Title: Old Magic
Author of book: Marianne Curley
A/N: This is based reallyyyy closely on the book Old Magic. I did change some of the story to make it fit with Spashley, but I'm kinda being selfish and doing it this way to learn how to write..haha..but I also just really like SON and Old Magic. Who knows? Maybe you'll like it too??
Diclaimer: I do not own South of Nowhere or the book, Old Magic. So don't sue me. I'm totally innocent. ļThanks.
Spencer
Her name is Ashley Davies. She has dark brown curly hair with brown eyes to match, but this isn't the only reason why I can't take my eyes off of her. There's something unnatural about her, something almost disturbing. It's this and the fact that she's unbelievably hot that has got me hooked to her.
She's standing in the front of the class of 10th grade chemistry. She's a little nervous as she doesn't know what to do with her hands and her eyes roam the classroom. They look at everyone but not once connecting with someone else's eyes. She is wearing the uniform that all of us have to wear. If you look at her, you wouldn't guess that she is new, because her skirt is too high for the dress code no one follows. Also, her button up shirt is tight around her chest. In one word to describe her, she looks SEXY.
Mr. Smith, our teacher, tells us the short biography that the principal probably gave him. Her family shifted from the Riverina only a few days ago and she has a younger sister who's in the 9th grade.
I'm not the only person interested in her. It looks like my douche brother Glen is looking at Ashley in the perverted manner that boys do. His girlfriend, Madison, is sitting right beside him. Apparently, Madison sees Glen's interest in Ashley, so I probe her brain slowly. It's one of the skills Julia taught me. She says I was born with a natural gift to sense someone's feelings, to feel someone's feelings. Over the years, I have practice this gift so now that I only have to concentrate for a few seconds and I'm in her head.
Damn! I pull out of her as fast as I came in. It felt like I was walking into a raging fire.
"Spencer? Spencer!"
Chelsea, my best friend, is staring at me like I was about to die.
"You okay? You went paler than your usual vampire pale."
I smile, and ignore her comment. I may look anemic but I'm not. I don't go into the sun too much though because I burn too quickly. However, I live on this small plantation on a mountain called Ashpeak in Ohio. It suits me fine. I have long blonde hair with baby blue eyes, courtesy of my father that I've never met. The only thing I've inherited from my mother is her pale skin. I don't remember my mother. I was raised by my grandmother, Julia. With the way I look, I don't look like I would be a witch, but some people still believe I am. And I am, just not in the stereotypical sense of the word.
Chelsea is the only one who knows the truth. She has seen what I can do, which isn't much, not yet anyway.
Although Julia is my grandmother, I don't call her grandma or anything. When I was born, she was quite young, so she thought saying grandma would make her feel old. And of course mom wouldn't be right either. So I just call her by her first name. One thing Julia constantly teaches me is to keep certain things a mystery. Like my abilities, moving things, working spells, sensing moods, and changing things. I'm nothing compared to what Julia can do. Most everyone knows that Julia is a witch. We never do anything in front of people. They just know because of where we live, which is in the middle of nowhere, and the articles that Julia writes for the Witch magazines. With me, they just guess. However, no one has ever said anything to her face. They're too scared that she will perform dark magic on them. If they ever read one of the articles, they would know that she is a healer. To keep us in good financial shape, she owns a shop. It is mostly for tourists, because it contains witch things for people to buy. People have a stupid idea for what it is to be a witch, but Julia is not typical in any way.
I hear a noise and I see Ashley on the floor. Unbelievable. Madison just tripped Ashley. She was walking to her seat and she just tripped her. It's not Ashley's fault that she is so much prettier than Madison.
I decide to probe in her head just to wonder if she was okay and why she was so nervous. I mean I know that she only tripped and she has a right to be nervous since it's her first day of school, but still. When I get around the edges of her senses, her head lifts and stills. Uh oh. She can't possibly feel my probe, no one ever does. I still go in deeper. I sense her need to belong in this school. Then I feel something hard hit me. It takes a second to realize what it is. She blocked me out. This way I can't probe to feel her emotions. This has never happened to me before. She turns around and sees me. We lock eyes and something intense is flowing between us. I know then that she's different. She felt my probe, but I think she doesn't understand. Suddenly, Ashley Davies becomes much more interesting.
Mr. Smith tries to get everyone's attention. Yeah. Good luck with that Teach. Ashley turns around to face the front and at last I breathe.
I don't probe her brain again. My heart is still pounding and all my concentration is lost for the lesson Mr. Smith is trying to teach us. Thankfully, the experiment is simple. I watch Ashley and I see that she doesn't have very much self confidence. I notice this because Madison isn't letting up on her insults and Ashley is just sitting there. Mr. Smith isn't doing anything about it either, because he's weak and doesn't want to deal with the shit that insecure teenagers bring.
Ashley wears glasses. So to drive her crazy, Madison walks over to her and knocks down her glasses. The whole class laughs and Mr. Smith just tells Madison to pick them up. She does but smudges the glasses and cracks one of the lens.
I think of a spell I could use to make Madison suffer. I could make her talk like a baby all day. That would be awesome wouldn't it?
"What a bitch right?"
I smile at Chelsea's description of Madison. Then, something sharp hits my senses. Something indescribable. I look outside. It's all rainbows and sunshine. I probe in her brain just a little so she doesn't shut me out again. It was enough to realize all the anger in her. She was fighting it but I want to see what she would do to those airheads. Then things start to happen. Aiden, Glen's best friend, screams like a girl when his beaker explodes. I would be laughing if other beakers and glass wasn't breaking. The lights flicker and hiss. The room becomes dark even though it's only morning. Someone screams and everyone starts murmuring.
Mr. Smith, trying to act like an authority figure, tells everybody to calm down and remain seated and he will go check what's wrong with the power.
Of course nobody is listening. When he leaves the room, the murmuring becomes frantic. We see dark, thunderous clouds coming in. Windows start to fling back on their own and Madison keeps trying to insult Ashley. Paper, pens, notebooks, and whatever isn't permanently attached to the room starts to crash into the walls.
Mr. Smith comes back and looks shocked, but he remembers he's the one in charge, "What's going on in here? This is the only room with a power problem. Quick! Close the windows."
"They're stuck sir!" Aiden yells across the room. All the girls are running around the room screaming and huddling in corners. The only one remaining calm is Ashley. Lightning strikes and everyone screams. It strikes again before anyone even gets a chance to catch their breath.
Chelsea grabs my arm. "What's going on?" She asks me when her nails dig into my skin.
I yank her hand off my arm. "I don't know"
"So then it's not you doing this?"
I stare at her, shaking my head. "Chels, I don't have this kind of power."
Apparently, Ashley does. Somehow she doesn't know how to control it or even look like she knows she's causing it herself. Ashley is just sitting in her stool when everyone is trying to leave. The window shatters and while everybody hits the floor in self-protection. A piece of glass hits Ashley and that seems to break the spell. The thunder and lightning stops as well as the wind. The light comes back up again. For thirty seconds, the room is completely silent for once. The whole class is in shock. Finally, Mr. Smith notices the deep cut Ashley has.
"Oh. God. We should probably get you to the nurse." I could tell Mr. Smith doesn't really know what to do now. While Ashley is trying to tell him that she does not know where the nurse is, I look for a rag to cover up the wound. I tell him that I will take her to the nurse, while I'm wrapping a rag around her arm. While we're walking to the door, I hear Madison say, "Try not to get stuck in the closet. Who knows? Queer eye could try and take advantage of you." Typically the class roars with laughter. Whatever. They have no thoughts of their own.
