Nearly Witches

Chapter 3

The walk to the exit was comfortable, surprisingly enough. I reasoned with myself that Vic had already seen me and hadn't recognized me or anything else horrible, so I could let go a bit. I kept quiet mostly, even still, just watching Jenna and Vic playfully shove at each other.

"How much did you guys even spend?" Vic asked.

"Only like five hundred," Jenna replied, a pondering expression on her face. "Yeah, about five or five-fifty."

"Five hundred?!" Vic exclaimed. His eyebrows near reached his hairline. "Don't you have enough clothes, Jenna?"

Jenna smirked, nodding her head in my direction. "Actually, this is all for Kelsy," She said, chuckling as Vic turned to me with the same shocked face. Fucking Traitor.

"Why'd you spend so much?" he asked, his voice going an octave higher in astonishment. I shrugged my shoulders and he shook his head, smiling at the ground. "You're really expensive."

I wasn't expecting that, so I ducked my head, smile slipping off of my face as his words made an impact. Did he think I was too expensive? Was that a deal breaker for him? Because, though we'd only spoken for a few minutes, I thought he was in to me, at least a little. What if this made him not want me? Now the only reason I didn't mind being a girl was gone. My inner soliloquy was cut off when I felt a hand rest on my lower back. I snapped my head up, looking to my right, seeing him with a concerned expression on his face.

"Kelsy? Are you alright? You just stopped talking," he whispered. Jenna was walking a few feet in front of us, so she couldn't hear us. I don't even think she noticed us fall a bit behind.

I nodded my head to Vic. "Yeah, I don't know what came over me, but I'm fine, really," I finished with a smile. He must have believed me, because he smiled back at me, murmuring out an "alright." He pushed me along with his hand still on my back, walking faster to catch up to Jenna. His thumb was rubbing my back until we got to the car.

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We pulled into the IHOP parking lot ten minutes later, pulling into an empty parking space a few feet from the door. Jenna put the car in park, and Vic was the first one out. He surprised me when he opened the door for me, ever the gentleman. He smiled as he took a bow, letting his arm stretch out, gesturing towards the door.

"Madam," he said in a poor french accent. I laughed and got out of the car. I walked beside him to the entrance, with Jenna a few feet behind.

We passed through the doors, Vic, again, holding the door open for me. He almost let it slam on Jenna, but realized quickly enough to grab to door and pretend that he was just "shifting his hand, Jenna." She didn't buy it, though and gave a faux irritated huff in his direction. When she turned to me, however, she gave me a grin and nodded towards Vic. I rolled my eyes at her suggestiveness, turning towards the podium where the waitress lady was ready to seat us. Vic came from where he was behind Jenna, to stand beside me. When the waitress realized he was there, I saw her eyes roam his body up and down, staying focused on a particular spot for longer than necessary. After she was done, she looked up quickly to his face, a wide grin on her face.

"How can I help you?" She asked through her teeth. Her eyes continued to bore into Vic's, not addressing anyone else but him. I glanced down to her nametag. 'Amanda' was written there.

"Can we just get a booth?" He asked in return. I could tell that he was feeling kind of uncomfortable with Amanda's blatant staring, but I guess he didn't want to be rude, so he kept eye contact. Amanda finally broke eye contact in favor of nodding her head.

"Of course, sweetie," She said in a sultry voice. She took three menus from where they stayed stacked in the back of the podium and gestured for Vic to follow her. As she began walking, I noticed her hips swaying more than seemingly natural, and I felt my heart drop a bit in my chest as Vic walked in front of me, but closer to the girl. I have to admit that Amanda was pretty. She had jet black hair like mine, but her's was straightened and went past her boobs. Her cheekbones were high, emphasized by a dash of blush. Her eyes were lined with eyeliner, like mine were, but her eyelashes had mascara caked on, making them appear longer and thicker. Her lips were a sinful shade of red and her face was blemish free. It made me regret not having Jenna put more makeup on me while we were in the restroom. I slowed my stride a bit, my self conscious thoughts kicking in my anxiety a little bit.