"My only love sprung from my only hate" | CAOS

Chapter 3

"See you tomorrow Spellman," Nick shouted as he walked across the front yard beginning his trek home. Sabrina had been surprised, Nick was actually a good actor and the two of them had made a lot of progress in just a few hours that they had spent cooped up in her room with only a few interruptions from her family. Ambrose had come up once, stating that the Aunts would be able to sense the fact that he hadn't been watching the two of them like a hawk, causing Sabrina to turn pink while Nick just let out an uneasy breath. Then Aunt Hilda had come up once she and Zelda returned from the meeting, asking if they wanted a snack, to which Nick just stated that he would be heading home for dinner soon anyway.

After watching Nick's retreating form for a few moments, Sabrina walked back into the house and into the kitchen where Ambrose stood leaning against the counter while Hilda prepared their dinner for the night. Sabrina could tell from the smell alone that she was making her famous vegetable pie.

"Is it a special occasion, Aunt Hilda? What's with the veggie pie?"

"No dear, we just had some vegetables that were close to going bad and so I decided to whip it up." Sabrina decided not to further question it and took a seat at the table turning to Ambrose.

"Did you get to "read" Nicholas as you wanted?" She asked, cocking her head to the side, slightly teasing.

"I can't tell if he is or not yet, will he be coming by again? How come you didn't tell me he was that attractive cous, you let me come out in my robe looking like a mess," He whined.

"I guess he'll come over again at some point to work on the project again. He's also not that attractive, and I'm sure he didn't notice your clothing."

"Don't lie to yourself Sabrina, you may not want to date him, but you can admit, the boy is hotter than hellfire." Aunt Hilda looked between the two of them as she moved the carrots she had been cooking on the stove into a bow, beginning to cook the zucchini and squash.

"Sorry, Ambrose, arrogant, self-entitled, air-head jocks aren't really my type."

"You didn't seem to have the same idea when Harvey was trying out for the basketball team. And you seemed perfectly comfortable to read one of the most romantic scenes from Romeo and Juliet with said jock."

"That's different, Harvey isn't arrogant. Plus, we weren't even together when he tried out for the basketball team, I couldn't tell him what to do. And Nick and I had to pick a scene with just two people and that one just fit the criteria."

"Mmhmm, whatever you say cous. I bet you'll be together within two months," he eyes challenging her to take the bet.

"And what would the wagers be?"

"If I win, you have to clean my attic. If you win, I'll clean Salem's litter box for a month for you," he stated, standing upright, towering over her.

"A whole month."

"I'm confident I'll win, what can I say." She wanted him to wipe that dumb smirk off his face. Of course she was going to win, it's not like she would ever ask Nick out and she knew that he wouldn't ask her either, seeing as he had his pick of girls falling at his feet.

"Any rules?" She questioned.

"If he asks you out, you can't say no just to win the bet. But if you really don't want to go out with him it's okay."

"Fine, but going on one date doesn't count as going out, we have to go out at least three times and plan to continue to go on dates."

"Deal. Shake on it cous?" He put his hand out, leading her to grab it in a firm handshake, "Aunt Hilda, you're our witness."