Hey everyone, so this is my new story, review if you think I should continue. Sorry it's so short, I'm just testing the idea. I do not own this series.
I walked downstairs in the Gothic safe house, clad in grey sweatpants and Derek's tee shirt. I didn't pack any big comfy sleeping shirts so I stole his. It smelt like him as well, which comforted me at night, I say that in the least creepy way possible. There was just something about Derek's scent that calmed me, you know, now that he doesn't smell like B.O and has to shower three times a day.
When I entered the kitchen Tori, Simon and Derek were already there, sitting at the small four chair breakfast table. I noticed Tori looked very into the book she had in front of her.
"What are you reading?" I asked her as I sat down in the free seat between her and Derek.
"It's a spell book Andrew gave me, there's spells in here you'd never even think to wonder if they existed." She then looked at Simon and sneered, "Not that you need to worry about that, you can barely even lift a basket-ball let alone complete a successful and useful spell."
I could see Simon's eyes bug out and face grow red with anger, and I would assume embarrassment too since, in a way, she was kind of right.
"Shut up bitch, I can do anything you can." He snapped at her.
"I'd ask you to prove it," She paused as she studied her nails, "But I wouldn't want to risk everyone's lives."
He angrily snatched the book from her hands and flipped through it, more then likely looking for a spell that would impress us. He stopped at a teleporting spell and smiled in satisfaction. "I bet you twenty bucks I can teleport those bananas," He motioned to the bundle of bananas sitting on the counter across from us, "To the table in front of me using this spell."
Tori snorted, "I bet you fifty bucks that you can't."
Somewhere through all of this I saw Derek roll his eyes and murmer something along the lines of "You're all idiots." However I could see the tint of amusement in his green eyes.
"I accept that challenge." Simon focused his attention on the bananas across the room and repeated the spell so low I couldn't even hear him. He must have said it about ten times before I felt like someone knocked me in the head with a baseball bat and everything went black.