Disclaimer: I don't own any of the IAHB characters, thank you very much. So don't sue me. However, I do own Kittie and my little court people! So back off.
A/N: Pleeeeeeeeze R&R.
Mind Games: Chapter 1
Kittie's Secret
Sixteen-year-old Jamie Waite made his way down the crowded hallway of Kingsport High School, his bag over his shoulder and his leather jacket open, revealing a Linkin Park band tee. As usual, no one noticed him. Jamie liked it that way. He made his way to his locker and entered the combination. 842-45-3. No luck. He tried again. Still, the lock refused to budge. Jamie could feel his frustration grow. First, falling off the bus. Then, tripping into a bush. And now, the friggen lock wouldn't open!
"Damn it!" He punched his locker.
A blonde-haired girl around Jamie's age walks up. The first thing he noticed was the necklace placed around her neck. It was a choker, velvet black strap with a large green stone hanging from the front. It was beautiful, but strange. It glowed, like the stone itself was alive. It seemed to talk to him. There was definitely something weird about it.
"Not that I don't enjoy watching you suffer, but...ya need some help with that?" She asked, a devilish smile creeping to her lips.
"Um...no, I don't. It'll open...eventually." He said this mostly to himself. But she overheard.
"What's the combination?" The girl grabbed the lock, ready for the numbers.
"842...45...3." He watched the lock give loose and his locker swing open. "I told you it would've opened eventually."
The girl smiled. It was contagious. Jamie smiled back.
"You're new here." He sure didn't recognize her.
"Yes. The name's Kaitlin. People call me Kittie." She holds her hand out.
Jamie shook her hand and smiled. "Jamie." He gathers his books, closes his locker, and walks away.
At lunch, Jamie sits at his normal table, across from his best friend Caitie.
"So...who was the girl I saw you with this morning?" Caitie asks, with a teasing tone of voice.
"Who, Kittie? I don't know, some new girl. She opened my locker." Jamie stuffs a fry into his mouth just as Kittie sat down next to Caitie.
"You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" She smiles at Jamie.
Caitie rolled her eyes. This girl is pathetic, she thought. Caitie took her time to look over Kittie. She wasn't Jamie's style, which was good. Kittie was... a skater. At least that's how Caitie put it. Baggy pants, a Blink 182 T-shirt that was two sizes too big.
"I don't mind." Jamie shrugged. "Do you?" Jamie looked at Caitie.
"Oh, why would I mind when I was just about to leave anyway?" Caitie took a sip from her Cola can and threw it into the trashcan.
"You don't have to leave." Kittie stood.
"No, I have things to do. Like...detention. See you." And Caitie walked away.
Kittie looked to Jamie. He was so cute. She obsessed over those spikes and damn, did he have great lips.
"So..." She looked at the table.
"So." Jamie replied. "Where'd you get that necklace?"
"Oh, this old thing?" She held the stone between her fingers. "It was a gift from an old woman I met. She was weird, lived all alone in the middle of the woods. Where I come from, everyone thought she was a witch."
"Was she?" Jamie took a sip from his Root Beer.
Kittie laughed to herself. "She wishes. Couldn't get a spell right to save her life. Like this one time, I was being picked on...and I asked her to make the kid sick. Well, he actually turned into a frog."
Jamie rolled his eyes and laughed. "You expect me to believe that?"
"You don't?" She smiled to herself.
"What? Don't tell me that necklace came with... 'Magic powers'." The air quotes were a bit much. Kittie grew angry.
"Actually, they kind of did."
"Kind of?"
"Well, everyone possesses their own power. This necklace was gift to help me find mine."
"And did you?" Jamie leaned closer to Kittie, his arms folded across the table.
"Yes, I did."
"What is it?"
"Well, there are different types of power. Or should I say...different ways to use them. For good and for evil. I use mine for good. I'm telekinetic."
Jamie laughed. It wasn't a sweet laugh anymore. He was hysterical. He swore she was making this up.
"You mean..." He stopped to catch his breath. "You can move things with your mind?"
"And read minds."
He got serious. "Than what am I thinking right now?" He closed his eyes tight, obviously concentrating on a single thought.
Kittie laughed. Three teenagers walked up.
"Man, Jamie. The bathroom is that way." The one boy pointed toward a blue door that read 'Gentlemen's'.
Jamie looked up, surprised. "No, guys...I-"
"He was concentrating on a thought." Kittie pointed out, trying not to laugh.
The girl laughed. "Sure, he was. Anyway, Jamie...you coming to the Halloween party tonight at the station?"
"I'm on call."
"Oh...well then. I guess we'll see you there."
"Can I bring a friend?"
"It wouldn't happen to be her, would it?" The dark skinned boy smiled, pointing toward Kittie.
"Yes. Yes, it would. Guys, this is Kittie... Kittie, meet my friends Tyler, Val, and Hank."
"Hey." Kittie smiled and slightly waved her hand. Tyler fell over. "Oops!"
Hank helped Tyler up. Jamie turned and stared at Kittie, his mouth slightly open. "Did you do that?" He whispered.
"I didn't mean to!" She hissed back at him.
"Man, what was that about?" Hank asked, looking at Tyler weird. "You feeling alright?"
