Chapter II
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Setting: Nick's Math Class
". . .If I told you once I told you a thousand times Zimmerman. An integral is a means of calculating the area under the curve."
"Look Mrs. K. That is such a waste of time. There is only one way of using that in real life: for trying to figure out a girl's bra size. . ."
Amidst the laughter and the blushes in calculus, Nick felt very isolated. He felt that the joke wasn't funny. It was moments like this that reminded him of how cold and empty he was inside. The amount of emotion around him seemed to scream a contrast with his empty heart. His attention wandered to the window beside him. He felt better after looking at the falling snow. New England looks like a shaken snow globe, and it makes a pretty picture. If Mother Nature can pull off the ice princess act so well, then perhaps being emotionally frigid is not so bad.
The teacher continued with her lecture, and Nick forced himself to concentrate on the new material. Without sacrificing attention span, he mulled over recent changes in his life.
He had surprised himself with his newfound dedication to studying. Over the past couple of months he was confronted with the fact that his parents were not failures, they were unsung heroes. Discovering that was very profound for him; he realized he had actively jeopardized his own grades and chances simply because he was angry with his parents for abandoning him. It was humbling to realize that they were the good people they turned out to be. His entire outlook on life changed. He is now going to make something of himself, perhaps an automotive engineer. He had always loved cars. Unfortunately, engineering needs higher math, therefore the calculus class.
Money for college will not be a problem, he thought, which took a load off his shoulders. He took care of his finances last month. The method will probably not be approved of by his crazy coven of witches, but who cares. He was looking forward to finding out how they take the news at the next meeting.
Thinking upon his new feelings of purpose cheered him more than even the view outside. But to some degree Nick must have been fooling himself.
His teacher paused took look over the students in mid-sentence. The usual circle of girls was staring at Nick askance but for once Nick was something more than an impassive pretty boy with brown hair. There was an inwardly dreamy yet unhappy look in Nick's mahogany eyes. With a burst of inspiration she recognized that it was a look longing for romance, or whatever passes for the male equivalent these days and she chuckled aloud.
She hadn't thought about being a teenager for so long and because Nick reminded her of her own teen years, she felt a weight being lifted off of her. When the class stopped to stare at her, she realized that for the first time in teaching, she was having fun.
*** .Meanwhile on planet Earth, Nick still seems to be dead, thought Deborah. Nick had to be lost in his own world. Who can sit still when the two biggest pieces of gossip post-Cassie hit the school? Deborah sat fuming at her quiet cousin, the stupidly quiet Nick.
Unhappily Nick had no idea she was pissed because her glare could only connect to the top of his brown-haired head. After a while, she started twirling her own curly brown hair. Nothing better to do if she couldn't be sure that she could choke him without enjoying herself too much and actually murdering him.
Then the rest of the coven or The Club started streaming into the room. Sean and his short self skulked in first, followed by a streak of long brown hair named Laurel. Next came in Suzan and the blond Henderson twins who seem to be fighting over a paper bag of food. Deborah rolled her eyes: the twins were probably using the wrestling match as an excuse to oogle Suzan's bouncy chest. Melanie brought up the rear with a stack of textbooks.
General mindless conversation ensued: Everyone seemed to be avoiding the juicy talk about Faye and Diana, probably out of fear of what Faye might do if Faye came in and took things the wrong way. Yep, Faye is wicked, Faye is mean. Nice qualities, Deborah thought.
Everyone was also smart enough to avoid talking about Diana. Faye did not like being upstaged by her cousin. Sigh, thought Deborah, she would have to bring the topics up because no one else would. Nobody wanted to be caught talking about it when Faye walked through the door.
"So, I take it everyone knows about Faye and Diana and no one is brave enough to bring the gossip to the table."
Everyone was quiet for a moment, weighing the possibility of Faye's anger versus the temptation to talk behind her back. Chris took a Metallica cap slowly off his head, (blond hat hair is not pretty) and said," Well, it looks like Diana is hitting it off with an outsider. What happens if Diana marries him?.I mean a child of a witch and an outsider would have to be a freak."
