Friday.
Just kill me, would you.
And let her take the blame.
Spend at least 30 years in prison, thank you.
I had made an effort to be early this time, just to be the one to tell her she was late this time yet she was there. Five minutes before agreed time. Dammit. She looks surprised when I enter, but doesn't say anything.
- Since I know you're worried about me, Im okay.
Her sceptical sneer makes me smile. I glance at her open book, reading the title "Confidence boosting brew". Underneath it says it's a mix of two concoctions, Invigoration Draught and Wit-Sharpening Potion. This gives me an idea.
- Do you want to play a game?
She looks up, still sceptical.
- Or are tea parties more your speed, princess?
Here eyelids lower, gripping the glass bottle she is holding hard. Her eyes fiery. It's almost unfair how easy it is to get under her skin.
- What do you suggest?
- I have another cauldron. I make the Invigoration Draught. You make the Wit-Sharpening Potion. Whoever is finished first, wins.
- What will I win?
Cocky, of course. She was being naive.
- What do you want?
She stops, considering her options. She thinks about something that makes her cheeks go red but quickly moves on. Wonder what that was.
- When I win I want you to be nice to me.
What?
- Why?
- Because I don't think you can do it, and Id love to see you struggle.
- That's stupid.
- Well what would you have liked if you could win?
Her self-gloating makes me sick, but I too have to take a step back and asses my options. They are practically endless, aren't they? Maybe a kiss?
HOLD UP.
PAUSE.
NO?!
Disgusting.
Why would you think that?
Moving on.
I wonder how she would look having a cigarette? Or drink. Perhaps do the project? No, she would tell Mr. Pierce the veil and I would fail, so that's out the window. I observe as she arranges her ingredients. What do I want from you, Stella?
- Write my assignments for me.
- That's way too vague.
- Okay, three assignments.
- Two.
- Both O's?
-Do you really think I could deliver less?
- Im sure you could surprise me.
- You have no idea.
Oh?
I have to stop myself from letting my imagination run wild.
- So we have a deal?
- Will you actually keep it.
- Would I lie?
Ouch. Okay, I get it. I would. That's one mean look.
- Did you get all the ingredients?
I ask, looking over the assortment of bottles and jars.
- Yes, I didn't think we would compete so I got the ones for yours too.
- Good. Which ones are mine?
She starts moving around the bottles, separating them to our respective sides and eventually says, while pointing at the group closest to mine:
- Those are yours.
- Thank you, doll.
As I say that, I shove her bottles off the table. The glass clinks and bounces against the hardwood floor and I hear her almost gasp. She looks at me with a " Really? " look and I smirk.
- Nobody smart plays fair.
Im right, of course. I start the process and so does she, picking up the necessary ingredients for the steps one at a time as she uses them. It's not that much of a he'd start, but it's something. Pennies make a dollar.
As we work, a few comments slip out from the both of us. Cocky smirks and disgusted looks and eyeballs exchanged.
- Id put you in a coffin six feet under but I can't tolerate you dir long enough to have you buried without puking.
- How original.
-You're a weed of a human.
- You know Id like to see things from your perspective, but I can't get my head that far up my ass.
- I hope you choke on the shit you talk.
- Aw, you almost hurt my feelings, prissy.
- Go fuck yourself.
- What, right here or do I get some privacy first?
- Say something like that again and I'll throw you out the window, you... what are you doing?
- Checking how high the drop is, it might be worth it.
Jesus, the more time I had to spend with her the more I hated her. At least that's what I think it is. I roll my eyes, but Im still smiling, because Im done. Yes, I may have let it brew for half the time it should have, but that's not the point.
- I won, Stella.
- What?
She turns around from the window, the sun low making the light warm. She looks confused, chocked.
- You can't be.
- I am. I win.
She hurries over, practically pushing me aside and looking at my potion. Its to light, yes, an effect from the underbracing but its done.
- You cheated.
I have to hold back laugh. She actually sounds devastated, her eyes flickering as she tries to comprehend her loss. As she stands there, sad and at loss I lean in to her ear, and whisper.
- I told you sweetheart, nobody smart plays fair.
I can't help but scoff as her cheeks go warm, fury and fluster mixing. You look good in red.
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Snakes that bite
Fanfiction"Snakes are special. Most of them are harmless of course, but there are some that are so venomous that they will kill you before you even know you were bit. That's the kind of snake Lorenzo is." #1 berkshire This is a Enemies to lovers fan fiction a...
