Wicked Casters

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Chapter 9: Greenhouse

Ginger's POV

I watched the students prepare for the field trip to some eco-greenhouse. Everyone seemed excited apparently. Probably to avoid gym and other classes, since most schools require students to do two years of physical education. Here in Forks High School it's four years. Damn. So what better way to take the opportunity to skip PE than going on a field trip?

"I need everybody's permission slips, okay?" Mr. Molina called out by the busses.

We already turned ours in and just waited.

Eleanor yawned as she leaned against the wagoneer. It has been three days since the accident and she has had a hard time relaxing with the soreness. Sure Constance healed and relocated her left arm, but Eleanor says she is sore as hell and will be for a week. I feel sorry for her, for she still wore the sling, stitches on her forehead, and a nasty bruise on her shoulder.

Although the bruise on her shoulder seemed to form into a shape. If you place your hand over it, it almost seems like a hand print. This evidence proves Edward is not normal. He may have stopped the van, but he pushed Eleanor out of the way, shielded me, and left a hideous dent on the back of the wagoneer. Just looking at the dent I get flashbacks of that day. Over and over again of Edward stopping the van with just his hand.

My coven sister shuddered as she looked up at the source. Across the street walking over to the busses were the Cullen and Jasper Hale. Something is definitely not right about them. Before I could start a conversation with Eleanor about it Mike came in.

"Look at you two, huh? You're alive." Mike teased.

"I know, false alarm." I replied.

"Nine lives over here." Eleanor added. "Make it eight."

"Yeah," Mike agreed. He suddenly got nervous as he looked at me. "Now, Ginger, I wanted to ask you, you know, if, you know, it's like a month away, but . . ." he laughs nervously. "Do you wanna go to prom with me?"

I stared at him wide eyes. Okay, I wasn't surprise or girly about him asking me to prom. I sort of knew he was going to ask me by his crush he has. However I didn't want to lead him on. Not with Jessica liking him and such.

"So, what do you think?" Mike asked.

"Sorry Mike, I already got a date for prom." I lied.

"Oh, who?" he asked.

"That is a secret," I told him innocently. "You should ask Jessica. I know she wants to go with you."

Mike looked at Jessica by the bus helping Mr. Molina with the permission slips. She notices his stare and waved at him. Mike smiled at her and nodded.

"Yo, yo, yo. Hey, guys, come on!" Mr. Molina called out, in his hipster slang. "We gotta go. We gotta go. Green is what? Good. Let's go. Guys, come on."

All three of us chuckled as we made our way to the buses. Eleanor leaned over and whispered to me softly, "Playing matchmaker or is there a secret boyfriend?"

"Matchmaker," I chuckled. "And I didn't want to lead him on."

Eleanor nodded as we got on the bus and took our seats in the middle. More students got on filing in order while Mr. Banner from Chemistry started calling out names for the assign bus. We sat there waiting thinking whispering about Mike asking me to prom until realizing we had a third part. Taking a seat in front of us was Tyler Crowley. He looked much better than he was three days ago. Although he did have a bandage over the left side of his forehead where stitches were.

"Hey Eleanor," Tyler greeted.

"Hey Tyler," Eleanor replied.

"I wanted to say sorry," he started,

"Tyler, it's okay." She assured. "It was an accident."

"Yeah, but I still feel bad about it." He said. "And I wanted to make it up."

Uh oh, I think I know where this is going as I nudge her on the good side hinting her. She didn't catch the memo though. Jessica called me the other day to gossip about Tyler asking Eleanor to prom. Her parents are friends with his, and Mr. and Mrs. Crowley think Tyler should make it up to Eleanor by taking her to prom and paying for the ticket. Got to love Jessica for the updates on today's gossip! She's much faster than FHS newspaper. Been keeping this a secret from Eleanor even hiding her cellphone.

"That is not necessary," she said.

"Well, I'm still going to repay you." Tyler said, as he pulls out a fake flower. "Eleanor, would you go to prom with me."

Eleanor gasped dumbstruck. If I had my phone out I would had taken a picture of this. It was absolutely priceless. Tyler looked nervous as he held the flower. Eleanor must have never been asked out before, not even a date it seems.

"She would be glad to go to prom with you," I said.

Eleanor shook her head slightly surprise, "su…sure. I'll go to prom with you."