"I don't know what happened... Honestly."
Kittie and Jamie laughed.
A/N: Pleeeeeeeeze R&R.
Mind Games: Chapter 1
Kittie's Secret
Sixteen-year-old Jamie Waite made his way down the crowded hallway of Kingsport High School, his bag over his shoulder and his leather jacket open, revealing a Linkin Park band tee. As usual, no one noticed him. Jamie liked it that way. He made his way to his locker and entered the combination. 842-45-3. No luck. He tried again. Still, the lock refused to budge. Jamie could feel his frustration grow. First, falling off the bus. Then, tripping into a bush. And now, the friggen lock wouldn't open!
"Damn it!" He punched his locker.
A blonde-haired girl around Jamie's age walks up. The first thing he noticed was the necklace placed around her neck. It was a choker, velvet black strap with a large green stone hanging from the front. It was beautiful, but strange. It glowed, like the stone itself was alive. It seemed to talk to him. There was definitely something weird about it.
"Not that I don't enjoy watching you suffer, but...ya need some help with that?" She asked, a devilish smile creeping to her lips.
"Um...no, I don't. It'll open...eventually." He said this mostly to himself. But she overheard.
"What's the combination?" The girl grabbed the lock, ready for the numbers.
"842...45...3." He watched the lock give loose and his locker swing open. "I told you it would've opened eventually."
The girl smiled. It was contagious. Jamie smiled back.
"You're new here." He sure didn't recognize her.
"Yes. The name's Kaitlin. People call me Kittie." She holds her hand out.
Jamie shook her hand and smiled. "Jamie." He gathers his books, closes his locker, and walks away.
At lunch, Jamie sits at his normal table, across from his best friend Caitie.
"So...who was the girl I saw you with this morning?" Caitie asks, with a teasing tone of voice.
"Who, Kittie? I don't know, some new girl. She opened my locker." Jamie stuffs a fry into his mouth just as Kittie sat down next to Caitie.
"You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" She smiles at Jamie.
Caitie rolled her eyes. This girl is pathetic, she thought. Caitie took her time to look over Kittie. She wasn't Jamie's style, which was good. Kittie was... a skater. At least that's how Caitie put it. Baggy pants, a Blink 182 T-shirt that was two sizes too big.
"I don't mind." Jamie shrugged. "Do you?" Jamie looked at Caitie.
"Oh, why would I mind when I was just about to leave anyway?" Caitie took a sip from her Cola can and threw it into the trashcan.
"You don't have to leave." Kittie stood.
"No, I have things to do. Like...detention. See you." And Caitie walked away.
Kittie looked to Jamie. He was so cute. She obsessed over those spikes and damn, did he have great lips.
"So..." She looked at the table.
"So." Jamie replied. "Where'd you get that necklace?"
"Oh, this old thing?" She held the stone between her fingers. "It was a gift from an old woman I met. She was weird, lived all alone in the middle of the woods. Where I come from, everyone thought she was a witch."
"Was she?" Jamie took a sip from his Root Beer.
Kittie laughed to herself. "She wishes. Couldn't get a spell right to save her life. Like this one time, I was being picked on...and I asked her to make the kid sick. Well, he actually turned into a frog."
Jamie rolled his eyes and laughed. "You expect me to believe that?"
"You don't?" She smiled to herself.
"What? Don't tell me that necklace came with... 'Magic powers'." The air quotes were a bit much. Kittie grew angry.
"Actually, they kind of did."
"Kind of?"
"Well, everyone possesses their own power. This necklace was gift to help me find mine."
"And did you?" Jamie leaned closer to Kittie, his arms folded across the table.
"Yes, I did."
"What is it?"
"Well, there are different types of power. Or should I say...different ways to use them. For good and for evil. I use mine for good. I'm telekinetic."
Jamie laughed. It wasn't a sweet laugh anymore. He was hysterical. He swore she was making this up.
"You mean..." He stopped to catch his breath. "You can move things with your mind?"
"And read minds."
He got serious. "Than what am I thinking right now?" He closed his eyes tight, obviously concentrating on a single thought.
Kittie laughed. Three teenagers walked up.
"Man, Jamie. The bathroom is that way." The one boy pointed toward a blue door that read 'Gentlemen's'.
Jamie looked up, surprised. "No, guys...I-"
"He was concentrating on a thought." Kittie pointed out, trying not to laugh.
The girl laughed. "Sure, he was. Anyway, Jamie...you coming to the Halloween party tonight at the station?"
"I'm on call."
"Oh...well then. I guess we'll see you there."
"Can I bring a friend?"
"It wouldn't happen to be her, would it?" The dark skinned boy smiled, pointing toward Kittie.
"Yes. Yes, it would. Guys, this is Kittie... Kittie, meet my friends Tyler, Val, and Hank."
"Hey." Kittie smiled and slightly waved her hand. Tyler fell over. "Oops!"
Hank helped Tyler up. Jamie turned and stared at Kittie, his mouth slightly open. "Did you do that?" He whispered.
"I didn't mean to!" She hissed back at him.
"Man, what was that about?" Hank asked, looking at Tyler weird. "You feeling alright?"
"I don't know what happened... Honestly."
Kittie and Jamie laughed.
