the seat next to me, and suddenly kneels in front of me. "Are you okay Emma?"
I take slow breaths. "I'll tell you both at the same time," I whisper, and he nods in understanding.
Less than 10 minutes later, Lucas opens the door like he lives here. "What's going on?" He asks, taking in the scene in front of him.
Once Lucas takes his seat next to me, Jason moves around the coffee table and sits on the couch across from me. "I think I used telekinesis yesterday?" I begin.
"What?" They both whisper loudly.
I nod my head slowly. "Yeah. I got excited to eat cupcakes, and next thing I know, one of them is in the air."
"Wait, cupcakes? Were you in public?" Lucas interjects.
I shake my head. "I was with Adam, but he was turned the other way when it happened. I swiped it out of the air before he saw it."
Lucas's features tighten when I mention Adam. "Why was that shit head with you? What were you even doing with him?" He begins, but Jason cuts him off.
"You sure he didn't see anything?" He asks, worry written all over his face at the thought of me being caught.
I nod my head confidently. "He didn't see. He was reaching for napkins that were in his bag when it happened. He could not have seen anything," I pause before continuing. "But... what the fuck guys? Why did it happen now?"
Jason thinks for a moment. "It makes sense actually. Your mom said that when you were really emotional, something happened. Maybe it wasn't just sadness that affected it. Excitement could have been another emotion that triggered it to happen," he reasons.
"So, it's official, isn't it? Whatever my dad has been putting in my drink was affecting my abilities?" I grit my teeth as they both nod their head slowly in agreement.
"You don't have to go to school today... I can stay with you," Jason suggests after a couple moments of silence.
"No, no. I have to go to school. It'll clear my mind about how fucked up my life has gotten in the last couple years," I look down, shaking my head.
They both stay silent, and I decide to continue. "My parents divorce. Moving to Vancouver. My sister and moms death. This whole witches thing, and god knows what my dads role is in all of this. What else is there?" I list some of the things that happened in my life, but decide on not mentioning what happened in Vancouver, or what Jessica was trying to say the day of my parents announcement of the divorce.
Suddenly, a warm, large hand is on my thigh. I stare at Lucas, then his hand.
Once I look into his ocean blue eyes again, he looks down to where his hand is placed and tightens his hold on my thigh, as if he's saying, you're not alone.
But I don't think that's what he means. Considering our history, that would be the last thing he would mean.
I clear my throat, and slowly stand up, causing Lucas's hand to fall back down to his knee.
"I'm gonna go get ready, I'll be back soon," I look at Jason, however he seems to be focused on Lucas's hand, which was on my thigh just seconds ago.
I feel like his hand left a permanent mark on my thigh.
I mumble a quick goodbye before I leave his house.
I walk across the lawn, and open the door to my house. I start walking to the stairs just as I hear clinking noises.
I start walking slower, to avoid conversation with my dad, however the ground betrays me when it makes a squeaking sound.
Dammit.
"Emma, are you up honey?" My dad shouts from the kitchen.
Just as I'm about to respond, he emerges from the kitchen doorway. With the glass of orange juice in his hand.
"Here hon. I got it ready for you," he grins, handing it over to me.
I slowly grab onto the cup and stare at him emotionless.
I don't know why I did what I did next, but at that moment, my body and mind were betraying me.
I keep eye contact with him as I walk to the kitchen, and then to the kitchen sink.
I stare into his eyes like I'm staring into his soul as I begin to pour the juice down the sink.
"Emma? What are you doing?" He furrows his eyebrows, however I can see through his facade that he's panicking.
"Isn't it obvious?" I answer dryly.
I walk upstairs to my room without another word, and begin getting ready for school.
Once I brush my teeth and hair, I style my hair in the most basic way. A pony tail.
I settle with leggings and a baggy grey long sleeve shirt, and put on my Nike's that I wore yesterday.
I'm ready after 5 minutes pass, but stay seated on my bed until I know my dad has left.
