HEXED|| URBAN (CB)

Chapter 43

Anais Jones
Here I was thinking Luca was gone be on some sap shit for once and tell me he loved me or sum but nah. He said he was a witch.

I was either extremely drunk and dreaming or he was as crazy as people made him out to be. Cause I just know them words ain't come out his mouth.

You know, I was really bad at picking men. Extremely terrible. Completely oblivious to the good ones, and most attracted to the bad ones that were either crazy, insensitive or insecure.

"Awww good for you!" I squealed. Maybe if I went along with his delusional ass, this conversation would've went smoother.

He rolled his eyes, pursing his lips to the side. "Youn believe me, do you?"

"What? No! I do believe you. You know, when I was little I used to pretend I was all kinds of things." I said, patting his back.

"Look." He huffed, forming his hands into a ball.

In between the ball, a luminous purple light started to glow. It was so pretty and I couldn't describe the sound it made. It had pretty lil sparkles too. My eyes widened in disbelief as he threw it into the night sky.

The light dispersed into smaller light balls and came down on us like rain. One landed on my lip, causing it to tingle.

I stood there in shock unsure of what just happened. Now I was well aware something was going on but I still couldn't fathom the fact.

"W-where's the projector that did that for you?" I asked.

He sucked his teeth. "Anais you deadass right now? You know what. How bout I read ya mind right now. You'll believe me then."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Your thinking...your thinking about me being a mental fuck and obviously still not believing me." He sighed.

"Okay yeah but that's like a general thought anyone would have in this situation." I shrugged.

He nodded his head looking down. "Yeah. You right."

I took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll think of my deepest and cringiest secret and you read my mind and tell me what it is."

"Okay." He smirked.

Just thinking of this shit made me cringe but I had to if this nigga was gone prove to me that he had "magic powers."

"My nigga you weren't potty trained til you were 7?" He cackled. "YOU PISSED ON YA SELF IN THE 2ND GRADE?"

"YES!" I exclaimed. "It's not my fault! I had a small bladder."

"Not you wearing pull ups to your first grade graduation!" He teased.

"But I put panties over em!" I said trying to debunk the fact.

"You had a nickname too?!" He cackled.

I put my head down, covering my face. "Yes."

I was trying not to think of it but it came to me anyways.