The Devil's Son ✔

Watery Past

'Hello Mr. Ames,' Charlotte and Grace greeted as they arrived at my house on Saturday.

My father smiled, 'Hello Charlotte, Grace,' he nodded at each of them before going back to his beloved coffee machine. My father was called Jett Ames. At birth my mother had given me her surname instead of my dad's. When I asked about it dad only said she was extra determined on me receiving her surname instead of my father's.

Elizabeth Ames sounded more normal than Elizabeth de Baptiste.

'Ready for the lake party?' Charlotte grinned, taking a cookie from the glass jar in our kitchen.

They had been invited by Jack who had been hanging out with them more than usual. Jack Isle was telling them to help him with asking me out. It would've made me giddy before the spell, now I just got snappy every time my best friends talked about him. They had gotten the message and kept everything to themselves now.

'Kind of,' I muttered, squeezing the orange more aggressive than necessary as I made my fresh orange juice.

I heard Grace sigh, 'I am so not looking forward to Owen's singing'.

'You heard him sing before?' I asked, a grin sliding onto my face.

'Oh don't remind me,' she pleaded dramatically before laughing, 'He's awful. We had him once to sing the anthem for us before last years Volleyball Nationals and we were embarrassed in front of all the national teams'.

'You still killed it though,' Charlotte piped in and Grace grinned.

'Of course I did'

We laughed and my father turned around, 'Anymore matches coming up soon Grace?'

'No sir, the volleyball team is having a well earned break for a few weeks'

'Well, be sure to get me those tickets when you go to the championships,' he grinned as he picked up his coffee.

'Of course, wouldn't forget about it,' Grace smiled and we watched my father leave for his study.

'Your dads like... super nice,' Charlotte said.

Grace and I both scoffed, 'Are you implying that your dad isn't? He's like the teddy bears of teddy bears,' Grace commented, making me grin.

Charlottes dad had tattoos. Was large in build and looked so menacing that the first few times Grace and I went to her house we cried. But Mr. O'Brian was the nicest man on Earth. He was the one who treated us all to ice cream with extra sprinkles and made sure the clerk at McDonalds would give us all the toys when we got Happy Meals. He was the kind of guy who got other people to listen to him.

We spent an hour talking about the time Charlottes dad had forced this pimply teenager at McDonalds to stuff all the toys he could in that small Happy Meal box. It had been like a robbery.

Charlotte was embarrassed but Grace and I thought Mr. O'Brian was just the coolest.

After a couple more drinks and a goodbye to dad we decided we should go to the party.

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It had been happening without us.

There was already a small campfire going but it was still light enough for us to make out the shallow and deep parts of Willowby Lake.

Just like its name suggested the Willowby Lake was encircled by willows. Their long lean branches stretching into the water, their leaves like seaweed in the soft current.

I noticed Lucian and Trinity straight away. They were talking, or to be more precise, Trinity was talking and Lucian was listening... or so it seemed.