On Love Potions and Charms (Slow Editing)

Chapter 8: Warm Hands and Cold Feet

*Chapter Eight*

(*‘-‘*) Annie's POV:

                I was smiling. For the whole wonderful day, I was smiling like an idiot.

                Classes were done for the time being so I hurried to the locker room. Because of that, I have forgotten about Quest, and even about Vincent. Well, that felt good for once. I have forgotten about the jerk. Heh. I could say it all day. But going back to Quest, I feel bad about leaving her in the classroom. She must have realized that I am not there anymore by now and is currently on her way here.

                I went to my own locker and unlocked it. I opened it and began arranging my things. My locker is always organized. I hate it if it isn’t. A messy locker takes too much time and energy, trust me. I took the unnecessary notebooks out from my bag but when I did, the empty vial of what used to contain the love potion fell out and dropped to the floor. After I placed the notebooks in the locker, I picked the vial up. I twirled the small glass container on my palm and was actually glad that it didn’t break when it fell. I exhaled deeply. I failed again. I guess this means that I have to start all over once more.

                “Just my luck…” I mumbled to myself. The locker room was empty when I arrived and it seemed to have stayed that way till now. My voice echoed and disappeared into thin air as soon as it went out of my mouth. I felt alone but then I thought about Raven and all of my loneliness vanished in a second. My heartbeat quickened so I held my chest tightly.

                I felt… different.

                I wasn’t my normal self.

                I became quiet and shy.

                I… I was in love.

                Anthony Courice is in love.

                I smiled softly at the thought. Now I can understand Quest and her girly oh-my-gosh-he-is-so-cute-and-I-think-I-am-in-love moments. I closed the locker door and students began going inside the room. They went to their own lockers and minded their own business. The room was beginning to be crowded and every single voice was getting mixed up in the atmosphere. Every single one except Quest’s.

                “ANNIE! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME?!”

                My instincts told me to turn around but I know better. I moved sideward swiftly because I know what would happen next. BAM! Yes, I successfully missed Quest’s kick. She does this a lot when she’s irritated.

                “Oh, hi Quest. I’m sorry I left you.” I embarrassedly gave her a smile.

                “Don’t ‘Oh, hi Quest’ me, Ms. Courice. You’re lucky I don’t hold grudges.” Quest replied with a smile.

                “Just my luck then.” Aren’t I the luckiest girl in the world.

                “You didn’t got hurt, right? Do you know who was that idiot who hit you? Tell me and I’ll kick his or her butt for you.” She said without looking at me since she was busy opening her own locker.

                Yeah right. Like, you can actually do that. I laughed at my thoughts and responded to her, “Nope. Just forget about it. Let karma do her job.”

                “You’re right. Karma’s a bisch. She’ll know what to do with those types of people.” She said and began arranging her things. My dear, dear Quest. If only you know that the suspect was your love. Poor, poor Vincent. I then turned to face her and spoke out softly,