Unexpected

chapter 11

Chapter 11

The next day I went to school with Meg. She was a very nice, funny girl and easy to get along with. She had told me about everyone at school; the nerds, werewolves and even who to watch out for. I found out that she was a witch but not just any witch; she was a dark one. Yeah I know, pretty scary but she told me that her parents had cast a spell on her. I also found out that dark witches are stronger than the white ones. She's told me about some of her adventures, and let me tell you her life was ten times more interesting then mine.

"T?" She says as we walk towards the school building.

"Yeah," I answer her.

"There's a party this weekend and I was wondering if you'd like to come along?" She smiles trying to convince me.

"I don't feel like partying plus I'm suffering from jet-lag." I say and I don't know what is getting into me because I've always been the first one to say yes to a party but right now I don't even feel like leaving my bedroom.

I feel strange, it's not pain but I feel like there's an empty space in my stomach. I never thought I'd say this but being away from Ky makes me feel uncomfortable.

"Why are you so broken?" She asks tilting her head.

Shit! "What are you talking about?" I giggle nervously.

"I have empathy. What happened? If you don't mind me asking." She says, without taking her concerned eyes off me.

I move my gaze to look at anything but those eyes. "I'm sorry, but I'd rather not talk about it." I state slowly, meaning every word and I think she senses that.

"Okay." She says not persisting, which I am grateful for.

"Hey look! Sexy guy in sight." She says, pointing... at my brother! Oh god! Eww!

"Oh god! That's my brother, Megan!" I squeak, covering my eyes.

"Call him over," she grins.

"And watch you guys flirt? I'd rather die," I smirk.

"Hey, Tara's brother!" She yells, waving him over. Mick smiles and waves at us, then begins walking over.

"Hey," he greets.

"Hi Tara's brother," she says still ginning.

"Hi Tara's friend," he mimics her.

"Mick did you get accepted on the soccer team?" I ask him, trying to pull the subject in a different direction.

"Uh... no but I did get accepted onto the basketball team." He states proudly.

"Do you even know how to play basketball?" I tease him.

"Yeah. They call me Michael... Michael Jordan," he says, using his best James Bond imitation.

Pausing a second for the crickets, I roll my eyes at him. "That was Lame."

"Oh, how rude of Tara. I'm Michael, Tara's cool older brother." He introduces himself, holding out a hand for Meg.

"M-Megan," Meg shutters. Well that wasn't completely and totally odd; What was that?

They hold their gaze, hands still connected for moment more before Mick growls "Mine" under his breath.

"Oh my god!" I squeal, I don't mean to but it comes out when I realize what's happening. Taking a breath I clear my throat realizing I've caught peoples attention.

"Sorry," I whisper out to everyone.

"Did you feel that?" Meg asks Mick.

"Oh how I felt it!" Mick replies to her.

They continue to stare at each other, completely ignoring my presence now. Well they sure as hell know how to make people feel wanted. Note my heavily laced sarcasm.

"I'm going to um..." I trail off as their stares become more intense.

"I'm... oh whatever. You guys aren't even listening anyway," I say before walking away.

Sitting on a bench near the school entrance, I take out my phone to check the time and text Harry. 7:56 am

From: Tara
To: Harold :D

Are you feeling better?

From: Harold :D
To: Tara

Yeah, I'm on my way to school.

I'm about to reply when, from the corner of my eye, I see someone sitting down next to me.

"What are you doing?" I ask Jake.

"Sitting down," He says slowly.

"I didn't ask you to state the obvious." I say while I fight the urge to roll my eyes at him. "I meant, what are you doing sitting next to me?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to sit next to you." He says while giving me a cheeky smile.

"Don't you have other girls to flirt with?" I ask, not caring.

"Yeah but you're special," He nods.

"Really?" I speak sarcastically.

"Yeah, you know it's not everyday I meet pretty girls who smell like lavender," He winked.

Cheeky werewolf.

"Tara?" I hear the all too familiar voice...