After a couple of minutes, I stand slowly and make my way down the stairs, however come to a sudden stop when I see my dad leaning against the wall across the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, with an angry expression on his face.
He actually looks scary.
I shake off my fear when he finally speaks. "Why did you do that?" He asks, however I think he's demanding more than asking.
Raising my eyebrows, I decide to ignore that question. I have the right to be pissed.
I walk to the kitchen and grab a banana from the counter. My dad follows me. "What's wrong, Emma? Talk to me," he tries to say softly, but I can hear the edginess in his voice.
I turning around, and laugh. "What's wrong, dad?" I pause before continuing. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing," sarcasm is laced in my voice as I go back to focusing on the banana.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" He snarls, changing his approach.
I stop unpeeling the banana. "My... problem?" I ask slowly.
He nods, gritting his teeth in the process.
Setting my banana down on the island table, I stare at him with no emotion, not giving away what I'm actually feeling. "My problem, dad, is that you have been putting something into the orange juice without my knowledge... no, even better! You knew the whole secret this whole time, and never even told me!"
He looks at me, and swallows hard. "You know."
"Damn fucking right I know!" I shout in irritation.
"I may be at fault here, but you don't swear at your father," he growls, and I laugh dryly.
"Father? You've barely spoken to me in years! Now, you're drugging me with God knows what! What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to act? You filed for a divorce out of nowhere and rarely ever contacted me or Jessica!" I rant, not caring that I'm making him more angry.
I look down to my feet once I feel moisture coming from my eyes. "You were a terrible father after you left us," I whisper mostly to myself, however by the sharp intake of breath he takes, I assume he heard me.
Just as I look up to see his hurt expression, my face flings to the other side.
My dad just hit me across the face.
I scoff, slowly facing him again.
I look at him though my tear stained eyes, fear written on his face.
"Emma..." he begins, but I decide not to let him finish.
I grab the banana from the island, and walk to the front of the house.
Once I've reached for my bag, I open the door, and sling it across my shoulder.
Slamming the door behind me, I speed walk to Jason's house.
I stand in front of the door, wiping some of the tears that escaped.
Once I believe my face is presentable, I open the door and walk inside.
Jason is nowhere to be found, however Lucas is easily spotted from the couch.
Lucas turns around, and widens his eyes a fraction for a moment when he looks at me. Most people probably wouldn't have caught it, but I did.
I drop my bag down, and slowly walk to the living room.
Taking the seat where I was previously sitting, we both stare at the coffee table in front of us.
"Where's Jason?" I ask, deciding to break the silence.
"Still getting ready," he whispers, and I look at him.
More specifically, his dirty blond hair.
He faces me only seconds later, and furrows his eyebrows. "Are you... okay?"
I sigh, shaking my head. "I did something stupid."
"Don't you always?" He cracks a grin, trying to lighten the mood, however I just cringe.
"I told my dad I know. That I'm a witch. That I know he's basically been drugging me," I state slowly, not realizing I was rubbing the cheek he hit until I spoke.
"What did he say?" Lucas asks slowly.
Before I can correct him that he didn't say anything, but that he did something, we get interrupted by loud steps descending down the stairs. "Ready?" Jason asks from the last step.
I look at him and direct a soft smile towards him, nodding at his question.
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Lucas decides to drive to school on his own so I ride with Jason.
We get to school in a matter of minutes, and Jason parks right next to Lucas in front of the school.
"Yo Sunshine," someone shouts behind me as I'm heading to my locker.
Already knowing who it is, I walk to the side of the hall - so we don't annoy people around us - and smile softly as I turn around to face Adam. "Hey Adam, what's up?"
Adam grins, and walks up to me until we're a foot apart. "Just wanted to ask when I should pick you up Saturday."
My eyebrows shoot up. "I'm sure we talked about this. I'm not going, Adam."
"Come on Sunshine. It'll be fun. If you're bored within an hour, I'll do whatever you like," he smirks before taking a small step closer. "And I do mean whatever you like."
