𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘌𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛
(the cursed witch, act one)
"DID YOU HAVE A LOBOTOMY?" NINA ASKED EDWARD WHEN SHE SAT DOWN IN THE SEAT NEXT TO HIM AFTER SENDING A QUICK TIGHT-LIPPED GRIN TO MR. BANNER AS SHE WALKED PAST HIM.
Edward looked up from his books that he had been flipping through the pages of. "What?"
It was their last class of the day – something both of them were extremely happy about.
"I asked if you had gotten a lobotomy," Nina replied, her tone sounding as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet.
He shook his head, "I can't say that I have, no." Clearing his throat, he glanced at her, "Why do you ask?"
"Are you bipolar then?" She asked, ignoring his question. "It's alright if you are. I mean, it would make a lot more sense if you were–"
"I'm not bipolar. What are you talking about?"
"If you must ask," She sighed, "Your personality changes every hour. First period, you look like you want to kill me, second period we're BFFs, lunch you're back to hating me, third we don't talk, fourth, now, you have this really off putting look on your face and it's freaking me out."
"I'm smiling, Nina."
"Exactly."
His grin widened slightly, "What's so wrong with my smile? Do I make you uncomfortable, Nina?"
The witch's heart skipped a beat. I wouldn't say uncomfortable, she thought to herself.
"I said off putting. Not uncomfortable. You don't have that much effect on me."
She was lying through her teeth. It was obvious to the boy that sat beside her with a smirk widening with every second as her heart pounded in her chest. He didn't have to hear her thoughts to know what she was feeling.
Edward hummed, "I see." His hand inched closer to hers. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, just as much as she could sense the cold from his. Nina was sure that if she let herself get distracted, she would grab his hand.
The last time his skin had touched hers was weeks ago. The same feeling of calm washed over her, just from his hand being inches away from her own.
She breathed out softly as she pulled her gaze away from him.
He smiled as he looked away. She was so easy to tease.
"Are you going to be a dick again tomorrow morning?" She asked suddenly, still not looking at him.
