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Authors: Karli Rush

Tags: #Fantasy, #Romance

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.

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