A/N: Hello again dear readers! Sorry to have kept you all waiting again, but at least it wasn't a year this time, right? Hope you're all still around!

So, I have chosen the girl who will be with Reid, I have described her a bit in my profile as with the other two, and you'll get to meet Aimee (the character) in person very soon so that should be fun!

This chapter will also be a bit short, and a bit depressing, but hey, we can't have a perfectly happy romance story with no problems, that would just be boring!

Well, hope you guys all enjoy this chapter! Can't wait to read the reviews!

~Bitch Goddess

Chapter 12: What Hurts the Most

Charlotte sat in the darkness of her room, curled into a corner of the room with only a flickering candle beside her and her snake familiar, Leviathan, wrapped around her shoulders with his head nestled in her hair. She sensed his concern for her, but couldn't bring herself to say or do anything to comfort her familiar. She reached out and slid her fingers through the flame, staring into it, seeing the events of the night before in it, hearing Pogue's voice echoing in her mind. She tilted her head back against the wall, her hand falling to her side, and fresh tears streaming down her face. She looked up into her vanity mirror, hoping a vision would present itself there, something to help her deal with the pain.

"Tell me what to do." She pleaded with the mirror, calling on her scying ability to help her.

The only thing she saw was herself, sitting in the dark, hair stringy and lifeless from the rain, face blotchy and eyes red from crying. Leviathan slithered up out of her hair and looked at her in the mirror with his black snake eyes, sending waves of comfort to her.

She sighed heavily. "I don't know what to do." She whispered to the snake, reaching up so he could wrap himself around her arm.

"Charlotte!" Sarah's voice rang out from the hallway, filled with excitement. "Charlotte!" Sarah appeared in the doorway, a huge smile plastered on her face.

Charlotte pulled her legs in closer, hoping she'd simply melt into the wall.

"Char?" Sarah felt her way along the wall and flipped the switch, flooding light into the room. She looked around, confused for a moment before she spotted Charlotte and let out a squeal. "Charlotte! You'll never guess- Ew. What is that?" she stopped suddenly and pointed at Leviathan, whose head Charlotte was stroking.

"A snake. Albino python to be specific." Charlotte replied in an empty voice.

"OK, that's kind of gross." Sarah said, before shaking her head and the smile returning to her face. "You'll never guess what happened last night!" she jumped on the bed and held a pillow to her chest.

Charlotte looked at Sarah and attempted a curious look. "What?" she asked, still stroking Leviathan's head.

Sarah let out a girlish giggle. "Me and Caleb did it!" she yelled, giggling again and holding her hands to her chest.

"Really?" Charlotte asked, genuinely happy for the couple, reveling in the feel of anything but pain.

"Yea!" Sarah said. "And then," she paused, looking as if she were about to burst. "He proposed!" she said, sticking out her left hand to show the plain black band Caleb normally wore.

Charlotte gulped as a fresh onslaught of tears threatened to spill. "Wow. That's…that's amazing." She sniffed loudly. "Um, w-when?" she asked, fighting the tears with all her might.

Sarah gave a short laugh. "Oh not for a long time!" she waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "College at least, but he said he wanted a ring on my finger," She giggled again. "So that everyone would know whose woman I am. As if everyone doesn't already know." She pulled the pillow up to cover part of her face while she giggled again.

Charlotte tried hard to swallow past the lump in her throat. "Wow, Sarah. That's…I'm really happy for you." She said with a smile that she knew quivered.

Suddenly Sarah wasn't giggling anymore, and a concerned look covered her face. "What's wrong?" she asked, jumping off the bed and sitting next to Charlotte, careful to stay on the opposite side of the snake.

Charlotte simply shook her head and made kissing motions at Leviathan, who moved up to nuzzle her cheek.

"You and Pogue get into another fight?" Sarah asked, reaching a comforting arm around Charlotte shoulders.

Charlotte scoffed. "You could say that." Her lip began to tremble again and more tears blurred her vision.

Sarah made a "Psh" noise and waved her hand. "Well, you guys will get over it." She said confidently.

Charlotte shook her said as tears began to spill over. "I don't think so, Sarah." She looked up at the blonde as more tears fell. "I don't think we're going to come back from this one." She began to sob, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

Sarah's smile fell from her face. "What happened?" she asked, her voice panicked.

Charlotte sniffed loudly for a few moments before she lifted her head and leaned it against the wall. She let out a humorless laugh. "Well, I guess there's no harm in telling you…you already know." She mumbled.

"Huh?" Sarah asked, confusion on her face.

Charlotte shrugged. "I'm a witch, Sarah."

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "A…witch." She repeated, as though trying the word on.

