What the Spell

Chapter Seventeen: Are We Breaking Up?

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The next morning, I decided that it was best to skip school. I’d told the girls everything, leaving out the part of my new plan. I had trusted Chris more than anyone to accept it and be on board instantly, but he had completely shocked me. They could, too. And, they’d already made it clear earlier that they thought I couldn’t handle it.

I decided, instead, to learn everything I could until I could prove to them that I could handle ruling. Then, I’d present my plan to them, and hopefully Chris would start to warm up to it.

I checked my phone, and Chris had texted me a lot.

We need to talk in class, ok?

Where are you? I’m worried.

Are you sick? Need me to bring some food over so we can talk?

Is something wrong?

Are you ignoring me?

Is this your way of breaking up with me? We need to talk about this.

I love you, please don’t ignore me like this. I need you.

I’m coming over in ten minutes. I don’t care if I have to bash a teacher’s head in, I’m freaking out worried about you.

I’m coming up now.

Just as I read the last text, there was a knock on the door, a loud one that let me know that he was worried and stressed. He didn’t wait for me to get up and answer before he kicked the door open.

“TAYLOR!” he shouted, stress lines covering his face. When he saw that I was fine, his face relaxed. “Why haven’t you been answering my texts?”

“I just woke up,” I said, my voice hoarse. I knew my face was red and puffy, especially my eyes, like they were after I had a big cry. His face softened as he saw this, and he moved over to me and sat beside me.

“This is so screwed up,” he muttered, and I leaned into him.

“I know,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.

He looked at me, and we sat so that we were facing each other, crisscross applesauce (yes, I still call it that). He sighed once more, letting his hair hang in his eyes, before he flicked it back and stared me dead-on.

“I’ve been thinking about it all night, and I realized that your right.”

“Really?” I asked, shocked.

“Really. As much as I hate to admit it, we don’t know what my parents are planning on doing, and I don’t blame you for seeing that. It’s just… it’s hard for me to think my family would be capable of something like that.”

“So, what do we do from here?” I murmured.

He sighed. “You learn control, on your own, and select everyone you’d want to be on the Council and ask them. Then, we learn how the government works, come up with a game plan, and take over this bitch. Questions?”

I laughed. “You’ve never said ‘bitch’ before.”

“There’s a whole other side to me you’ve never seen,” he said, faking seriousness.

“Are you Spiderman?”

“No.”

I paused before my eyes went wide. “Are you gay?!”