The Witch Hunt Chronicles- Witch Hunt

Chapter Two Slipping Under

Three periods down, three to go. Thank the Gods this day is almost over. Lunch next… this should be interesting. I thought as I walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria, people giving way in front me, after all they’ve never seen me smile like this. My eyes were green with excitement. The cafeteria was only a few feet away and my face hardened. He couldn’t know that he made this hardcore evil girl giggle like an idiot. I walked in and marched straight to my usual table in the court yard. It was kind of hidden by overgrown ivy. If anyone wanted to see what I was up to there they would have to walk right up to me. People usually thought I was brewing up some potion or slaughtering an animal. So naïve. I got out my lunch.

“Mmm my favorite, dead pig…” I said loudly after closing my lunch bag, and just then Daniel sat down next to me.

“Not a fan of bacon then?” he asked opening up a lunch box filled with vegetables.

“I don’t eat meat. My dear old father doesn’t seem to get that. Bless him.” I said pushing it away from me, not looking up.

“Nor do I, I believe that if you’re willing to eat it, you should be willing to kill it.”

“Finally, a boy with brains.”

“So who are you?” he asked. I looked at him and melted in my seat. The sun was hitting him just right and he looked even more breath taking than ever.

“Excuse me??”

“Well I don’t mean who are you, I mean who are you?” he said smiling.

“Thanks, that clears it up.”

“What are you’re hobbies?” he asked rolling his eyes, obviously giving up.

“Haven’t you been listening to the stories Daniel? I enjoy cursing people and slaughtering squirrels” I said eyeing his carrot sticks.

“I somehow don’t believe it.” He said gently, pushing his lunch box closer to me and taking a baby corn and started munching on it. I took a carrot stick a bit a piece off.

“I write.”

“What do you write?” he asked taking another bite of his snack.

“Poetry mostly”

“I write too” he said slowly after taking a sip op juice.

“I don’t recall asking” I said harshly. I felt bad after the poor dude just offered me his carrot sticks.

“I write books” he carried on as though I had not interrupted. “Right now I’m working on a love story”

“Love story? Do tell?” I said more gently, still feeling rather bad.

“This really pretty girl, she’s kind of an outcast and this boy, he’s sort of one too. Then one day he plucks up the courage to talk to her. High school made her hard so she’s a huge bitch. She blows him off a few times but she realizes they’re more alike than she thought and that they’re basically perfect for each other.”

“Hmm… interesting. I look forward to reading it.” I said with a smile.

“I don’t…” he stopped before he said anything else. We sat in awkward silence for a moment. I cleared my throat and said:

“So you said you needed help in history?”

“Oh, yeah I do… don’t suppose you’ll be up for tutoring me?” he said and I saw a bit of a sparkle in his eye. Why was this happening? In my experience I had learned that guys usually did this kind of thing because their friends dared them, and that really irritated me.