Under A Love Spell, Literally

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"I know we went over this a thousand times, but I just want to make sure one more time," Mom says as she turns towards us from the front seat, "So, no making anyone disappear, no cheating, no magic frogs appearing out of no where, no pranks with magic, overall NO-"

"Magic!!!" Lorenzo, Ceazar, and I finish Mom's speech that we get every time we transfer schools.

Mom gives us her 'stink eye', then turns back around to take a deep breath. "Okay, I love you guys, and Ceazar, please try to last in this school for at least a whole month," cue his eye roll and huff, "And Lorenzo, please try not to get a girl pregnant for a week."

Cue my eye roll. I blow a kiss to mom, and in a snap of my fingers, I appear behind the school's building. I know I'm going to pay hell for doing that in public, but we were going to be late. I get my books and schedule, and head over to History, my favorite class.

We transfer schools so much, we've been to almost every school in the country. I really hope we get to stay a while in this one, I love California.

I knock on the door, and enter the class. Everyone stops talking, and all eyes turn towards me, including the teacher's.

"Miss.Petrova, I see you're late on your first day." He says, looking at me over his glasses.

I smile and nod, "I see that, too" A couple of people chuckle at my remark.

The teacher twists his mouth in distaste and says, "I would appreciate it if commentary would be kept to yourself." I'm about to say something else, but decide to shut my mouth.

"Care to introduce yourself to the class?"

"I'm Valentina, half Italian, and I have 6 other siblings. I can speak 6 languages, and play 4 instruments."

"Way to show off" a guy shouts out from the back of the class. My eyes search the class, trying to clarify the guy who said it. "Hey, it's not my fault you don't have any other talents than being stupid, don't ruin my first day." Ooh's rang around the class as people pointed and murmured.

"Please have a seat, Miss.Petrova. It's Mr. Laric."

I pick a seat in the middle of the class next to a blonde girl with glasses. Mr. Laric continues where he left off, and not too long later, the girl nudges me and whispers with a grin, "I think what you did was pretty cool, you know, the way you replied back to Mike the Moron."

I muffle a laugh at the nickname. "Thanks, I try."

"I'm Spencer, by the way."

"Are you really half-Italian? A lot of wanna-be girls pretend to be all that, when they're really not." I raise my eyebrows, and then she immediately widens her eyes, as she realizes what she said. "Oh no! Not that I'm saying you're one of them, I mean- aargh. Please tell me you know what I mean."

I chuckle and nod. "Io sono Italiano."

"You seriously need to teach me how to speak Italian," she says with a laugh , "but I bet I can't do it, as learning a second language, Spanish, is not going so well."

"Am I interrupting your, oh so important conversation, or shall I bring tea?" Mr.Laric asks.

"Nah, I think you shall just shut the hell up." I mutter so low, only Spencer can hear. She giggles, but then bites her lip.

"Pardon me?"

"Huh?"

"Did you say anything?"

"No?" I act clueless, but let the mischievous glint show in my eyes.

"I'll be keeping my eyes on you ." He narrows his eyes, and points at me.

Maybe I won't be staying too long here.

The first three periods pass by in what felt like an eternity, and lunch finally came. Spencer and I haven't had a class together, so I'm relieved I'd finally be able to see someone I actually like again.

We'd agreed that we'll meet at the cafeteria gates. I reach the cafeteria in no time, the school isn't that big, and check my phone for texts while I wait.

LORENZO: I scored 2 girls already! BACHAWA

Sigh. He'll never grow up now will he? Even though we're twins, we're nothing alike. For one, I don't repeat my mistakes. Lorenzo had once gotten a girl pregnant in the 70's. He always gets girls pregnant, but the problem in that one was that she 14! I seriou-

"AARGH!!!"

My train of thoughts is cut, when I am immediately covered with cranberry juice.

"Oh. My. God." "I'm so sorry" "I didn't meant to" The brown-skinned girl that spilled the juice on me, was profusely apologizing.

This is a mess. Why is it always me? Rage suddenly runs through my veins, and I take a very deep breath whilst closing my eyes. The apologizing stops, and I am relieved to have silence for a second.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"Restraining from breaking a few of you're bones." I say through gritted teeth.

"Oh. Ummm, I have a change of clothes in my locker. Maybe you can come with me?" She asks, and I finally take in her appearance. She's actually very pretty; full lips, brown hair, button nose, green eyes, and her brown skin looked very pretty in contrast to her eyes.

My rage finally subsides, and is replaced with disgust. My white shirt feels sticky against my skin, and I feel itchy.

"Sure, is it far? I have to meet up with a friend of mine."

"No, no. It's a fair distance, let's go."

The hallway is silent, except for our shoes on the floor, since everyone else is in the cafeteria.

"I'm sorry again. I was running to try to grab a chocolate chip cookie, before they ran out. They vanish like this!" She says with a snap of her fingers.

I laugh. "I kind of understand. I'm Valentina." I say and extend my hand towards her. She takes my hand, turns my palm upwards, and high-fives me. We both laugh and when we stop, she says, "I'm Caroline. I haven't seen you before," she narrows her eyes, "You're the new girl right?"

"That would be me."

"Everyone's been talking about you're encounter with Mike and Mr.Laric. And believe me, they're as bad as they look like."

"Yeah, I guess." There wasn't much to say.

"Here we are." We stop at her locker and she gives me a black shirt with the words 'black' on it.

"Thanks." I say with a smile.

"No problem, I have to go now, but maybe we can hang out sometime? I've never been with an Italian girl before." She says with a laugh.

"Sure, and I've never been with a chocolate chip addict before." We laugh, and then part ways.

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YUSSSS!!!! Okay, so this chapter wasn't exactly my best, but we have to start with something right??? Anyways, if there is anything not clear in the chapter or any grammar errors, feel free to tell me or ask. I may or may not update again today, but for sure, I'm updating next Saturday. Until next time

-MAL