Spell Me Love

The Outsider

I was pretty sure that was exactly the opposite of what I wanted to do. Right now, I just wanted to go back to the booth with Joey. "Huh?", I muttered, dazed. Really, Leslie, is that all that you can say? Come on sassy side of me, work your magic. "Um, I mean, gee, how much do you charge to haunt a person?" Ha. Fine, that was lame. Blaise chuckled and raised an eyebrow as if in a mocking manner.

In a flash, Joey was beside me and I felt his hand circled around my elbow, in a protective stance. A funny tingle ran up my arm and I looked at the arm around my elbow. This didn't happened before, what is this? When I looked up, I saw Blaise looking at our close contact too. A fleeting emotion ran through his eyes but it disappeared as soon as it came. I was extremely perplexed. Who was Blaise to have a reaction of Joey and me?

"What are you doing here, Blaise?" Joey questioned in a hard voice. I flinched at the tone of his voice. It was a challenge. A challenge that was issued to Blaise.

Blaise smirked, and directed his gaze at Joey. "Always a pleasure meeting you, Joey, and if I recall, this is a public place, is it not?" Blaise said, with emphasis on Joey's name.

Joey scowled as Blaise said his name. Only I was allowed to call him Joey. "Its Joe for you, Blaise, and stay away from Leslie,"Joey threatened. Not to be ungrateful, but I wonder what is the deal with Joey and Blaise. Besides the hostile meeting with Blaise, I did not think him as much of a threat.

Joey dragged-carried me back to my sit before I could even make sense of anything. "What was that back there, Joey?" I asked him.

"Let it be, Leslie. Don't let him ruin our evening," Joey said, wanting to change the topic. Just as I was going to probe further, a plate of heaven is placed in front of me. It was a ginormous chocolate waffle with a triple scoop of ice cream on it, finished with whipped cream, caramel ribbons and chocolate drizzle. Guess I was wrong about the waffle burning, what about the drooling part, though? I admired the work of art for a moment before grabbing my fork and took a big bite from it. "Mmmm..." I moaned at the chocolatey goodness in my mouth. Even after six years of patronizing this diner, the heavenly taste did not change.

We chatted mindlessly about everything under the sun, like we usually did since we met. It was already well into the night when we finished and Joey drove me home. We bade goodbye and I walked into my house, heading straight to my room. After changing into my penguin pajamas, I brushed my teeth and flopped onto the bed and soon drifting into sleep, dreaming about Joey, waffles and Blaise.

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"Don't wake me up...don't wake me~" sang my alarm clock as I groaned at the irony of the song. Why did I think it was a good idea for this song again?

I did my usual morning routine and threw on some decent looking outfit and went downstairs for breakfast. I snatched up a piece of toast as I gulped down a glass of orange juice and grabbed my brown lunch bag. "Bye mom!" I hollered as I went out of the house. I hiked my bag up as I prepared for my walk to school.

I saw Joey waiting at the fountain for me, as usual. "Hey bro, what's up?" I said in a gangsta way as I approached Joey.

"Nothing much, just gas prices and food prices," Joey joked.

I ruffled his blond hair, making it messier than it already is. Since today is Thursday, I have English for first period whereas Joey had History for his first period. Joey walked me to English before sprinting to History which is the other side of the school. I had insisted that he go on to his own class but I guess he was just paranoid about Blaise.

The bell rang just as I went into the classroom. Sigh, another day in the zoo we all call class. As I find my sit in class, others were either throwing around a basketball or just running around. Sometimes I wonder if I was actually studying with first graders. Just then, Mr. Stevenson came in and started on about pronouns.

After about five minutes into class, the class was interrupted by another presence. The door opened to reveal a boy with jet black hair and stunning green eyes and rocking a black leather jacket with a smirk I know all too well.

"Blaise?"

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A/N

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