"Yea, a witch." Charlotte raised her head, and indicated Leviathan. "Meet Leviathan, my familiar."

"Um…" Sarah said, before facing the opposite wall and screwing up her face in confusion. "So you have…powers too? Just like Caleb and them?" she asked, looking back at Charlotte.

"Well, not exactly like them. But yes, I do have powers." Charlotte replied, more tears falling down her face.

Sarah paused for a second and then scoffed. "Why does everyone get magic except me?" she asked, throwing a hand in the air in frustration.

Charlotte couldn't help but laugh at her friend.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Sarah obviously trying to process this new information, Charlotte going back to stroking Leviathan's smooth skin.

"So…you and Pogue fought about you being a witch?" Sarah asked.

"Not exactly." Charlotte replied, wiping her face as more tears fell.

Sarah paused again, and then realization shone on her face. "You fought because Pogue has powers." She said.

"Bingo." Charlotte said, her shoulders shaking again. "I asked him a while ago about the 'Sons of Ipswich', who they were, and he blatantly lied to me. My coven in New Orleans had spoken of them, when I came here I thought they would be good friends to have." She paused again, trying vainly to wipe the tears from her face. "He lied. I can't handle lying."

Sarah gave Charlotte a comforting hug and attempted a smile. "You guys will work it out. I know it. You love each other."

"I don't think love is gonna conquer all this time. I…We said stuff that…" Charlotte couldn't finish and she brought Leviathan close to her chest so she could hug him.

"Like…" Sarah prompted, anxious to know if her friends' relationship could be repaired.

"I told him that night…making love…was a mistake." Charlotte choked out before she began sobbing uncontrollably again.

Sarah felt helpless against her friends sorrow, unable to find words to quell her tears, she simply put her head down on Charlotte's and held onto the girl as she cried.

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Caleb kept his shoulders hunched and his head down as he walked towards Pogue's room, not wanting anyone to delay him going to his best friends room. He had news to share with his friend; the boy had been pestering him about Sarah for a month. Moreover, Caleb could sense something was up Pogue, and Caleb knew Pogue well enough to know he would never go to anyone for help. He didn't even bother to knock when he reached the dorm room.

"OK, you can quit hassling me asshole." He said as he walked into the room.

Pogue looked up from his comforter at which he'd been staring to give Caleb a blank look. "Finally put a ring on her finger." He confirmed.

Caleb stopped immediately, sensing the anger simmering just below Pogue's surface. "So…your night didn't go so hot."

"You could say that." Pogue said, slowly standing.

Caleb raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"You knew." Pogue said, walking toward Caleb, his eyes black as obsidian. "You knew, and you didn't say shit!"

Caleb put his hands up in mock surrender. "She asked me to, man. She asked me to keep quiet." He said, looking into Pogue's eyes so he could see the truth.

Pogue continued to glare for another minute before it seemed like all the air went out of him and he sat down hard on the edge of the bed. "We broke up." He mumbled.

Caleb sighed in relief that all the anger had gone from his friend, but it was quickly followed by frustration. He walked forward and sat beside Pogue before putting his hand on the boys shoulder in support.

"I feel like I can't breathe right." Pogue said in a deadpan voice.

Caleb cringed at the thought of loosing Sarah and couldn't blame Pogue, just the thought made his chest seize up. "I'm sorry." He said in a quiet tone, squeezing Pogue's shoulder.

Pogue simply buried his face in his hands and expelled a huge breath.

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Monday morning Charlotte leaned heavily on Sarah as they walked towards English Lit, the first time she'd see Pogue since that night. Already she was having trouble breathing and she could feel tears burning the backs of her eyes.

"It's not human to hurt this much." She muttered to Sarah.

Before they even got to the class, they spotted Pogue and Caleb standing against a wall, whispering. It was almost a comfort to see that he looked as crappy as she did, but when he looked over his shoulder as though he sensed her presence and looked at her with dull eyes that held only pain and anger she couldn't handle it.

"I'm going to the infirmary." She choked out before turning and nearly running down the hallway.

Pogue felt as if he had steel bands wrapped around his chest as he watched Charlotte literally run away from him.

"I feel like I'm dying." He whispered to Caleb before he walked away from him towards the classroom.

Before he turned the corner, he looked over his shoulder and saw Caleb holding Sarah against him, obviously trying to comfort her. His own tears threatened to fall as he turned his head and continued down the hallway.

A/N: Ok, depressing I know, but it will get better soon, I promise.

For anyone who doesn't know, scying is using a tool like a mirror, fire, or the typical crystal ball to see visions of the past, present, and future. It is a skill all my witches will have.

Can't wait to read all your guys reviews! I'll try to update soon!

~Bitch Goddess