Sorry that I havn't commented since.... like since the first story. I don't have time anymore with school and everything else. Don't you wish that we had more time in a day?
Anyways, I love the ending of the 1st story. Stupid Tyler. Thats what he gets. I love the ending of the story, so awesome. But stupid Michael!! I really do feel like slapping him. And poor Vicki. That's as far as I got. I will catch up soon.
Update again soon!!
Wow. It's been ages, hasn't it?
Yes, I do wish we had more time in a day. Sucks right?
I don't like Tyler too but he's gone!
You have my permission to slap him, Jen.
Okay! I will.
----------Hi everyone! Thank you for all the lovely comments. You guys are the best! This is chapter three. Hope you like it and please comment. CC's are also very welcome.
The Life of a Witch: Heartbreak
The greatest magic is the power of love
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated
“Not your best, Sabrina,” Mr Jenkins informs me, as he hands me my Arithmancy grade. Uh oh. This was the moment I was most dreading. Finding out my grade. For Arithmancy, that is. I mean, for my other classes, I do generally well. I don't get anything lower than a C, that's for sure. Although, I have Michael to thank for that.
He tutored me for a while last semester and not only that, but he helped me control my newly-found powers. I guess, this semester we won't be having any tutor sessions at all. But that's a good thing. Having Michael so close to me will just remind me of New Years. Which is something I have to TRY and forget.
I sigh and place the piece of paper, which contained my grade, under my Arithmancy text book. I am not ready to see it. I am going to read it! I am. But NOT now. I don't think I'm quite ready to scream in frustration in front of my class mates. Especially, that cute boy – who I haven't seen before – who has just walked in. Too embarrassing.
“So. What did you get?” Vicki asks, from behind me. I swallow nervously although on why I was nervous is a mystery, it's not like Vicki is any better at Arithmancy than I am.
“I don't know,” I answer. “Too nervous to read it,” I admit, smiling bravely. Vicki smiles. I take the paper out and finger it nervously. No. It's best not read it. Not now.
“What did you get?” I ask, gazing at the cute guy who was talking to Mr Jenkins with enthusiasm. Although, what the cute guy could have with Mr Jenkins is unexplainable. I mean, all Mr Jenkins talks about is how his wife likes to make him sleep on the couch.
“A C,” Vicki says in a bored tone. I spin around on my seat and stare at her.
“A C!?” I explode. Mr Jenkins, the cute guy and the whole class throw me a quizzical look. I flush deeply and ignore at the fact that the cute guy has very nice blue eyes. Oh God. I can't believe Vicki – probably – got a better grade than me! Vicki has never studied in her life unlike me who studied for WEEKS for this exam. This is ridiculous and so … and so unfair! I should have gotten a C. I deserve it for all the hard work I did. Jeez.
“How did YOU get a C?” I demand, hotly. Vicki shrugs completely oblivious to the fact that EVERYONE is staring at us.
“Dave tutored me,” was her answer, avoiding my gaze. I stare at her.
“Dave,” I echo. “I didn't know Dave was good at Arithmancy,” I add, incredulously. But I was more surprised that Vicki and Dave managed to get through tutoring sessions and not spend the session by making out. Vicki eyes turn cold.
“Nor did I,” she mutters.
Oh. Right. I forgot how Vicki and Dave are having 'Problems.' I sigh and say gently, “Sorry, Vicki. I didn't realize,” I mumble. Vicki half smiles at me.
“It's okay, Sabrina,” she assures me. “I'm sure we'll work it out. Somehow,” she adds.
“I'm sure you will,” I say. “You guys are meant to be.” Vicki nods after a moment of silence.
“Yeah,” she says. “Now will you please look at your grade?” Vicki pleads, grinning and I nod.
But before I could take a glimpse at my grade, a shadow falls over my table. I look up in a daze and see the cute guy gazing at me with his amazing blue eyes, a perfect white smile and a lock of blond hair falling over his eyes. I clumsily clear a space for him next to me, he smiles in thanks and takes a seat. I look at Vicki and see her grinning wickedly at me. I turn around and try to ignore the hot guy sitting just a few inches away from. Oh God, what can distract me from the hot guy? Ooh I know.
I snatch the paper from my desk and count to three. This was it. The moment of truth. I inhale deeply and slowly look down at the paper. Oh. My. God. “A F!” I shriek out loud. I hear Vicki snort behind, I look beside me and see the cute guy looking at me with an amused expression. The WHOLE class was staring at me. Twice. That's the second time I've embarrassed myself today. In ONE class. What an achievement.
“Sorry,” I apologize to the whole class and Mr Jenkins, who had his eyebrows raised. They all went back to whatever they were doing except the cute guy, who continued to stare at me. “Bad grade,” I explain, lamely, thinking he wanted an explanation for my outburst or whatever. He nods smiling and holds out his hand.
“I'm Kevin Meyer,” he introduces himself. I stare at his hand incredulously and take it in mine.
He smiles again. A NICE smile. Huh. I haven't even seen him frown once unlike someone else I could mention, who hardly EVER smiles. And when he DOES smile it's only because he's going to kiss me and then walk away, leaving me heartbroken. Okay, Sabrina. Think happy thoughts. Thing happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Think HAPPY thoughts. I don't want Kevin to know that I'm a neurotic freak. Which I'm not.
