The Witch Prophecy

Chapter 2

They weere still crowding me in. Pretty soon my fear turned to anger. "Yeah, I'm a girl. What's the big deal?" I asked, my voice hard. One guy to my left blinked, his jaw dropping to his knees. I rolled my eyes. Another guy was not even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at my chest, trying to see my boobs under my camouflage. I had to use most of my self-restraint not to slap him. There was a commotion towards the back of the mob of guys, and pretty soon they where parting to let someone walk through. Suddenly, I recognized Brian, my best friend since daycare. He now stood protectively in front of me. He obviously wasn't dressed to play air soft, because all he had on was a pair of holy jeans and a blue t-shirt. The sunlight glinted off his well-toned muscles and short-cropped, blond hair. His green eyes seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. He was the sexiest guy I knew.

Some of the guys backed away warily when they thought he wasn't looking. My team was know here in sight. So much for having each others backs. Some idiot guys where still hurtling questions at me, not caring that Brian was in front of me. "How old are you?" One asked like I may be some freaky toddler. I turned toward the noise, but I couldn't tell which one of the guys had said it. "Seventeen!" I yelled in the general direction I hoped it had come from. "Are you single?" Some guy yelled. I heard laughter. Then whistling. I blushed in embarrassment and anger. I was single, but by choice. Maybe. Okay, I was dumped.

"How can you play air soft?" Someone yelled. My anger become rage. "Well, I can aim and pull a trigger. Apparently, better than you since I just beat your ass." I said smiling. Brian started laughing. A big guy stepped forward, but not as muscly as Brian. "You think that's funny tough guy?" The guy asked. Brian took a step toward him. "I think it's hilarious," He said. I stepped between them. "Okay, look. We don't want to cause any trouble, so we will just be on our way," I said, then grabbed Brian's arm and tried to walk past the guy. The big guy grabbed my shoulder. Hard. "I don't think you'll be going anywhere." He said angrily.

In a blurry of anger, I pulled my fist back and hit him square in the jaw. He stumbled backwards with his hand held to his jaw. Surprise flickered on his face before turning to rage. Taking Brian's hand in mine, we ran. I wasn't aware of the pain in my hand until we made it to our four-wheelers on the other side of the forest. We stopped in front of them. Brian dropped my hand. Even though I shouldn't, I felt hurt by the gesture. "I could have taken him!" He yelled at me. I was surprised at first by his frustration, but then equally pissed off. "Could you have taken all twelve of them? I don't think so," I yelled back.

He shook his head then hopped on his four-wheeler. I gave a sigh then hopped on mine and followed him out of the forest. When we got to the gravel road, we went through the process of loading our four-wheelers on the trailer attached to our cars. When I was done, I met him by the drivers side door of his car. He wasn't looking at me. I grabbed his arm, and finally, he met my gaze. "I'm sorry. It's just that I didn't want to see anything happen to you," I said quietly. He didn't say anything, but grabbed the hand I had punched the guy with. I gave a little yelp of pain. He looked at me, concern wrinkling his forehead. "I should have kicked that guy's ass," He said regretfully. I took my good hand and laid it on the side of his face. "Hey, its okay." I whispered.

For one glorious moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. Then, my phone rang. "Shit," I muttered as I dropped my hand from his face and searched my left pocket for my phone. When I found it, I pressed talk. "Hello?" I said agitatedly. "Katie, honey, it's time for dinner. Where are you?" It was my father. "On my way, dad," I answered. We said goodbye and I hung up. "I have to go. So, I'll...uh..see you later," I said the warmth of a blush coloring my cheeks. "Yeah..sure..uh make sure to check that out," Brian said, pointing to my hand. "I will." I promised. We said goodbye, and for a moment, stood there in awkward silence. I felt like giving him a hug, but fought the urge. On the drive home all I could think about was how close we had come to kissing. I had always thought of Brian as a best friend, nothing more. But lately, I've felt more of an attraction to him. Is it possible that we could become more than friends? Does he feel the same way?