Bitchcraft

Chapter Seven

The wind crashes from my lungs as I land on my back against the mat.

"Come on now," Jamie says standing over me, all humor gone from his voice, "you've been here a month, you need to start stepping things up."

No stare up at the shaggy hairs boy as a short laugh comes from the wall, "Cmon, Bower," Shay says pushing her long blonde hair off her shoulder, "it took you almost three to get used to everything, and you didn't start out in a house of Satanic's."

She pulls me up and dusts the dirt off my shoulders and back.

"Whatever," he says making a face, "she's supposed to be this big deal, but she can't even block a punch." Jamie looks over at me and grimaces, "it's pathetic-"

An anger built in my chest as he spoke. My hands started to burn and my body shake just as he flies three feet in the air backwards before falling on his back.

"Well, damn girl," Shay says, "remind me never to get you upset."

This makes me laugh for a second as Jamie wobbles to his feet, "You definitely have made some improvement... You're not quite the All Star yet."

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"He hasn't told you yet?" Shay asks with a laugh, "that's just bloody ridiculous. Yule tide is only days away!"

"Shut it," Jamie snaps at her as he starts to pick up his things that lay around the room.

"Who hasn't told me what?" I ask starting to get annoyed by my own ignorance.

Jamie gives Shay a look in which she ignores by checking her nails and waiting by the door of the gymnasium, "We aren't supposed to talk about it."

"Since when have you ever followed the rules?" I smirk at Jamie as he pulls his his sweatshirt back on.

He sucks his teeth before smiling, "I think watching you try to figure it out is much more fun."

I whip his chest with my hand before storming off with Shay, "I hate men..."

"I love em," she had a pleased look on her face as we passed by the guys who just came back from their run and somewhere along the way lost their shirts.

Rolling my eyes, I push open the double hinged door and slouch at the island, "Don't you ever get tired of being the minority?" I mumble and rest my head against my fist as Shay looks in the cabinets.

With wide eyes she turns to look at me, "Elsa, darling," she leans in close across the table as a guy walks in with a towel around his waist. He waves slightly, grabs a juice box, and leaves, "I get that all to my self, all day every day."

Sighing, I look down at the counter top, "Yeah, I guess it's nice..."

"You look like an effing zombie," Shay laughs and moves back to her search of junk food, "how much did you sleep last night?"

I shrug and she sighs.

"You're still having those dreams?"

"Yeah," I whisper and rub my eyes with a groan, "they're always so vivid and most of them don't really bother me. Its just this one."

Sitting up on the island with a bag of chips, Shay looks down at me, "Well, go on, tell me."

I laugh a little, "It's just the same one... I'm, you know, laying there on the ground and there's fire burning everywhere and no matter how much I try, I can't find my way out," sighing, I take a chip, "then... I whisper something. Something I never can remember, and then the fire is gone and all there is is this bright light around me."