Life, Death and Magic: Moonspell Reimagined (Harry Potter/Twilight Crossover)

Chapter Eighteen:

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:

All the studying in the library turned out to be for nothing when Mrs. Banner pulled out an ancient VCR instead. Still, I struggled to follow the information and my expression must have told Edythe as much because she informed me pretty much as soon as the class ended that her tutoring would begin immediately.

"You want to start this afternoon?" I asked, surprised. Edythe arched a dark-bronze eyebrow.

"Are you going to put up a fuss?" she asked.

"Is there any point in resisting?" I retorted and her dark pink lips curved up. I tried to decipher all the layers to her smile, but I didn't get very far.

"It warms my cold heart to see you learning so quickly." She said, sounding oh-so very smug. "I'll meet you next to that thing you call a car after your last class."

She didn't wait for me to say anything, just turned and left. I tried not to stare at her arse as she left but the smooth roll of her hips was just as hypnotic as her eyes and I cursed the hormones responsible for the subtle tightening in my briefs. Still, despite the forceful way she'd announced it, there wasn't actually a downside to getting to spend more time with Edythe– I just hoped that she'd leave before Charlize got home so I could avoid any further teasing from my mother.

Gym passed quickly, despite McKayla practically pouncing on me the moment I left the boy's locker room after getting changed.

"What's with you and Edythe?" she practically demanded, before adding, "I don't like it– she looks at you like you're something to eat!" Despite the righteous indignation on McKayla's face, I couldn't help snorting slightly at the accuracy in that particular observation. McKayla's face tightened. "Do you like her, Beau?" she asked, putting enough emphasis on the word 'like' for there to be no mistaking what she meant by it. I purposefully misunderstood it anyway.

"Sure I do," I said, keeping my face and voice both light and unaffected, "Edythe's nice. She's got a surprisingly wicked sense of humor, too."

"I meant do you like like her," McKayla said, poorly concealed frustration burning in her tone, with a touch of envy. I furrowed my brow, adopting a look of perfect confusion.

"McKayla, I'm gay," I told her, speaking slowly, but not enough so as to offend her, "I don't like girls that way."

McKayla didn't seem fully convinced by my act, but her expression settled somewhat, stopped looking quite so accusing, though the doubt was still there. "Well she likes you." She muttered, but she said it quietly enough I could pretend I didn't hear as Coach Clapp cheerfully shoved a racquet in my hand and announced we were playing tennis. "You might want to refresh Taylor on the whole gay thing," McKayla added, suddenly, as we partnered up on the court. I looked at her confused.

"What?" I asked. McKayla's answering grin was just a few shades off evil.

"She says you're taking her to Prom."

I felt my jaw fall open. McKayla cracked up.

"That was my reaction too," she said, frustration and doubt gone for now, replaced instead by her amusement.

"Are you serious?" I demanded when I had control of my face again. "I mean, she was probably joking... right? Right?"

"Logan and Jeremy were talking about getting started early and putting together a big thing for prom, and then Taylor said she was out because she already had plans– with you. That's why Logan's being so... you know... about you. He has a thing for Taylor. I figure you deserved a heads-up." McKayla explained, looking blatantly and unfairly entertained as she did so.