"Chris," said Melanie as if talking to an idiot, "lots of witches have intermarried with humans. The whole concept of seven girls and five guys in a coven forces at least two of the girls to marry normal humans if they want families."
"Oh yeah? But what about the kid's powers? Having the powers of half a witch is better than none, but then that is diluting witch power. That should be wrong."
"Doug, power depends on your family, not from how many of your parents are witches. Besides, your own grandfather was an outsider." Melanie looked slightly out of character, a little smug.
Doug and Chris started shouting over each other to make Melanie take back her words. When the twins ran out of steam, Sean made a mistake and opened his mouth.
"I must be psychic. . . I must. Remember that time that Faye used to walk around with a Playgirl?"
"Look Sean. That was millions of years ago in junior high. Second of all the reason she brought those damn magazines into school was to compare those men to us, to humiliate us. It's not something I'd rather remember. . ," said Doug. This was followed by sighs from both twins and giggles from the girls.
Stubbornly Sean continued," What I wanted to say was that she was particularly obsessed with this guy in a fireman's get up--"
"What of it? From what I remember the guy was worth fantasizing over, unlike some unnamed pervert." More giggles came from the girls.
"Before I was rudely interrupted by Suzan, I was going to say that I said at the time that it would be very likely that since she has such a weakness for firemen that she would likely be brought down low by one someday.and I was right."
Melanie decided she better say something before this silly and contorted conversation could give her a headache. "Not that I want to know, but out of fairness how exactly is the Faye incident and her past interest in buff firemen connected?"
"Faye's fire was put out by a male witch. Firemen put out fires. Ergo I am officially a psychic." Groans and general murmurings of "whatever" were made, but in a good-natured manner. They all respected Sean in what most likely is at least a small way.
After a lull in the conversation, Laurel pointed out," The big deal is not whether there is someone better at being the center of attention than dear Faye but rather what do we do about an unknown witch?"
The conversation continued from here and it was pretty loud and disorderly, but Deborah was not in the mood to pay attention anymore. Its not like one young witch can threaten an entire circle. Deborah did not feel at all threatened.
Deborah knew that her cousin is in the middle of sorting out his life, but she thought of herself as his sister and sisters want to see their brother's happy in love, right? It's not like Nick doesn't get female attention; even teachers check him out every now and then. If only he would get himself a stable girlfriend, then she wouldn't be so uneasy.
Which of course lead to thoughts like why doesn't Deborah go find herself a guy? Then one look around the room gave her the perverted Henderson twins and scrawny little Sean. Well, not so scrawny, he might be working out some, but still not appealing enough.
Enough, Deborah thought. First find a girl for Nick, then a guy for herself. Deborah was about to start being part of the conversation again when Nick made a rare comment.
"Well, I don't know about you guys but I don't feel like hunting down my own date for the next homecoming. I'm putting myself on the dating auction block."
"Wow, that's brave of you. Doug, how much money do you think I could make I volunteered my own heavenly body for the auction?"
Doug proceeded to throw some salad at his twin Chris and said, "I could make much more money than you loser." Laurel and Suzan didn't seem to hear the twins and were trying to make eye contact with Nick.
Deborah decided with a burst of determination to find Nick's dream girl by the day of the auction. After all, how hard can it be when about half the school was in love with him? ***
January 10th 2003. Diana woke up surrounded by a scene worthy of Mount Olympus. Diana, Aphrodite, the Muses and the others all smiled down on her. Her carefully inked pictures of the goddesses filled her with a warmth that she enjoyed.
While brushing her teeth she pondered over why she was so hung over with the new guy Emmeth. He has golden hazel eyes that smiled at her in almost the same way Faye did when they were best friends. Kind of an incestuous crazy thought, but that extra bit of familiarity made him more comfortable to be with. Otherwise all those times during the past couple of days that he flirted, played with her hair and gave her hot smiles would have been a bit too intense for her.
When she was done with her shower, she settled with breakfast in the kitchen and opened the Mead Book of Shadows to the place she last read. "The Advantages and Disadvantages when Practicing Witchcrafte when under the Influence of the Soulmate Principle", was the title of the next section. Something to discuss with the circle at the next meeting tomorrow. Along with the discussion about the new freshman witch. She marked the page.
