CHAPTER 8:
She spent the rest of English class next to Jonathan trying not to appear creepy or awkward.
She hoped she wasn't creepy, as she was the most awkward human being alive.
He smelled good too.
He had that arrogant look about him. That one that made you tell yourself "he's a jerk. I'll never fall for him" as you're falling so quickly it's impossible to focus on anything as he's sitting beside you smelling like those candles your mom has all around the house.
Whenever Charlotte's teacher asked a question, Jonathan raised his hand with a look in his eye saying, this is way too easy.
Charlotte looked at him periodically, and once he caught her eye and winked, speeding the falling process by a long shot.
His eyes were insanely bright. They seemed to fluctuate from green like a tiger's, to blue as the sky. It was unbelievably attractive.
And then school was over.
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Spellbound
FantasyThirteen year old Charlotte Blackthorne has always known she wasn't normal. With her tiger-like grace and owl-like intelligence. But she didn't think she was a faerie. Not a faerie like you know, three inches tall, wings, they puke rainbows and glee...