I blush slightly, but shove him away. "I'll think about it, okay?"
He laughs, wrapping his arm around me. "I knew you'd crack eventually," he pokes my nose playfully and I hit his hand.
"Really? I'm that obvious? Well, I guess me taking back what I said would ruin your idea of how this conversation will go," I smile innocently, and shove him harder so his arm is off me.
"Come on Sunshine, don't be like that!" He shouts behind me as I'm walking away from him.
I bite my lip, and look down, trying to mask the smile that's daring to show itself.
Without warning, someone reaches for my wrist and spins me around.
I face Adam once again, and his mischievous grin. "I won't leave you alone until you agree to go with me on Saturday."
Just as I'm about to reply, Adam suddenly lets go of my wrist, and is no longer in front of me.
I look around the hall in confusion, however end up finding him against the lockers with Lucas's hands on his shoulders, keeping him back.
I groan, and walk closer to them. "I'm onto you, Lockheart," I hear Lucas growl in his ear once I'm close enough.
I touch Lucas's shoulder, and his head snaps to me with a glare on his face that would make anybody want to run to the hills and hide.
Luckily, I'm not one of them.
His glare lessens, but it still there. Rolling my eyes, I shove him harder until he lets go of Adam.
Once there's a couple feet between them, I give Adam a sympathetic look. "Hey, you should go. I'll see you at lunch or something."
Adam nods, not taking his eyes off Lucas.
After they've both been staring at each other for what seems to feel like a minute or so, Adam's eyes lock with mine. "I'll see you, Sunshine," he sends me one last grin before disappearing behind the crowd that is surrounding us.
I didn't notice they were here.
"What the fuck are you all looking at? Go to fucking class or some shit!" Lucas yells, and everyone in the hall shuffles to their homeroom classes until it's just us in the hall.
"What was that about, Lucas?" I ask, slightly irritated at his behavior.
Lucas stays at me intensely. "I have a bad feeling about him, Emma."
My eyebrows shoot up from what he said, and the fact he said my name. "A... bad feeling? Or you just don't like him?"
Lucas smirks and shrugs. "That too."
His mischievous expression suddenly turns bleak. "I'm serious. He doesn't send the right vibe. It's weird. I can't explain it," he tries explaining.
I shake my head, and take slow steps back. "Just admit it. You don't like him. No need to lie about having a bad feeling," I say before I turn around, walking to the direction of my first period class.
"I'm not joking around, Princess!" Lucas shouts behind me.
I roll my eyes at his confession, and make my way to Calculus.
"Emmy! Did you hear?" Anna shouts from her seat when she sees me entering the class.
I quickly nod my head in greeting to Jasmine as I take my seat next to her. "Heard what?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.
Suddenly, Jason's empty seat is occupied by Lauren. "About the carnival! Me and Dylan are going," she grins happily. "I told him that if he tries hitting the red dot while playing dunk tank, and wins, I'm gonna give him a very special surprise."
I widen my eyes in shock as I stare at my once boy-hater friend. "I feel like the next thing you tell me is that you're in love with him," I say and she laughs in my face.
"Oh, no. No, no, no. Not love. Trust me," she rambles and I nod my head in understanding.
"Got it," I tightly smile before I look at Anna. "Are you going with a special someone Anne?"
"Well... I was hoping we all go as a group! Us," she makes a circle around all four of us.
"The boys if you'd want Emma. And whoever else wants to join!" She shouts in excitement.
Jasmine intakes sharply. "Oh, I'm sorry Anna, I can't go. I have something to do," she says apologetically.
Just as Anna's gonna ask her a million questions, the last bell rings.
Question hour will begin at lunch, then.
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"Holy crap," I shout as I bump into someones chest.
Lauren stifles a giggle next to me when she sees who I bump into, and I slowly raise my head to see Lucas's piercing eyes.
I slowly turn my head towards Lauren, but having the disability of not being able to look away from Lucas. "Uh, I'll meet you at the cafeteria, Laur."
