Hurricane (The Charmed) (6 page)

Chase pulled up before school let out. He put the car in park and looked over at Lyla. “I’d like to see you again.”

“I’d like that.” Lyla looked out at the reality of the school and preferred the beach.

“Your parents probably won’t let you date a boy or go out to a movie with a boy or even see a boy. Will they?” Chase smiled over at her.

“I’m not even supposed to know boys exist.” Lyla smiled back.

“So we have to be careful. Where can we meet that your parents will actually let you go? Some place where boys don’t go.”

“The library?”

“What’s a library?” Chase laughed. “Actually that’s a great idea. Its right by your house and my parents will die of happiness if I say I’m going anywhere near there.”

“How about tomorrow at six?”

“Sounds great.” Chase leaned in and kissed her again. He could really get used to that. The bell rang and startled them, making both laugh. Lyla got out of his car and ran to hers.

For the next two months Chase and Lyla met at the library. Sometimes they studied but mostly they laughed and talked or made out. The make out sessions were going too far. Cloaking could only go so far when your emotions were compromised. Lyla found that out and now it was getting hard to conceal just being together. She was too happy. The cloak was harder to evoke when she was emotionally up.

“Chase, my parents are leaving tomorrow. They’ll be gone overnight.”

“Really? Can I come over?” He smiled knowing the answer.

“The alarm would be horrible.” Lyla smiled. Her parents placed a spell on the house, clearly for their protection but mainly to keep Lyla from being harmed.

“Maybe we could go somewhere then? Like a movie?”

“That would be great!”

They said their goodbye’s and went their separate ways. Lyla walking home and Chase to his car.

When Chase got home his parents were sitting at the dinner table. He dropped his keys in the dish by the front door and walked over to them.

“Hi.”

“Hello. Why don’t you sit down?”

Chase did an inward groan. He sat.

“Your mother and I will be leaving a bit this year. It’s a busy one for our business so you’ll be alone a lot.”

Oh happy day. He tried not to show how happy he was about that. “Oh, okay. If I need anything I can always go to Jaden’s.”

“Precisely. Chase, you’re doing well this year, any idea on a college yet? How about the schools we picked out?”

“Yale and Harvard? Purdue? I’m not really excited to go out of state Dad.”

“There’s nothing wrong with expanding your horizons.”

“It’s also cold in those places, and gray.” Chase was trying to figure out how to explain to his Dad that he already applied to The University of Florida, UF for short. There were things his Dad wouldn’t understand. Most of the places he talked about needed pedigrees and applications a mile long. Chase was easygoing and needed sun. He realized with a start that he needed Lyla, too. He needed her like he needed water.

“What do you think?”

“I’m sorry?” Crap he thought, he had been talking in his own head and didn’t listen.

“What do you think about a big graduation party? The Governor of Florida plans on attending.”

“Well, couldn’t we just have something small? Maybe out by the pool and some pizza?”

His father looked at Chase with a mild form of disgust and humor. “Why don’t we talk about this later? Your mother and I have to pack. We’ll be gone for a few days. Here’s some money.” His father produced a large wad of bills. Chase truly didn’t understand how his father got around in life thinking his son needed this much. On every occasion they left, they gave him hundreds of dollars. Chase lived on pizza or whatever was in the fridge and pocketed the money. “Thanks Dad.”

Chase went upstairs and lay down on his bed. Tomorrow could be fun.

The next day was impossible to get any time with Lyla during school. He was pulled in so many different directions that even trying to see her through the charm was hard. He raced out to the parking lot at the end and caught her as she was leaving in her car.

“Lyla. Wait.” He jumped into the passenger side and shut the door, sealing the invisibility charm.

“Hi.”

He finally got a good look at her today. She was stunning in a white sweater, jeans and her hair was pulled up in to a ponytail. He could stare at her for hours. “Hi.”

Lyla smiled. She leaned forward and kissed him. “What did you need Chase.” She whispered.

“You.”

“You have me.”

“No. My parents are leaving today. I want you to come over.”

Lyla pulled back. “They’re leaving? Wow. Who would have thought that would happen?”

“Not me, not in a million years.” Chase ran his hand through his hair. “So will you? Come over?”

“Yes.”

