The Witch Prophecy

Chapter 4

In the morning, when my dad wakes me up for school, I lazily open my eyes.  I had slept restlessly, not fully falling asleep until sometime in the early morning. I sadly got dressed and ready for school. I so did not want to go today. I felt tired and grumpy. Although, I didn't even want to go to school on regular days. I was not your average cheerleader, preppy, guy-snatcher. Nope, I was more of the keep to myself kind of gal. After I was fully ready, I left a little early so I could eat breakfast at school with Brooke and Brian.

After pulling into my parking space near the center of the small parking lot, I stepped out of my car and onto the smooth, black pavement. My school was big, but plain. It was a long, brick building in the shape of a rectangle. There were tons of windows. Nothing special. As I walked on the sidewalk towards the big, glass doors, I noticed a weird feeling in my stomach. Was I.....nervous about seeing Brian? No, that's stupid. Why would I be nervous about seeing him? I told myself it was just an empty stomach and kept walking. I also wiped my sweaty hands off on my jeans.

When I walked in the cafeteria, I was greeted by a cacophony of voices. Scanning the tables, I finally caught sight of Brooke. And Caleb. Oh joy. I was thinking about finding someone else to sit with when Brooke saw me and waved me over. I sighed, but went over anyways. "Hey Katie!" She exclaimed with a big, bright smile painted on her face. I hate morning people. "Hey Brooke. Caleb," I muttered as I sat down in the seat in front of Brooke, dropping my bag on the floor by my feet. Caleb was sitting on the seat next to Brooke with his arm around her shoulders, his hand really close to her boob. I didn't think that was an accident. I didn't really like Caleb all that much. Every time I saw him, he was always checking me out and it creeped me out. Like now. "Hey Katie." He said, basically to my boobs. Pervert. Brooke cleared her throat loudly, obviously seeing where his gaze had landed.

As Brooke and Caleb discussed weekend plans, I found myself scanning the spacious room for Brian. Finally, he walked through the doors. He looked hot. He was wearing another pair of holy jeans, and a black t-shirt. He had on a leather jacket that matched his leather boots. For a minute, I was scared he would sit with his football buddies, but when they headed to their table he stayed rooted in place. He seemed to be searching for someone. When he found my gaze, he gave me a winning smile and then began walking toward out table. God, even his walk was sexy. What was wrong with me?

"Hey Katie," He greeted, plopping in the seat next to me and sitting his bag on the other side of him. He smelled of leather and Ax. For a moment, I was worried I had forgotten how to speak, but then I snapped out of it. "Hey Brian," I said in my most relaxed voice. "How's the hand?" He asked, glancing down at my hand. To be honest, I had totally forgotten about it. It didn't hurt anymore. "I'm a fast healer," I said. "Hey, you got a little something right there," He said pointing to my bottom lip. Oh, God, was it toothpaste? I reached up to try to scratch it off, but he caught my hand in his. "I got it," He said. His voice had gotten husky. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst as he started to lean in. His lips getting closer and closer until....rrring! The bell rang for us to get our books for first period. Seriously! What was this, a fucking movie? I pulled back from our almost kiss. "I gotta go," I stammered. Before rushing off towards my locker. I ignored Brooke's shouts of- "Wait up!" And kept on walking. I realized I hadn't even ate breakfast as I had planned too. Oh, well. Brian had tried to kiss me. I reached up and felt my lip. Nothing there.