Chapter Fourteen
"You what?" My eyes widen at her words, but she doesn't move, unaffected by my disbelief.
"I said, I was at the dance too." She takes a step away from me and I smile in relief. I don't really do well with people cornering me or limiting my space. You could say that I am claustrophobic even. She runs a hand through her dark hair, messing up the careful side part, and raises an eyebrow at me when I squint at her.
"Are you serious? How did you even follow us all that way without us seeing?" My tone is accusing, but she doesn't seem to notice. Her eyes are shining a light green and I stare at them for a bit. What exactly did Cole say about green eyes again? Something about every witch having them and it's rare but possible for humans?
"It wasn't that hard." Her tone is almost sarcastic and I feel my eyes narrow. No way.
"I don't believe you, but whatever. Let's go see, Charlie." She knocks on the door again, and this time a shuffling noise sounds behind the door.
"Jackie?" Charlie's muffled voice leaks under the door and Jackie smiles, leaning against the wall. Just because Charlie's coming to the door doesn't mean that this conversation is over. I have a feeling that she is holding back some important information... like the fact that she is a witch.
The door swings open and Charlie stares at both of us for a minute before allowing us to enter. "Did you know that Jackie was at the dance?" I drop my bag and plop down on her bed, tilting my head to look up at her. Her jaw drops open as her gaze flickers between Jackie and I, and I wonder what she is looking for.
Jackie is silent, and I roll my eyes as she drops down on the bed across the room, looking bored. I watch as emotions flicker in Charlie's eyes before she purses her lips. "No, she wasn't." Her voice is confident, and raise an eyebrow at the certainity behind it. How can she be so sure? Jackie only shrugs, looking thoughtful, so I try again.
"You have really pretty eyes, Jackie. Isn't it funny that we all have green eyes?" I ask, twirling the end of my red ponytail around my finger. The girls only shrug, their eyes not straying from each other in what looks like a stare down.
"What a coincidence." Jackie leans back on the bed, looking oblivious to tension, but her eyes are darker. She knows somehow. She knows that we are all witches.
"It's almost like a sign, you know? Like, maybe we were all supposed to meet." I trail off at the anger in Charlie's eyes. I don't think she appreciates where this conversation is going, but it's too late to go back now.
"Yeah maybe." Jackie swallows, and a bit of her tough edge fades before me as her eyes dart from her nails to Charlie and back again.
"Okay, so I'm just going to put this out there, since I know we're all thinking it--"
"Amara, don't you dare--"
"What are we all thinking ab--"
"I'm a witch." I blurt out, sitting up straight. Jackie immediately mirrors me, and something flashes across her face that I can't identify. Is it relief?
"Damn it, Amara! I told you not to--" Charlie's voice echoes through the room, cutting through the silence, and I bite my lip.
"I know but I thought that she was--" I defend, holding up my palms to her. Her eyes turn to slits as she glares at me and my gaze turns to Jackie. I feel my heart sink at her expression, which is a mix of disgust and confusion. Oh shoot, I really screwed it up this time, didn't I?
"You two are witches?" She clarifies, raising an eyebrow. Oh fiddlesticks we're in for it now.I glance at Charlie, not wanting to involve her more than I have, and she won't meet my eyes.
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Witch Lights (Nanowrimo)
Teen Fiction'They say that power lurks in the most unexpected places. Some girls, like Charlie Frey, are full to the brim with it, and it's obvious to everyone who passes them by. Others, like me, have a hidden light, and it may take a challenge to bring it to...
