Black Magic Amp (a witchcraft story)

Chapter 3

Im jittery from the dream as i walk out to campus grounds, heading to my third class of the day, before lunch starts.

The blue eyed boy from my dream is out, and staring at me intently, smirking with a twinkle in his eyes.

Im so busy glaring back at the boy that i run smack into Brooksy and her "friends".

"Ouch! Watch it, Witch, or we'll have you burned at the stake." One of her friends snaps, getting into my face. So close her nose is just millimeters from my own.

I straighten my back, clench my fists, and say, "Sorry, but i dont answer to Witch, and i certainly dont answer to you, Bitch. The name is Amp, so get it straight. Or maybe if you dont, ill put one of my "Witchy" spells on you and make you jump off a cliff. Now if youll excuse me, ive got a class to go to." I push past them, making sure to bump shoulders with the stunned girl.

I glance one more time towards the boy, who has his eyes raised in amusement.

His eyes continue to twinkle.

Stupid boy.

Stupid "friends".

worst of all...Stupid me.

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Art class is without a doubt my favorite.

The teacher is always wearing skinny jeans, Chucks, and flannel shirts half-unbuttoned over a white tee shirt.

The best part?

He's only a year older than me, and, man is he gorgeous.

His hair is sandy brown and swooped, reaching the middle of his neck and is always perfectly in place. his eyes are the best part of him (besides his chest, which i have only ever saw once because we had a week of model sketching...and lets face it, hes perfect for the job). His eyes are a deep blue, the color of a clear summer-nights' sky.

and while she thought of his deep blue eyes, she hadnt been paying the least bit attention to her artwork she was sketching.

"...Wow, you must have fantastic artistic ancestors, because that is the best sketch i have ever seen someone your age do." He praises. His name is Mr. Lowgund, but he isists we call him Noah.

"Thanks, erm, Noah. To be honest i wasnt paying attention to it..." I say, trailing off and blushing sheepishly as one of Brooksys' ex-boyfriends looks over and gives me a weird look, then gives Noah a dirty look.

Noah just laughs, pats my back twice, then moves onto someone else next to me.

The ex-boyfriend looks back at me, gives me a grin that screams "im oh so desperate to get into someones pants!". He winks and i roll my eyes and start fixing the errors of my disturbing drawing.

Its of Brooksy and the boy from my dream.

Brooksy is stuck in a scream, and the boy is looking directly at me with intense eyes, with his arms around Brooksys' waist.

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When the clock rings out for the class to end, and i gather my stuff, Noah asks me to stay back.

The ex-boyfriend of Brooksy, whose name i finally remembered is Blake, gives me one last glance, then walks out the door, leaving Noah and i alone.

"So about that sketch...What was it?" Noah asks, sitting back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest in the process.

I sigh, and tell him about the dream, leaving out the part of the biting boy being a real person.

"Hmm, have you ever had any other dreams like that?" He asks, pulling his feet up onto a stool bar and putting his elbows onto his knees and forming fists on either side of his face.

He looks like he's a five year old hearing his grandpa tell tall tales over a fireplace.

"No, i dont have dreams...ever. Not until today." I reply, blushing a little when i jump from his sudden pacing across the room.

"You dont dream at all?" He asks, putting a finger to his chin.

"Not at all." I say, running a hand through my hair that normally covers my right eye.

Noah stops at my movement, and stares at me.

Im suddenly very self concious of being alone with Noah, who, i remind you, is only a year older than me. Oh, and i forgot to mention hes just a volunteer and not a real liscenced teacher.

"Why do you cover your eyes up with your hair?" He asks, cocking his head to the side quizically.

I stare at him, and he stares back, waiting for an answer.

"I dont know, i guess it just doesnt bother me." I say slowly, deciding choice words.

Noah rubs the back of his neck with his hand, and gives a nervous laugh.

"Oh. Well i was just pointing it out because i used to do it too, but then someone told me that i had beautiful eyes, and i just sort of stopped covering them." He explains, sheepishly smiling at the ground.

I just stood there, not really knowing what to say without being rude. When he notices my absence of a reply, he looks up and gets a serious gleam in his eyes.

"What im getting at is that you have very pretty eyes, and you should consider not covering them up...people might stop calling you a witch." He says, giving that sheepish smile to me now instead of the floor.

i dont know what to say except, "How did you know-?"

"Kids talk, teachers hear, teachers talk, I hear." He explains, jamming his hands into the pockets of his pants so only his thumbs stick out.

"Oh." I say dumbfoundedly.

"Well, I suppose you'd like to get to lunch, so you're dismissed..." he says awkwardly.

"Ok, thanks, uh, Noah." i say, turning towards the door.

i exit the door and hear him mumble, "No, thank you, Amp."