Tyler breathed relieve as he gave her the fake flower. Eleanor took the flower looking at the detail. It wasn't a simple party decoration but an actual pen. Wow, the guy must had notice that Eleanor likes to write. In fact, she was blushing madly. Fluster to be precise in being asked ask out. I chuckled as I winked at Tyler giving him the thumbs up behind Eleanor's back. He chuckled happily and nodded. What can I say, I like to play matchmaker if I got the chance. Maybe this would get Tyler to stop apologizing constantly about the accident?

The bus started heading to the location in where the Greenhouse is at.

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The greenhouse was amazing. On the outside it looks like several plastic/metallic sheds. But once you go inside there was this new sense of life. It was so warm in here that you could take off your parka. Also I could feel connected to the exotic plants, vegetables, and other greens. I don't know why I feel connect to the earth. It must be a witch thing. For when I was little, Betsy had a black thumb. She latterly kills any plants, even if they are in a vase or small pot with special process soil. They all just go dead. But when I touch it or take care of the plants dying or dead they seem to grow back to life.

I walk along the aisle staring at the plants seeing the specific details of excellent health. Everyone seemed to be less interested as they talk to each other or pulling out their electrical devises. Seems only the advance students, two witches, and Mr. Molina seemed interested in the greenhouse in general.

Mr. Molina is most definitely into the greenhouse that is for sure. I wonder if his parents were hippies. As he stood next to one of the compost machines with Eric pumping the substance inside while he knelt down holding a clear mug.

"Egg shells, carrot tops. Compost is cool. Now, stuff that in there, Eric." Mr. Molina said, as Eric continue to pump saying yes sir. "Now, I am gonna make a steaming cup of compost tea."

"Give me that," Tyler said taking the compost tea.

"Yeah. This is recycling in its most basic form, guys." Mr. Molina said. Until Tyler decided to mess with him by fakingl to drink the compost tea. "Don't drink it! It's for the plants."

"I better go stop them," Eleanor said.

I chuckled, "Might as well."

Eleanor nodded rolling her eyes as she walked over to our friends to prevent anybody from getting sick. I continue to chuckle as I walk. Edward stood in front of the ferns deep in thought. Remembering our previous conversation, I took a deep breath walking around him.

"Who's your date?" Edward asked out of nowhere.

What the hell? How did he know about that? Edward wasn't even there when I lied to Mike. So another note to put on the list of weirdness.

"How do you know that?" I demanded, continuing to walk.

"You didn't answer my question." He said, following me.

"Well, you don't answer any of mine." I spat. "Hell, you don't even say hi to me in biology."

As the jerk he is, he says, "Hi."

"Seriously, what are you twelve?" I muttered.

"I wish," he said amused.

"So are ya gonna tell me how you stopped the van?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah. I had an adrenaline rush." He answered. "It's very common. You can Google it."

Lie, my abilities told me.

"How much bullshit are ya gonna tell me." I muttered. Edward looked at me appalled about my French. I chuckled then sighed better to give him his answer since he gave me his lie in a truth. "His name is John Doe."

Suddenly I tripped on a hose. Luckily Edward grabbed my arm preventing a face plant on the metal rack table. Seriously don't want a nose job in Washington. However Edward looked annoyed, "Can you at least watch where you walk?"

I scoffed yanking my arm out of his grip.

"Look, I'm sorry I'm being rude all the time. I just think it's the best way-"he started.

"Ginger!" Jessica interrupted, walking towards us with excitement. She grabbed my hands. "Guess who just asked me to prom."

"Tom Felton?" I guessed. "Alex Pettyfer?"

Edward huffed slightly walking away. Thank you Jessica in repelling the jerk! Although she had the wrong timing, but any who time to hear the good news.

"No, I wish. It's Mike Newton." Jessica chuckled. "I actually totally thought that Mike was gonna ask you out. It's not gonna be weird, though, right?"

"Don't worry, I have a date." I assure/lie to her. "You guys are cute together."

"I know, right?" she agreed happily.

We chatted about Prom. Seeing her excited made me feel excited as well. Damn, and I don't even have a date for prom. Maybe I can bribe on of my classmates who is signal to be my date and have him lie. Or maybe contact Jacob asking him to join me as friends? Either way I need an alibi for prom. Of course I could use the excuse of my imaginary John Doe date dumped me and represent all the single ladies. Great, now I got Beyoncé's "Single Ladies" song in my head. That could work. Yeah, I'm going with that. Though I'm having Jacob Black on speed dial, as backup.

