Crescent Bound (13 page)

Seeing David use his telekinesis abilities
, it is
so free
flowing
.  H
e looks
like he
’
s been doing it his entire life.  I remember when we first met and he was just getting the hang of it
.  N
ow
it
looks
like second nature for him.  I think Megan will do amazingly well once she gets
it;
all she can really do is move a pencil off a desk.  Which is better than last year, she
could
only move a paper clip.  Once we
start
attend
ing
the Arcane things w
ill get better for all of us. 

Lisa will be closer to
Dawson
and
as for
Megan;
well
…w
e can always do a love spell for her if it gets a little too daunting
. 
I laugh to myself.  Thinking of Megan I must of manifested her because she shifts right beside me.

“
Hey you, want to swing by my house and paint our nails, or maybe do one of my demographics history essays, while I paint my nails, what do you think?
”
 

I give her a pouting look
.
“
Megan, I wish I could, love, but this evening is completely booked I
’
m afraid.
”
I say in my best Aussie
accent, which isn
’
t hard at all,
“
Maybe next time, but without the homework.
”

Chapter 9

We walk over to the school parking lot, and noti
ce Marc is leaning against his M
ustang
with
arms crossed over his chest as Kelly stands squarely in front of him.  Both have their heads down talking intensely.  I simply want to be unnoticed, glancing over it just so happens that my car is inconveniently parked next to his. Immediately
,
I look at Megan with a devious grin. 

“
I am not in the mood for drama, so see where my car is parked over there?
”
  Pointing in the direction as
Megan looks over she instantly
understands the situation. 

“
So
,
what
’
s the plan my lady
?
”
Megan says in her best British accent, which isn
’
t too bad either. 

“
Okay,
its operation
get
-
the
-
hell
-
out
-
of
-
here.
”
  You leave first, and by the goddess, I can
’
t believe I
’
m getting ready to say this but, please do draw some attention, okay?
”
  Megan lights up like a shooting star.

“
I
’
m
liking your plan here,
”
s
he says rubbing her hands together sinfully. 

I now stand by the brick wall of the school building waiting for Megan to walk uncloaked to her car and once Megan gets to
her car, I will shift to mine
.  That
’
s the plan anyway.

I peek around the corner, checking to see if anyone has noticed Megan and if the way is clear for me.  What I get for my gazing is Megan standing right beside Marc and Kelly.  Great, not the plan, but I
’
ll make do, I think.  I watch, tapping my nails anxiously against the wall feeling more like a cat on the hunt. 
I
’
m c
onstantly and patiently
forever
waiting so that I can spring forward to my car in a silver mist. 

I can hear fragments of the conversation, a word here or there.  Megan is now leaning against Marc
’
s car
,
making herself comfy as she looks Kelly over.  Marc turns around and opens up his passenger side door and throws his backpack in.  I
take it
that
this
is my chance with Kelly
’
s back to me, perfect.  I shift right beside my car, hop in and drive out of the lot. 

I only go a couple of blocks
away to a public park, pull into a vacant parking spot and wait.  A few minutes pass until
I see Megan
’
s Porsche drive by.
“
Call me
.
”
I text her.

A text comes shooting back
saying
“
Hey, can I stop by your house?  I
’
m having problems solving the logarithmic differentiation in calculus
.”
It isn
’
t from Megan either.  I don
’
t recognize the number so I text back,

“
Who is this?
”
Seconds pass by and then my next text says one word. 

“
Marc
.”

I shake my head and think
“
Megan, I
’
m going to get you for this.
”
Laughing to myself I text Marc back…
“
1366 Gallows Hill Road
.
”

Finally
,
pulling into my driveway, I park my car around back
by the
garage.  Running inside to change, I
’
m going to wash my car before Marc comes by.  

Dad left me a message
.
“
Alyssa, I
’
m running a little later than I
had
expected and your mother is tied up at the hospital for a couple more hours, just wanted you to know,  I love you, see you in a little while
.
”
  Shrugging my shoulders I
guess
that it will work out perfect actually. 

It gives me some extra time to wash off the
Shelby
and prepare the steaks to grill for dinner tonight.  I change into my favorite car washing clothes, a pair of Frankie B low rise cut shorts and a shimmering black bikini top.  I put the steaks in a marinade and throw baked potatoes in the oven. 