Lauren mumbles something under her breath and walks to the entrance of the cafeteria. Once the hall is almost empty, Lucas breaks the silence. "Has your magic reappeared yet?" He asks quietly, looking down at me with an unknown emotion in his eyes.
Shaking my head in refusal, he sighs in disappointment. "The faster it shows up, the more faster we can help you control it."
"You think I don't know that? I know. Trust me, I know. I'm scared every time I'm not with Jason, heck even you, something will happen. And this time someone will catch me," I shake in fear, and Lucas puts his large hand on my shoulder.
I stare at him in confusion, wondering what's going on with him. Before I can even ask, he rips his hand off me like it was on fire and goes inside the cafeteria.
Alright then.
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By the end of the day, I'm all ready to go home.
Well... I was ready since I got here, but still.
As I'm shoving my Calculus textbook in my locker, I suddenly hear someone grunt in pain.
Furrowing my eyebrows, I see Brandon Lemen, who's in my Chemistry class, rubbing his shoulder. His facial features tighten, and I look to the side and see Lucas smirking at him.
Slowly, Brandon turns around and raises his fist to punch Lucas in the face.
Like he can see his action from a mile away, Lucas prepares his hand so it catches Brandon's while it's flying in the air.
Lucas looks like the devil himself in that moment, and for one second -only one- I'm actually scared of him.
He grits his teeth, and twists Brandon's hand, which leads him to wail in pain.
A full blown fight begins in the middle of the hall, and suddenly my view of Lucas is blocked by dozens of people surrounding them.
Shutting my locker quickly, I make my way closer to where the fight originated to make sure Lucas is okay.
I bump past many people, and hear cheers along the way. Crazy animals.
Once I'm in front, I'm immediately engaged in the fight.
Holy...
I don't know why I was worried about Lucas when he seems to know how to take care of himself.
Brandon is now lying on the floor crying in pain as Lucas is standing over him, continually kicking him in the stomach.
"He's so hot!" A blonde girl in glasses next to me fangirls, and her company next to her shakes her head.
"He's not hot. He's no good. Don't fall for that whole bad boy act, Harper," her friend speaks in disapproval.
Deciding to intervene, I step forward and touch Lucas's shoulder. His head snaps to me, sending me a deadly look. I release a shaky breath in fear, and Lucas stops.
He relaxes slightly, his eyes taking in my appearance slowly. Once he looks behind me, a dark look grows on his face again. "What are you looking at? Go home!" He shouts at everyone, which results in everyone scrambling off -except for Brandon, who's laying still on the floor.
I realize he's unconscious, so I kneel down to check his pulse. It's still there, but it's faint. "We have to take him to the hospital," I look at Lucas wide eyed, and he stays still, showing no emotion.
Once I realize he's not gonna answer me, I stand up so I'm right in front of him. "Why did you fight him, Lucas?" I ask carefully.
His eyes shoot to mine, and his gaze hardens. He doesn't answer again, so I change the topic. "Can you at least call the ambulance?" I look down at Brandon's body, excepting at least an okay from Lucas, but when I look up again, Lucas is gone.
Fucker.
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I get home around 6.00pm after I called an ambulance, and got asked some questions.
I'm still angry at Lucas for leaving the scene, but not as angry that I will literally drive to his house and scold him.
I spend the rest of the night completing the homework I was assigned today, and order in sushi.
The next morning, I wake up by my alarm clock, but when I go to shut it off, it's not where it normally is.
I crack my eyes open slightly and adjust to the new lighting.
Once I do, I widen my eyes when I spot my alarm clock standing still above my head.
Fuck me.
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Wow, I'm tired.
So, I'm thinking of posting every Friday for He's No Good because I basically have only Wednesday to work on it.
I'll let you know if it's going to be 100% official next week.
Anyways! Thank you for reading!
5,000 words... I feel like I write more and more each time. I need to chill.
I'll see all you lovelies in the next chapter xx