Ending Paradise

Some Days Go Wrong

My friends and I walked around the cafeteria looking for a spot to eat lunch until we settled for a small table in the back of the room.

As I stared in envy at Kendra's and Charlie's large lunches my stomach started to grumble from all the delicious, savory aromas.

I never had lunch because I never pack, I'd forget one, or I'd lose money to buy it.

"Are you sure you don't want some of my snacks? My mom always overpacks my lunch," Kendra offered to hold out a bag of cookies.

It was tempting but I shouldn't even be eating all that crap anyways. Even though it's so good and I'm so hungry.

"Still no lunch today. Do you want my juice box and my blackberry cookie?" He approached me, Wynter Mortem.

A witch prodigy and actual coven leader. I haven't seen him much in the act but everyone says his natural wit and talent make it look easy. His lighthearted personality and exceptional abilities are attractive in their own right but...

No, no, no, no! Get a grip, I have lessons and patrol after school. Just because he's kind of cute and being a little extra nice to me means nothing. I do not have time to focus on others who are fine alone over the weaker ones that need my help.

"I'm fine. All that sugar isn't good for me anyway," I waved him away.

He paused with this stupidly charming smirk on his face, "Alright, but let's not pretend you were eating candy earlier this morning,"

He's such an ass from time to time. Just take no for an answer and move on. I'm not gonna agree to take his food just because it was him who was offered.

Wynter sat on the edge of the table staring down at me. It was arrogant at best, who does he think he is.

"So the boy wonder is stalking me now, I'm flattered but leave me alone," I taunted him hoping he would back down.

I'm mean, that is what privileged kids do. You ruffle their feathers, they get upset, and I get left alone. No harm, no foul, just another person who'll know better than act like a god throwing scraps at a chicken.

"What? I'm just thinking of your benefits. Unless you think you're too good for me," He chuckled with his arms crossed.

"I mean, I come from a long line of elemental scholars, witches, and warriors. You're good but not great,"

Oh? A challenge! Well, mama didn't raise no bitch. I'll show him who's the better prodigy.

I slid out of my seat standing tall next to him. He gets off the table and stands in front of me, ever so slightly looking down at me.

"I may not have genetics on my side like you do but I have many more assets than you. You can only be a fraction of the person I already am and I'm only getting grader," I retorted, eyeing him from the center of his chest, slowly going up.

Our eyes locked and even though his face was bitter, something so scared yet sad filled the core of his dark umber irises.

"Yeah right. You think you're so great but you haven't joined a coven, done a single mission, and you faint turning exams. You may be more favorable but at least I'm not a coward," He brushed off my shoulder as he walked away.

"There's a reason no one does old magic anymore,"

I was lost for words but he wasn't too wrong. Although it's not because I'm scared it's because I can't.