"Yo, Lila, I haven't seen you in forever. What is going on?"

"Who is this?" You answered back into the cell phone

"It's Sly's older brother, Marco. You don't remember me."

You lay in bed, lazy as hell like always. You looked at your alarm clock on your bed side dresser; it was already three in the afternoon. The phone is the only reason you were even awake. Marco? Back in middle school, your best friend Shawn, who everyone called Sly, died from a heart condition he had since birth. His older brother Marco, who was older by three years, hated having us around all the time. You were always over the Nobles' house. Your own family had its problems, parents fighting all the time until your own mother's death, a medical mystery to all. Your father just introverted into his self. Guilt of mom's death, you always guessed.

But beside the point, the random phone call that woke you, confused and aggravated you at the same time. You took college course and finally on your first day of break, you got to sleep in late and of course get woken up.

"Lila? You still there?" Marco's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah sorry, I just woke up. What's going on?" He laughed; it was a smooth and sultry sound. You remembered as a kid you had the biggest crush on him. But that was years and years ago. He always was a good looking guy.

"Nothing, I stopped by my mom's house and she said you guys had moved away. For some reason I was thinking about you, I was thinking maybe we could hang out like old times." He said. You sat up now completely confused, but totally interested.

"Old times? You mean locking me and your brother in the attic for hours in the dark. Good times right?" You said laughing. You sat up and fluffed your curls. Complete bed head.

"Well I was thinking more along the lines of coming over for coffee? But I mean if you wanna get locked in the attic in the dark for old times sake I can do that for you." He said with a light chuckle. You laughed too. And then blushed thinking about the attic in the dark with a cutie like Marco.

"Okay well I'll see you tonight, like 8ish, see you later Lila Connor."

"Bye." You said and the phone call ended. You plopped back on your pillow. Confused and excited. When you guys were younger he seemed to hate you, always making fun of you and Sly, constantly calling you Connor instead of Lila, always locking you and Sly in the dark some where or another. But you were excited to see and old face, and to see why he decided to now get into contact with you.

It was already seven and you still couldn't figure out what to wear. You tried on every thing, until you decided that you didn't care what you looked like. He was just trying to get in contact with and old friend, nothing romantic intended, plus if there was something intended then he should like you for who you were and what you looked like on a normal day. Unfortunately, as it got closer to eight, your bravado ended. You put on a long sleeve green shirt, to bring out your green eyes, and simple skinny jeans and a pair of grey heeled booties. You checked yourself one last time in the mirror. Your bright fire engine red dyed hair played nicely with your green shirt. For all that worrying, you had to admit, you looked damn good. You headed out of the door without even so much as a goodbye to your father who was asleep on the couch with the news on. He didn't care where you were going and hadn't cared what you've done for a while.

You pulled up to the familiar house. You haven't been here in so long; you smiled at the flood of memories. It was just last week that Sly and Marco's father died, same heart condition Sly had, and you had missed the funeral and chose to pay your respects in private at the cemetery alone afterwards, visiting both Sly and Mr. Nobles graves.

You walked up the path and up the front steps to the porch to the door, with a bouquet of flowers in hand. You rang the doorbell twice and waited. The door opened within seconds and there stood tall, dark, and handsome, Marco. He smiled widely. You couldn't help but notice how white his teeth were, and how they stood out against his tan Brazilian skin.

"Oh, for me, you shouldn't have." He said with a smirk and reached for the flowers.

"It's a good thing that I didn't," you said snatching them away, "they are for your mother, my condolences about your father." He stepped aside so you could come in, but leaving only a small amount of room, so you actually had to brush by him. The small touch sent shockwaves through out your body, actually creating goose bumps on your skin. You tried to act as though nothing had happened and continued on into the family room. The house was quiet besides the ticking of the grandfather clock. The house was just as you remembered it, even the couch and love seat were the same. Besides the flat screen TV on the wall, nothing had changed. That made you smile.

"Go ahead have a seat; I'll go get the coffee." Marco said and motioned to the loveseat. You sat on the couch, you weren't sure if you were ready for so much closeness yet. It kind of infuriated you how much he intimidated you. His looks and they way he acted and dressed, kind of made every girl he comes into contact with swoon. You weren't too bad with the looks department yourself, but something about him sent bells whistling in your ears.

He came back carrying two mugs of coffee. He sat down on the couch next to you, touching again, you visibly shivered.

"Are you cold?" He asked with a smirk, you didn't want to say he looked amused, but the question seemed to mean something other than what he said. You rolled your sleeves down and shook your head and grabbed a mug and taking a sip. Hoping to look like nothing was wrong at all.

Your mother always told you to listen intently to your instincts and what your inner voice was telling you, and my inner voice was saying something was, not wrong, but not right here.

"So where is your mother, I was hoping to see her, I didn't get to go to the funeral, had school." You said, telling a little white lie. You just couldn't handle funerals after your mother died. You actually waited until everyone had gone and then went into the graveyard.

"She is in Vermont visiting my aunts. She'll be gone for the week." He said turning to you and staring intently. *Ring ring ring* your alarm bells were going off again. You stood, it happened so sudden you didn't even know why you did it. Marco looked confused, you shared his look of confusion but you knew your body was telling you to get out of the house. He stood too.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." You said and tried to go around him and towards the door. But he laid his hands on your shoulders and stopped you. His brows furrowed.

"Okay, wait. I asked you to come here for a reason, not just because I wanted to see and familiar face. I need to talk to you." Gently he pushed down on your shoulders and you sat back down. For some reason your curiosity needed to hear why he called you over.

"I know what you are, I know who you are, you're a witch."