I am not a big fan of cooking really, but grilling steaks and oven baked spuds is something I can handle.  Walking out to the garage I open up all three doors.
  We have a sound system that is
unbelievable, so I pick a song called
“
Halfway Gone
.
”
 
It is a remix thanks to my dear Megan.  I guess going to the clubs in
California
all the time rubs off on you.  I crank up
the volume
and the b
ass gets me humming to the tune
while I get the hose and bucket out. 

I have everything I need and move the stainless steel grill out, raising my right hand I shoot sizzling hot flames to the grill lighting it the witch
way. 
Letting it warm up for the great looking steaks I have waiting
,
I start spraying water over the car.  My bucket of soapy water is ready to go and
I soak my sponge in the bucket as I w
ash my car to the rhythm of the music. 

I start dancing, shaking my hips
recklessly
around the
Shelby
. 
I have w
ater spraying everywhere.  I
’
m not sure what is wetter, me or my car.  I have the chrome nozzle of the hose as
my microphone and I
’
m singing.

Closing my eyes I forget about the car,
getting more
into the song,
w
hen I finish turning around
and
open my eyes
again I
see Marc standing just a few feet in front of me with a huge smile on his face.

Stopping instantly, I
put on
my best facade
and
act like
I
’
m still cool
.
  Running my hands through my wet hair I say in a startled voice,
“
Oh, Uh...hey…there,
I thought I
’
d be finished by now
.
”
I
clear my throat
and continue
with a half grin.
 

“
Guess I got a bit into the song and with the washing, grilling, and
singing
?
”
 

He raises an intrigued brow at me.  I roll my eyes at myself.  He is probably thinking I
’
m an absolute goof.  Then I realize that the music is still playing, so I raise a finger to tell him, give
me a second
.  Walking inside the garage I turn the music down.

“
Your car looks pretty
good;
you want me to pull my car around here too?
”
  He says as he walks around my car smiling.  

I put my hands on my hips and point my finge
r at him.
“
Hey now, I thought you need
ed
help with some
math
dilemma.
”
  I feel Marc
’
s eyes slowly scanning over my body and it makes me feel a bit embarrassed.  I don
’
t know why I suddenly have this blushing
sensation;
I generally don
’
t feel self conscious about my body
.  I want him to like what he sees and then
a concern seeps through me,
w
hat if he doesn
’
t?
 

“
Come on inside, I need to get the steaks and a towel.
”
I tell him as
I run upstairs to grab a T-shirt.

I come right back down
.
Marc
has made
himself right at home in the kitchen.
“
Hey, I hope you don
’
t mind I smelled the aroma of the bake
d potatoes so I checked on them,
”
h
e says matter
-
of
-
factly as he sits down at the bar across from me.

“
I have the steaks on the grill for you.
”
  I
’
m pretty impressed that he apparently knows what he
’
s doing when it comes to food. 

“
Thanks
hey let me grab my calculus book.
”
  I sit across from him.
“
So, what can I help you with?
”
I ask smiling hopefully.  He pulls out a single folded piece of paper from his back pocket.  He begins showing me the section assigned for tomorrow.  I soon realize it is just one problem.  I also figure out he already completed the more complex problems on down the page, on his own. 

We work the one problem out together and while I
’
m making sure he is following me on the paper I see his eyes never look away from me. 

I am starting to feel like an alien from another planet as he scopes me out.  I decide it
’
s suddenly time to check the steaks.  Marc grabs the serving plate and walks out with me.

I get a text from my d
ad.
“
B
e there in thirty
minutes
.
”
Marc
comes back inside with me and helps set up the table.

I always try a sample of a steak as soon as it comes off the
grill;
call it tradition, so I start cutting a piece of steak when Marc leans over with a slice al
l
ready for me to take a bite.  I lean over and as I take the bite from his fork our eyes meet.  It is only a brief moment
, but
it is profoundly intimate. 

I turn away quickly grab
bing
a plate and load
ing
it down for him to take home.  I don
’
t want him to leave, but I
’
m also trying to hide my attraction I have for him too.  My mind is screaming,
you
’
re a witch and he
’
s not, and even if he knows what I truly am
—
I pause on the million and one thoughts flooding me.