“Great. I’ll make you dinner.”

“You can cook?”

“I can order pizza.”

Lyla giggled. “Sounds like pizza.”

Chase stepped out of the car, a little lighter in his step. He had a date with a pretty girl tonight.

Chase picked Lyla up at six. She wore a sheer top over a tank and a little skirt. She wore her hair loose around her shoulders and smelled of Vera Wang. Chase watched Lyla walk down the steps in her heels, showing off her lovely long legs. His mouth watered.

They ordered pizza right away and Lyla made herself comfortable. The house was big and just off Lake Hollingsworth. She looked over at Chase paying the pizza delivery guy. His jeans were snug in just the right places and he was barefoot with a black v neck t-shirt. She thought he looked like someone out of a magazine.

After dinner Chase took her on a tour of the house. It was so large it took a while. Each room had white furniture that Chase explained he never sat on. A maid was here every day and a cook came every night.

“I bet you had a nanny too, didn’t you?”

“Her name was Edna. Lovely woman, I still miss her.”

Lyla laughed.

“It’s true. She was from England.”

Lyla laughed harder.

“Come on, I haven’t finished with the tour yet.” They walked into his parents’ room. It was sparse and cold. The furniture black the carpet black and the walls stark white.

“Oh my.”

“Do you like it?”

“No.”

“Neither do I, let’s keep going.” A chill ran up his spine.

“So…this is the last stop. Where haven’t I taken you?”

“Your room.”

“Bingo! Give the girl a prize!” Chase opened his door which was located at the complete opposite end of the house as his parents. He had two large rooms. The front was the sitting area with a pool table, a television, a couch and love seat and a desk. In the corner was a refrigerator. Lyla looked around in fascination.

“I suppose getting in trouble meant really, yay! I get to go to my room!”

“I didn’t get in much trouble. But yeah, I like coming up here. He shut the door behind them as Lyla walked around the room. She stopped at a picture on his desk.

“Who’s this?”

“Edna, my Nanny.”

“I thought you were joking.”

“Nope.”

Lyla giggled again and placed the picture back on the desk. She pointed to another door. “Where does that go?”

“Why don’t you open it?” It was easy to see what it was since there clearly wasn’t a bed in here. He wanted to see if she actually would open the door.

Lyla walked over and opened the door. She walked in and sat on the bed. It was a big four poster queen bed with a lot of pillows. The comforter was a dark blue, the walls were white but Chase had put black and white pictures up of various cities and people he knew. It was peaceful in here. She looked over at Chase who was standing in the doorway, waiting.

“I love your room Chase.”

Chase walked over and bent down, “Do you?” He put both hands on the bed on either side of her and kissed her, slowly pushing her back onto the bed. They were at it in seconds. Chase had one hand on her thigh, and another fisted in her hair. Lyla’s hands were pushing up Chase’s shirt feeling his muscular back. Chase’s mouth went from hers to her neck and back again. They were hungry for each other and Chase prayed that any amount of charm or spell placed on them would slip away tonight. Chase’s hands pushed up her shirt while he French kissed her deeply. His heart raced so frantic that he almost didn’t feel the electric shock that jolted through his body until he became completely numb all over. Damn charm. He took a few deep breaths and kept his head on Lyla’s shoulder. His hand was still on her stomach and his other under her. Lyla was breathing heavy and shuttered.

“What the hell was that?” Lyla was looking up at the ceiling.

“The charm. The birth charm.” Chase was still immobile on top of Lyla. In a few minutes his arms and legs began to get feeling again and he could move off her.

“What…is….the…birthing….charm?” Lyla turned her head toward Chase who was lying on his back next to her on his big bed.

“Have your parents never told you about it?”

“No.”

“When the Charmed are born, they have a spell placed on them that only the parents can remove. They usually remove it when the kid marries someone they approve of. It keeps people of our kind from marrying outside. Keeps us pure. It’s pure crap if you ask me.” Chase was still breathing heavy.

“I think you got it worse than me. I think I can feel my arms and legs already.”

“Yeah, I think I got it worse. Parts of me hurt.”

“Chase, I’m so sorry.”

Chase smiled. “It was worth it.” He turned to look at her. Lyla’s hair was a little mussed up, she looked sexy as hell. He leaned up and kissed her. He moved her back onto the bed and continued.

