❝You being an actual witch would be really helpful right now!❞
❝I just can't win with you people!❞
The concept of witches has been around for centuries. Challan Logan did not believe in witches one bit. She wasn't entirely sure where the myth had be...
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CHAPTER THIRTY. RELATIONSHIP ADVICE FROM THE UNDERQUALIFIED
☆ミ ☆彡
A COOL SUMMER BREEZE JOSSLED THROUGH HER HAIR as she sat on the sidewalk. A book rested in Challan's lap as Max skateboarded on the road in front of her. The redhead had been trying to master a new trick for the past few days but couldn't quite get it right. Today, she decided, would be the day that she mastered it. And Challan would be there to see it.
Max wasn't sure why she still tried to impress Challan. She already got the girl, she didn't really have a need to. Maybe she just wanted to keep Challan interested in her. She didn't want to give the girl a reason to get bored. Maybe. She didn't know.
Challan was only half paying attention though, too busy reading her book. She would look up occasionally when Max was grunt or groan in frustration, wanting to make sure the redhead was okay. Currently, Challan's eyes were on her book, reading silently as Max attempted the trick again. The redhead jumped up and nearly tripped on the skateboard, which went rolling down the road.
"Shit!"
Challan looked up, watching the skateboard roll down the road. "You okay?"
Max nodded with a huff about to go retrieve her skateboard but stopped when it was kicked up and grabbed by someone. Eleven walked up to Max, gripping the redhead's skateboard in both of her hands. Challan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She didn't know why Eleven was there, the girl had never attempted to hang out with them before.
"Hi," Eleven greeted Max once she came to a stop in front of her. Challan closed her book and stood up, eyeing Eleven wearily.
"Hi?" Max said, also extremely confused. Her blue eyes looked to Challan, Eleven's eyes following Max's and then the two faced one another again.
"Can we talk?" Eleven asked hesitantly.
Max and Challan glanced at one another and Challan walked forward. "About what?"
"About Mike. I think he's... losing interest in me," Eleven replied.
Challan's eyebrows furrowed and she nodded, "Uh, okay. Let's talk then."
Max nodded too, "Yeah, sure, I guess."
The three walked to Max's front door, entered the house, and made a beeline for the redhead's bedroom. Challan took a seat on Max's bed as Eleven began looking around the unfamiliar bedroom.
Challan and Max looked at Eleven expectantly and after a moment, she began explaining the situation to them. At some point as Eleven talked, Max began pacing in front of where Challan and Eleven sat on the bed.
