Bitchcraft

Chapter Four

Instead of writing my essay, like I should have, I spent most of the Sunday praying. So, the next week hadn't really gone as well as it could have. Ms. Tate didn't believe me when I said I had been ill, the spells teacher said not having the gift was no excuse for not participating, and Ms. Goode was distressed by all the complaints in which I had caused.

"If you aren't careful," she said touching my hand, "you are going to start something you cannot finish, and I might not be able to convince them for you to go to the Witches Ball with the rest of the girls."

I just shrugged at that and crossed my arms, "Why would I care about that? It's not as if I am a witch... I have no gift from the Devil himself."

"You just haven't developed it yet... Trust me, I feel something in you, Elsbeth. Something very powerful and ever growing," she smiles at me and sits up straighter, "now why don't you go outside and enjoy the fresh air."

"Uh... sure," I say standing up from the chair with a huff and making my way over to door.

"And Elsbeth, dear," Ms. Goode says from her chair, "I do hope that you will be joining us at the Ball tonight."

"We'll see," I say not bothering to close the door on my way out.

I headed for the front entry without even grabbing my coat on the way out, "Why don't you go enjoy the fresh air?" I mock and cross my arms over my chest as the crisp air circles around me, cutting off my body heat from the rest of the world.

A laugh came from the sidewalk as I made my rant across the front lawn, "Has anyone ever told you that you are a rude, insane, human being?" the blonde boy asks as he leans on the fense.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have frog eyes that are too far apart?" I snap slightly at the very tall and fit young man with the smug look on his face.

He nods a little and fixes his black leather jacket over his white t shirt, "Yes, actually," he says smirking and tucking some of his hair behind his ear.

"I know you from somewhere," I look away and pick at the bark on a tree, "you're that actor... Your name is Jamie, you play Jace from that movie."

The boy laughs again, "It's not just a movie."

"Oh yeah," I nod and kick some leaves that lay on the ground, "you're actually fucking around with your co-star."

Jamie nods his head a little, "Yes, we were. But, not anymore," the punk leans farther against the fence, "it just wasn't meant to be."

"What do you mean? In an interview you said she was, 'the love of your life'," I roll my eyes and do quotations with my fingers.

"Well, that's true. But she wasn't my soul mate," Jamie explains with a slight shrug of the shoulders.

"What's the difference?" I ask only a little more than slightly confused.

"One is a choice," he states plainly, "one is not."

"Oh," was all I could say as I bend over to pick up a red leaf that had just descended upon my foot.

The boy stood there staring at me as I examine the dead life in my hands, "You are most strange."

"I just find it ironic is all," I whisper, holding the leaf up to the sky so that the rays from the sun hit the veins and cast a shadow over my face, "you know? I mean... Autumn is so beautiful, but the beauty is caused by the death of something else."

Jamie shakes his head at me, "It never ceases to amaze me the way the minds of the mundane seem to work."

"Did you just call me ordinary?" I whisper and look away from the death in my hands to stare at his straight face.