“Do you think we should keep doing this?”

“I think we try until we can’t.”

Lyla kissed him again and wrapped her arms around him. Chase went a little slower this time and just concentrated on kissing for a few minutes. It eventually became too much and they were at it as frantic as before. In no time they were both being zapped apart and breathing heavy.

“Okay, so, we clearly can’t go very far and not again so fast. Ouch.”

“Yeah.” Chase picked up his arm slowly to look at his watch. “Crap.”

“What?”

“It’s midnight. Weren’t your parents going to check up on you at eleven?”

“Yes.”

It took another twenty minutes for both to move out of the house.

Lyla looked out the window in the car. Her body still hurt. “I had no idea. God, what kind of sick people are the Charmed anyway?”

“I don’t know. I know if I ever have the chance, I’m changing it.” He put the car in gear and drove Lyla home.

When he got there he cut the engine. “I hope you don’t get in trouble.”

“I’ll just tell them I was asleep. Chase, I’m sorry.”

He smiled. “For what? Wanting to do that with me?”

Lyla smiled. “Well, no. I couldn’t apologize for that. I’m sorry you got zapped worse than me.”

“Lyla my sweet, I would get zapped a million times for you.” He leaned over and kissed her. A wave of exhaustion swept over him. “I think I’ll be at Jaden’s for a few days though. Mr. M always has the right strange brew to heal me.”

“Okay. Good night.” Lyla walked slowly into the house. It was and wasn’t the night she had hoped for. Lyla flipped the living room light on and gasped in surprise.

“Hello Lyla.” Lyla’s father was sitting on the couch. Her mother was sitting opposite him. The fire was going in the fireplace.

“Hello.”

“Who was the boy Lyla?” Her mother who always wore her hair in a tight bun had it down tonight in long frizzy waves of un-pretty hair.

“What boy?”

“Please, try to discuss this like an adult, the boy who dropped you off. I’m assuming it’s the same boy you were with when we tried calling you tonight.” Mr. Bleu had a low rising temper that always scared Lyla. She was never sure when it would rise to the surface but she knew it was there.

“His name is Chase. My cloak didn’t work on him.”

“Pack your bags.” Lyla’s mother said.

“No! Please! I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t make us leave again! I can’t take it!”

“We made a deal that you chose to ignore. Our only deal with you was to let you go to school in return you would cloak and not let anyone see you. You clearly broke the deal.”

“No I didn’t. My cloak didn’t work on him. He was the only person out of the whole school who could see me and can still see me! Please don’t make us leave! Call Mr. M, he can vouch for him. Chase lives there most of the time.”

Lyla’s father reached for the phone on the coffee table and handed it to Mrs. Bleu.

“Sam, we need to see you now. It’s about the boy who’s staying with you.”

“Chase? What about him?” Mr. M had a horrible feeling he knew the answer.

“Apparently Lyla knows him. They’ve been seeing each other for the past month.” Lyla’s mother looked over at her sitting on the hearth of the fireplace.

Mr. M walked into Chase’s room. He pointed a finger at him to follow him back to the kitchen. “I’ll be over in a minute.” He hung up the phone.

Mr. M turned to face Chase. “So when I asked you to stay away from Lyla, you didn’t listen.” Chase had arrived a half hour ago in pain and asking for help. Mr. M let him in and cast a spell to alleviate pain.

Chase paled. “It’s not like I didn’t listen, I thought it was just a suggestion.”

“Do you have any idea what could have happened? What if they hadn’t called me first? What if they took off with her in the middle of the night?”

“Would they do that?”

“Yes Chase! They’ve done that her entire life!” Mr. M’s hands were balled up into fists at his side. “Raise your sleeves.”

Chase stilled. “What?”

“Just do as I ask Chase.”

Chase just stood there looking at Mr. M.

“Chase! I mean it! This is some serious shit! You could get yourself killed now raise your sleeves up.”

Chase pushed his sleeves up on his shirt.

Mr. M walked over and took Chase by the wrist, one arm at a time inspecting them elbow to wrist. He released the hold he had on Chase and sat back down putting his face in his hands. “Thank god.”

“What was that all about?”

“Thank god nothing.”