Lumity One-Shots

• EDITED • Ring Pops Are Significant

• Update - I'm officially in my second year of high school. I can't believe it's been this long, I started this in 8th grade.

I would like to thank my dear friend, Hana or @Honeiiiiiiii for the editing help. She was generous enough to help with editing, and tweaking this one shot for your guys' reading pleasure. Please Enjoy! • 

Luz Noceda, the new student, the human. She seemed to fit just right in with the rest of them, never faltering once in her new uptake of magic. Although the young Blight would never admit to such travesty, she was envious. 

Envious of the way that Luz seemed to fit in with people that she didn't even know. Of course, there were a few instances were she was being weird but...over all? She slid right in, and Amity couldn't be seething more. She was green with jealousy for the new girl had more than she ever could.

Even if she had deep hatred for the brunette, it went further than that. Luz hadn't accepted her friendship, and although it's quite ridiculous and the young witch knows, she holds a grudge against the human.

Amity gets up from her position on the window, walking towards the front of the classroom and slipping into her seat, ungraciously for she stumbles in her steps.

"Yo Blight, be careful. Might ruin that pretty face!" She hears the taunt from her bullies.

"What a daddy's girl.." The whispers start again.

"She's a snob, what do you think?"

"I think she's more of the bitchy type. Y'know?"

"Same thing, idiot."

Amity turns around, face blaring red, dashing out the door. She was about to eat her meal or rather, relax. She just couldn't take it anymore.

It had been weeks since everyone in the school had been talking and gossiping about her. She had grown fond of it for a little while but that fact didn't make it any better for soon the things said had started getting to her, even if she seemed to have an exterior made of stone. 

The young Blight had hoped with all her might that with the new incoming year, everything would've stopped. She was about to graduate, shouldn't these four years of complete misery be enough?

In her angered daze, the young witch hadn't realized that there was a person in front of her and that person, was the human, Luz Noceda. She bumped into her, smashing her face against the afore mentioned's chest.

"Owww." She announced while rubbing her forehead.

"Ay dios mio! Are you okay?" Questioned Luz, worried for the girl. She extends her hand out, waiting for the other to take it but instead gets a glare with pure venom.

Amity stands up, never faltering in her venomous stare and pushes herself off the ground with her hands, dusting off the remnants of dirt on her new jeans.

She starts walking off when she hears the girl say, "Are you alright? You never answe-"

The young hispanic is cut off by Amity's cold, glassy, poisonous stare. "You're loved in every way, huh? How spiteful." Luz turns around, astonishment visible. She grabs Amity's arm, and pulls her to the wall, pinning her.

"I apologize, but have we met before?" Looking straight into the witch's eyes with no hesitation.

"Ye- We-We're classmates. Let me go." Amity mumbles, her cheeks turning more into ripe strawberries like in the spring fields by the minute.

"No. I want to know why that's the first thing you say? Surely, a pretty girl like you would have more sense.."

"I have plenty of sense!" Amity spits out, her hands curling into fists.

Luz shakes her head, dropping her hands and leaving Amity to stand alone, by herself again.

"When you get the guts, come and say that to my face, will you." Luz spat as she walked away, disapproval visible in her tone.

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Amity now sat in her math class, twiddling with her pencil. Unintentionally she would start to chew the eraser whenever her thoughts took over. All the young Blight could breathe and think about was her encounter with the tan, good-looking latina.

Unfortunately for her, it did not go unnoticed by many. Every time the teacher had to pull her attention back into the lesson, or every time she got an answer wrong. Amity never got answers wrong.

It consumed her, in every way possible making it difficult for her to focus. The breathing that she remembered to be going down her neck, the sweet vanilla scent that seemed to haunt her. How close they had been, if Amity had just moved a little..We would've kissed...

She shook her head, ridding the thoughts and turning her attention to the lesson but to no avail. Her thoughts retreated back into the short girl.

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Amity slowly closed up her binder, preparing to leave the cell that she was forced to call school. The teacher wagged a finger at her on her way past.

"You need me, Ms?" She asked, just hoping to get out of here.

"Yes, actually. You haven't been paying attention in my class, therefore we have no choice but to give you detention."

"But can't I do anything, Miss?" Dread creeping into her voice.

"One thing. You can help with, the Grom dance decorating. Miss Noceda will be helping you as well, she tends to get herself in a great deal of trouble, that one." Said the teacher as her voice slowly went into a mutter, seeming to talk more to herself than Amity.

"Is there anything else I can do?" The young girl asked, dread creeping up into her in every way possible. I can't do this today...

The thoughts of the other girl had consumed her as a whole. It was more of a cell that held her captive than a sweet bliss that she had believed it to be. 

She had been excited at first, dwelling into the daydreams that often happened but slowly, like torture, it brought her into a dark abyss yearning for her to fill that addiction that seemed to be taking control of her.

Amity was brought back to the present with a tap on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Ms. I'll make sure to be here tomorrow night to decorate." She replied, a grim smile on her face causing her heart to ache.

She knew that if she let herself- she'd fall into this addiction, this need. If the other girl let her, she'd become a monster with an inexplicable desire for her love.

Love...a dangerous thing, really...