Dead Boy Bewitched

01 | bad bully

Coaltown's only high school had a huge problem — the cafeteria was crowded from morning to afternoon. It was like walking into a beehive, the bees being the hormonal teenagers who found a way to get upset or horny if anything as much as the fries being overcooked went wrong. The cafeteria had huge double doors, ones that reached up to the ceiling and once you entered the space, you were greeted with the sight of round tables consisting of four chairs each placed around the entire hall-sized room.

I was in one of those chairs, sitting alone and quietly stalking Andrew Declan from the corner of my eye, my plate of French fries lying untouched on the table.

Ever since my best friend got transferred to Wisconsin, alone had been my status of existence within the doors of Smiths School for Higher Studies. Emilia and I were each other's soul partners. Our mothers allowed us to do everything together. I say 'allowed' because Miss. Lockwood never 'allowed' Emelia to do anything other than go to school. Fun was the word missing from both of our dictionaries due to the undying friendship between our mothers. We were the school's outcast — the kind of girls who weren't bothered much unless they had something you didn't, and which you desperately needed.

Not an easy life, as you can see.

There was a screech. The chair beside me was pulled out and pale fingers were dipped into my fries. I turned my head and spotted a handsome, tall, and big figure of a boy taking the seat beside me. His plate of noodles was placed in front of him and his dark, turquoise eyes that always carried a suggestive glance met mine with a wicked wink. He picked a few fries from my plate and stuffed them into his mouth.

Kai Jones would have been a boy straight out of heaven if it wasn't for his abysmal personality which showed his way in the future to be no worse than hell.

My eyes fell on the same brown, tattered hoodie that he had been wearing for ages. Underneath, he had a white shirt on and a pair of ripped jeans and black converse completed his presence. His face had that perfect shape — the ones that make girls swoon over — with sharp edges. His eyes were beautiful, the lashes long and his dark brown hair was soft, making you wish to run your fingers through them.

Until he opened his mouth, of course.

"Hey, Novi," he greeted me with his usual words, between crunching sounds, and I tore my look away from him.

Disgusting!

"Get out of here, Kai," I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, and went back to observing Andrew.

Andrew was the quarterback star of Smiths School For Higher Studies, and my only crush. I was in love with him since the eighth grade when he helped me with a math problem. He was such a darling. My darling.

Unlike Kai, Andrew had a round face, sweet eyes filled with kindness and he always wore the best clothes. Not to mention, his cologne smelled pretty nice. He had three kinds of scents he used interchangeably, one for each day and then repeat.

My admiration for Andrew was interrupted by Kai's annoyingly deep voice. "You know he doesn't like you, right?"

I turned to him again, leaning in my chair, and showed him the finger.

"Screw you," I swore, and it was returned with a chuckle.

Kai's cold fingers wrapped around my standing middle finger as he brought it to his mouth, and my whole self filled with repulse when he put it in his mouth, wrapping his lips around and sucking on it. His lips were hot and I could see the glint in his eyes as he stared at me while doing that.

He was the only one in the town who would lust after Nancy Nova. Most boys found me too depressing to stay around for long.

I pulled my hand back and rubbed it on my frock, getting his saliva off. He sneered at my actions.