Lovley Fire

Chapter 8

Three days had past surprisingly fast when Eclaire finally decided to let me go back to school. She said that everything should be okay for now on, that I might just be even safer at school. But how could I possibly be safer at school when now and days if somebody looks as if they are being kidnapped, nobody else does a single thing about it? I guess in a way it would be better since I would blend in with the crowds of teenage students and there would be teachers there. But what happens when I have to come home? I know Chastity’s brother will be taking me home, but still…what if something happens?

“You’ll be okay, right?” Aunt Eclaire asked as she cupped her hand over mine as we drove into the school’s parking lot. This time, she really looked like she cared. She looked like my mom.

“Yeah, I think so,” I replied with a small smile. She returned the smile and let my hand go as I got out of the car. I noticed Jay and Chastity were waiting for me, along with William Moore who happens to be Jay’s friend and one of the most annoying, devious boys in this school. He’s also pretty stupid too. As I waved good bye to my Aunt, Jay and Chastity and Will sprang up behind me, also waving good bye.

“Whoa,” Will nearly shouted behind me. “Is that your aunt? Man, she’s hot!” I turned around to his wide brown eyes that seemed abnormally bright. I just rolled my eyes at him.

“Eyes off, lover boy.” I shoved past him with Chastity by my side. I could hear Jay chuckling behind me and could almost feel the glare that Will was giving me. We walked into the school where a crowded group of people were standing, watching the Lipsticks…arguing with…each other?

“Well thanks for the compliment Lindsey Lohan!” Trixie Harris literally screamed at Elieene Stone. Wow, they were actually fighting with each other and not somebody else. Well…this might turn out to actually be a pretty good day.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a dumb blond then I could have given you an even nicer comment, like, you’re stupid as hell. See, that one was even better,” Elieene spit back with fury. She balled her small hands into fists with anger. I could almost feel the vibe of hate radiating off of her. No uses of powers were allowed in the school, so hopefully Elieene doesn’t blow this school into a million pieces. But she is only a witch, and witches can only do small spells that aren’t able to cause that much damage. If she had the powers of a Wind Carrier, then she would probably blow this place away with the flick of one finger. I can guess which finger too.

“You are such a whore, Elieene,” Trixie said putting her hand on her hip with a threatening grin. Now, she wasn’t the dumb blond that everybody knows anymore. This is when she goes from complete blond to a total devil. A devious, clever little devil. “Maybe you should just go screw some other guy again and get over this crap. Maybe you can go hook up with your ex-boyfriend James. Just like you do every other weekend, as you told me.” Several gasps traveled through the crowd, heck I even gasped. I knew that these girls weren’t the best ‘good’ girls in the school, but I never knew that they were this bad.  This is what Trixie Harris does; she puts you on the spot and humiliates you in every single way, in front of everybody. I hate to say this but, I myself wouldn’t even dare to get into a speech fight with her. She’d murder me with her words and my own past.

“You bitch! How could you say that? You’re lying!” Elieene screamed back at her. Of course, it could be a lie, but I truly doubt it. You can easily see the nervous look in Eileene’s eyes and the sad thing is, Trixie probably has a whole list of things to humiliate Elieene with. She’ll use every single secret that Elieene has told her to manipulate her and use it against her in every possible way.

“Oh I’m the bitch? You’re the one screamin’ at me just because you are jealous of her!” Trixie shouted back and then pointed at…me. I looked around for a moment, confused. But she certainly wasn’t pointing at anybody else as her finger shook with anger only a few feet from my face. I arched my eye brows in confusion, trying to put this thing together. Me? How could she be jealous, of all people, me?