“So you have no idea about Arithmancy?” he wants to know. I cringe and look at my F grade shamefully. This is so embarrassing. Now he's think I'm an idiot. Great.
“No idea,” I confirm. “Then again, I wasn't so good with maths back in California,” I add. Kevin raises his eyebrows and leans forward, interested.
“You went to a real high school?” He asks, incredulously.
I nod. “Yeah,” I say. “At least, no one could move objects with their minds,” I tease. Kevin grins wickedly and glances at my grade.
“You know, I am excellent at Arithmancy,” he tells me, smiling slightly. Oh no. Please don't tell me he's those type of guys who brag about their 'special' skills. That would suck so badly. Especially, considering, how cute this guy is.
“Oh?” I murmur, pretending to be interested. “Well, next time, I'll make you do my homework,” I say to him, half joking. Although, I wasn't. Joking, I mean.
“I can do better than that,” he assures me, laughing. “I can tutor you.” he abruptly says. Uh. What? Did he say he would tutor me? But, shouldn't I be the one to offer tutor sessions? I mean, Kevin IS the new kid after all. Oh God, I suck. I seriously do.
What about Michael, though? Michael was the one who tutored me for Arithmancy. Not only that but he forced me to practice with my powers. Due to Michael's efforts I can, more or less, control my powers. And – okay, I wasn't exactly going to attend his tutor session this semester but that's not the point. The point IS, is that, I'm not exactly over Michael. But wait, Kevin isn't asking me out! God, I am so dense.
“Really? You would do that? For me, I mean,” I say, playing it cool. Kevin shrugs.
“Sure,” he says. “I think it will be very entertaining,” he adds with a wink. I smile back at but when his words sink, I stop smiling. What does he mean, 'entertaining?' Am I THAT amusing? Or maybe he thinks I'm crazy. Jeez. Is that the impression I give to people?
“Oh. My. God!” Vicki shrieks into my ear, as we walk out of class. “He so likes you!” Vicki states, her eyes shining with pure excitement. Excitement which scared me a little. I mean, the last time Vicki was THIS excited … never mind. But I can assure you, it was scary.
“Who likes me?” I ask, trying to walk past the other students who were showing off their magical skills. Seriously. Competition, here, in the academy is absolutely ridiculous.
“Who do you think? She demands, sarcastically. “The new guy,” she answers her own question. I gape at her in the middle of the hallway and ignore the people who were pushing and shoving me, to get past me. KEVIN? Vicki thinks KEVIN likes ME? That is completely NOT true. So not true. I mean, Kevin is a GUY. A HOT guy. Why would he like me?
“Kevin? Kevin Meyer?” I ask sceptically.
Vicki shoots me a knowing look. “Of course the, Kevin, guy,” she expostulates. I snort and continue to make my way to Potions class – the only subject I enjoyed –
“Kevin Meyer does not like me,” I sniff. “He just asked if I wanted a tutor,” I explain helpfully. This time, Vicki stops on her tracks and her mouth falls open.
“He asked you if you wanted a tutor?”
I nod quickly. “Yeah. For Arithmancy,” I elaborate. Uh oh. Vicki is hyperventilating.
“Okay, it's official,” she chokes out. “He totally LOVES you!” she blurts out loudly enough, that – I don't know – Michael might have heard. Jeez.
“Vicki!” I wail like a little kid. “I just met Kevin, okay? In one hour you think he can fall in love with me?” I demand, incredulously.
Vicki shrugs. “Stranger things have happened,” she comments, casually. I sigh and walk faster to class. The faster I arrived at Potions, the better. I so did not want to hear about Kevin's supposed undying love for me. So not cool. “Like you and Michael, for instance.”I freeze and glare at her as menacingly as I could. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“Why is that strange?” I ask, offended. Vicki throws me an innocent look.
“It's not,” she says. “I just wanted to grab your attention.” Vicki smiles angelically at me.
“You are evil,” I point out to her. Vicki shrugs modestly.
“It's a gift,” she teases. “But keep it up, Sabrina. Keep Kevin on his toes and you will easily ace the next Arithmancy quiz.” Oh my God. Vicki REALLY is evil.
“Vicki, are you suggesting that I befriend Kevin just so I can get a good grade?” I say. Vicki blinks as if the idea had never occurred to her.
“That wasn't exactly my idea,” she murmurs thoughtfully. “But your one is good, too!”
Oh my God! How can Vicki even suggest such a thing? I mean, yeah, it's tempting. You know, I could really use a good grade in Arithmancy. But leading someone on like that is simply wrong. Completely unethical. It's such a diabolical plan that it might just work. Crap. I can't believe I'm actually considering this.
“Fine,” I blurt out without meaning to. “As long as, you keep Michael away from me.” Vicki grins. Huh. It's so obvious she knew I was going to give in her evil scheme. To be honest, I knew I was going to give in too. Ack. I suck. I really do.
“Okey dokey,” Vicki exclaims brightly and she skips inside the class room. What have I just done? And why am I even FRIENDS with her? Seriously.