❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter six ☪︎
❛the plan.❜
"So, you're a witch?" Lydia asked, pursing her lips. Val nodded, feeling only a twinge of insecurity. Scott had told her that Allison and Lydia were in on everything. Val knew she could trust them, and in the worst possible scenario, she could just wipe their memory.
Allison's looked in the rearview mirror of her car. "Is it weird if I say I'm not surprised?"
"You guys have heard enough crazy things that I didn't think it would be shocking," she joked, keeping her eyes out for a green light.
For the rest of the ride, she answered their questions, which thankfully all were out of curiosity, not disgust. It felt like an average conversation from the group, even if they had only been friends for a short amount of time. Shared experience made people bond fast; she learned that through Maryse too.
Lydia swiped her lipstick over her lips, cautiously lining the outer rim. "So theoretically, you could do anything?" Val nodded. "So you could, I don't know, make me a love potion. . ." She smirked, her green eyes glittering.
"Theoretically, I could, but love potions are weird. It's not true love, but I don't need to get into the details." She recalled the other day. "Lydia, not the freshmen-"
Allison kept her eyes on the road as their laughter rang through the car, earning an annoyed look from the strawberry blonde. "If you're going to make fun of me about Scott then this is a perfect opportunity for me to-"
Lydia hit the girls with her purse, a mock-scowl dawning her freshly painted lips. "You guys are ridiculous," she said, looking out the window.
The driver pulled into an open spot and pulled her keys from their spot. "So, Mystery Girl leaves a bruise on our arms that turns out to be the logo for a bank?" Allison said as she shut the door behind her.
The vault. Val followed behind her, swinging her bag over her shoulder. "Did you say a bank logo?"
Lydia joined the other two girls at the trunk. "Yeah," she scoffed. "What's she trying to do? Give us investment advice?"
