Hit #1 in Faye Chamberlain
Faye Chamberlain x OC
A witch needs a coven just like a wolf needs a pack and when new comer Cassie Blake arrives to Chance Harbor, Washington after her mother's death, teenage witches Nick Armstrong, Faye Chamberlain, Me...
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''You could also... not go to school for the few days to come.''
''I'm fine, mom.'' I assured but she still threw me a look, ''Really.''
Thanks for my sake, she wasn't even mad that I'd lied to her about being at Sally's, just seriously worried about me.
''What is Faye doing? You should invite her over for dinner.''
''I'm sure she has a lot more important things to do right now.'' I continued shoving random books into my bag as I spoke. I didn't really care what subjects I had today.
''Could be great for the two of you.''
I hummed and zipped the bag closed once a few books from last year and the one before were in it. ''I need to run to school. Love you.''
I didn't even wait for her answer before I stormed out of the room and to the door. I stopped at the threshold though and breathed in once I was outside.
The porch was still messed up with dead leaves all around but at least it was less suffocating than the inside of the house. I sucked in a breath as I held my mid-section; which almost hurt at this point. And this stupid lip just wouldn't stop quivering.
Would it matter if I ditched school for the day?
Ha, one thing Henry used to do all the time.
Back in sixth grade he'd actually encouraged Faye and I to stay out and enjoy lives. That fact that we'd been eleven years old hadn't seemed to bother him much.
At last, my legs could move and I let go of my stomach as I walked through the alley that led out of the property, brushing out the memory of Henry from my brain. Just when I crossed the mailbox, my head turned and my eyes looked behind me, efficiently catching mom's stare right on time.
She was were I'd left her, in the living room, sipping on a cup of tea and looking directly out of the window, only this time her gaze was more focused on me than the road.
My unasked question went answered right away with one look of hers. I immediately knew for a fact that she wouldn't have cared if I missed school. And given the circumstances, not today, at least.
My eyes never left hers as I took the wrong corner. To the abandoned house.
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''That's my father.''
''John Blackwell?''
''Yeah. J.B. I'm so stupid for not making the connection. He died in the same fire that your parents did. It's pretty much the only thing I know about him.''
''If it's any consolation,'' I strode into the room, making my presence known as Cassie and Jake turned to me, both seemingly baffled. ''I don't know much about my dad either.''