After thirty more minutes I headed outside searching for my new friends. I spotted Eleanor laughing with Eric, Tyler, Angela, and Mike at the fertilizer box with other students. Curiously I walk over to see Eric lifting a stick with a worm tangle around it. He swings it around scarring some of the girls crossing by. He did it to Eleanor who chuckled and dangle the work in her right hand.

"Be nice to mother nature's decomposers." Eleanor said, putting the worm back in the box.

"Gross," a boy said.

Eric laughed as he got another worm with the stick and swing it at me. "Ginger, look. It's a worm."

"Yum, get the BBQ sauce." I teased, gently pushing the stick away.

Eric laughed swinging it at another student. I cackled from their reaction of screams then headed to the bus. Sadly my moment of peace ended raptly as Edward waltz in out of the blue.

"Georgia, we shouldn't be friends." Edward warned.

"Well, if we were friends you be calling me Ginger." I sneered. "I got the memo two weeks ago, Eddie."

"Eddie?" he said. "Don't call me Eddie."

"Whatever Ed," I muttered. "If you don't like me, why didn't you let the car crash me and save yourself from all this damn regret?"

Edward stopped in front of me in shock, "What, you think I regret saving you?"

"Apparently," I said.

"You don't know anything." He said with a fern tone.

I stepped into his personal zone, standing on my toes so I can be in his face. "Try me."

"Hi," his sister Alice greeted coming from nowhere, Jasper standing next to her. "Are you gonna be riding with us?"

The jerk stepped back, "No, our bus is full." As he bang his hand against the door letting the driver opens the door.

"Whatever," I said, walking to my bus.

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Eleanor's POV

I sat in the dining room working on my homework. Great, miss a day of school and have to do three days' worth of homework with one hand. At least my dominate hand isn't injure. My mom might have been able to heal muscle tissue and reconnect the bones in my left wrist, however it didn't stop the trauma my body felt. So I have to be careful as my left arm remained in a sling.

Ginger was in the kitchen marching about muttering insults. The talk she had with Edward Cullen didn't go as well as usual. Seriously she needs to let him go because her obsession in figuring him out is not healthy. Something about Edward Cullen, his siblings, and the Hale twins is deviant. Although I never got the opportunity to meet Dr. Cullen for Dr. Gerandy was my doctor, Ginger believes he's part of it. Zelena warned us the Cullen and Hale are not normal. She won't tell us why saying it is not out place, but take note they are dangerous.

The way Ginger describes Zelena's interaction with Carlisle seems odd. What could a simple doctor done to activate such unadulterated loathing. Usually Casters barely hold such ill behavior unless it is against a Dark Caster or some magical individual who are sworn enemies from family feuds, for allusion the Hatfield and McCoy.

"Eleanor, something is not right with Edward." Ginger said, setting a bowl of popcorn on the table.

"Maybe he is bipolar?" I suggested.

"Maybe, but how did he get to us so fast?" she said.

"I don't know," I said. "We saw him talking to his family. Maybe he was walking towards us when we weren't looking at them. We did have our backs turn."

"But I saw him stop the van!" she complained.

"Ginger . . . have you might consider you did bang your head?" I asked concerned. "I did use my powers to slow it down. Maybe in the heat of the moment Edward had his arms out to block it?"

"But it doesn't explain the large dent on Tyler's van." She pointed out.

True, my ability of telekinesis couldn't leave dents or the damage inflicted on the vehicle.

But it's irrational to assume Edward Cullen to be supernatural. There is no magical aura around him, so he is no warlock. The only other supernatural creature I came cross is Succubus and Incubus who have supernatural speed and strength, except the Cullen and Hale show no sign of being demons. Since their tongues are not serpent, nails like talons, and physical features sunken. If they were there would be gossip in who is sleeping with whom; for Succubus and Incubus are nymphomaniac with a side helping of dreams. They feast on the pleasure aura and dreams, anything connected to energy. Grandfather made a joke calling them Energy Vampires.

"Look, I think it is best you try to stay away from them." I told Ginger. "I'm not trying to be mean, or all pureblood, or anything, but he and his family are dangerous. I can feel it in my bones."

"I know, but I can't help it." She sighed taking a seat. "He fascinates me."

"Curiosity is the lust of the mind," I quoted Thomas Hobbes.

Ginger sighed munching on the popcorn.

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