When she heard a horn honk, she looked out the window and saw Emmeth's car. She left the house and approached the black BMW. Not that she needed guys with money, but the entrance Emmeth made was impressive. When the car door opened she hugged him hello. While he was murmuring a "hello, sexy" in her ear, she saw someone sitting in the backseat. A brown haired teenager with an intense stare.
"Oh, Diana, meet my younger brother Richard. . ." ***
To Breathless Kisses: Thanks for waiting and tell me what you think of this chapter: Also, can you send me the titles of the stories you wrote?
To Everyone else: Enjoy and R&R (Happy holidays or relaxation time:)
Setting: Nick's Math Class
". . .If I told you once I told you a thousand times Zimmerman. An integral is a means of calculating the area under the curve."
"Look Mrs. K. That is such a waste of time. There is only one way of using that in real life: for trying to figure out a girl's bra size. . ."
Amidst the laughter and the blushes in calculus, Nick felt very isolated. He felt that the joke wasn't funny. It was moments like this that reminded him of how cold and empty he was inside. The amount of emotion around him seemed to scream a contrast with his empty heart. His attention wandered to the window beside him. He felt better after looking at the falling snow. New England looks like a shaken snow globe, and it makes a pretty picture. If Mother Nature can pull off the ice princess act so well, then perhaps being emotionally frigid is not so bad.
The teacher continued with her lecture, and Nick forced himself to concentrate on the new material. Without sacrificing attention span, he mulled over recent changes in his life.
He had surprised himself with his newfound dedication to studying. Over the past couple of months he was confronted with the fact that his parents were not failures, they were unsung heroes. Discovering that was very profound for him; he realized he had actively jeopardized his own grades and chances simply because he was angry with his parents for abandoning him. It was humbling to realize that they were the good people they turned out to be. His entire outlook on life changed. He is now going to make something of himself, perhaps an automotive engineer. He had always loved cars. Unfortunately, engineering needs higher math, therefore the calculus class.
Money for college will not be a problem, he thought, which took a load off his shoulders. He took care of his finances last month. The method will probably not be approved of by his crazy coven of witches, but who cares. He was looking forward to finding out how they take the news at the next meeting.
Thinking upon his new feelings of purpose cheered him more than even the view outside. But to some degree Nick must have been fooling himself.
His teacher paused took look over the students in mid-sentence. The usual circle of girls was staring at Nick askance but for once Nick was something more than an impassive pretty boy with brown hair. There was an inwardly dreamy yet unhappy look in Nick's mahogany eyes. With a burst of inspiration she recognized that it was a look longing for romance, or whatever passes for the male equivalent these days and she chuckled aloud.
She hadn't thought about being a teenager for so long and because Nick reminded her of her own teen years, she felt a weight being lifted off of her. When the class stopped to stare at her, she realized that for the first time in teaching, she was having fun.
*** .Meanwhile on planet Earth, Nick still seems to be dead, thought Deborah. Nick had to be lost in his own world. Who can sit still when the two biggest pieces of gossip post-Cassie hit the school? Deborah sat fuming at her quiet cousin, the stupidly quiet Nick.
Unhappily Nick had no idea she was pissed because her glare could only connect to the top of his brown-haired head. After a while, she started twirling her own curly brown hair. Nothing better to do if she couldn't be sure that she could choke him without enjoying herself too much and actually murdering him.
Then the rest of the coven or The Club started streaming into the room. Sean and his short self skulked in first, followed by a streak of long brown hair named Laurel. Next came in Suzan and the blond Henderson twins who seem to be fighting over a paper bag of food. Deborah rolled her eyes: the twins were probably using the wrestling match as an excuse to oogle Suzan's bouncy chest. Melanie brought up the rear with a stack of textbooks.
General mindless conversation ensued: Everyone seemed to be avoiding the juicy talk about Faye and Diana, probably out of fear of what Faye might do if Faye came in and took things the wrong way. Yep, Faye is wicked, Faye is mean. Nice qualities, Deborah thought.
Everyone was also smart enough to avoid talking about Diana. Faye did not like being upstaged by her cousin. Sigh, thought Deborah, she would have to bring the topics up because no one else would. Nobody wanted to be caught talking about it when Faye walked through the door.
"So, I take it everyone knows about Faye and Diana and no one is brave enough to bring the gossip to the table."
Everyone was quiet for a moment, weighing the possibility of Faye's anger versus the temptation to talk behind her back. Chris took a Metallica cap slowly off his head, (blond hat hair is not pretty) and said," Well, it looks like Diana is hitting it off with an outsider. What happens if Diana marries him?.I mean a child of a witch and an outsider would have to be a freak."
"Chris," said Melanie as if talking to an idiot, "lots of witches have intermarried with humans. The whole concept of seven girls and five guys in a coven forces at least two of the girls to marry normal humans if they want families."
"Oh yeah? But what about the kid's powers? Having the powers of half a witch is better than none, but then that is diluting witch power. That should be wrong."
"Doug, power depends on your family, not from how many of your parents are witches. Besides, your own grandfather was an outsider." Melanie looked slightly out of character, a little smug.
Doug and Chris started shouting over each other to make Melanie take back her words. When the twins ran out of steam, Sean made a mistake and opened his mouth.
"I must be psychic. . . I must. Remember that time that Faye used to walk around with a Playgirl?"
"Look Sean. That was millions of years ago in junior high. Second of all the reason she brought those damn magazines into school was to compare those men to us, to humiliate us. It's not something I'd rather remember. . ," said Doug. This was followed by sighs from both twins and giggles from the girls.
Stubbornly Sean continued," What I wanted to say was that she was particularly obsessed with this guy in a fireman's get up--"
"What of it? From what I remember the guy was worth fantasizing over, unlike some unnamed pervert." More giggles came from the girls.
"Before I was rudely interrupted by Suzan, I was going to say that I said at the time that it would be very likely that since she has such a weakness for firemen that she would likely be brought down low by one someday.and I was right."
Melanie decided she better say something before this silly and contorted conversation could give her a headache. "Not that I want to know, but out of fairness how exactly is the Faye incident and her past interest in buff firemen connected?"
"Faye's fire was put out by a male witch. Firemen put out fires. Ergo I am officially a psychic." Groans and general murmurings of "whatever" were made, but in a good-natured manner. They all respected Sean in what most likely is at least a small way.
After a lull in the conversation, Laurel pointed out," The big deal is not whether there is someone better at being the center of attention than dear Faye but rather what do we do about an unknown witch?"
The conversation continued from here and it was pretty loud and disorderly, but Deborah was not in the mood to pay attention anymore. Its not like one young witch can threaten an entire circle. Deborah did not feel at all threatened.
Deborah knew that her cousin is in the middle of sorting out his life, but she thought of herself as his sister and sisters want to see their brother's happy in love, right? It's not like Nick doesn't get female attention; even teachers check him out every now and then. If only he would get himself a stable girlfriend, then she wouldn't be so uneasy.
Which of course lead to thoughts like why doesn't Deborah go find herself a guy? Then one look around the room gave her the perverted Henderson twins and scrawny little Sean. Well, not so scrawny, he might be working out some, but still not appealing enough.
Enough, Deborah thought. First find a girl for Nick, then a guy for herself. Deborah was about to start being part of the conversation again when Nick made a rare comment.
"Well, I don't know about you guys but I don't feel like hunting down my own date for the next homecoming. I'm putting myself on the dating auction block."
"Wow, that's brave of you. Doug, how much money do you think I could make I volunteered my own heavenly body for the auction?"
Doug proceeded to throw some salad at his twin Chris and said, "I could make much more money than you loser." Laurel and Suzan didn't seem to hear the twins and were trying to make eye contact with Nick.
Deborah decided with a burst of determination to find Nick's dream girl by the day of the auction. After all, how hard can it be when about half the school was in love with him? ***
January 10th 2003. Diana woke up surrounded by a scene worthy of Mount Olympus. Diana, Aphrodite, the Muses and the others all smiled down on her. Her carefully inked pictures of the goddesses filled her with a warmth that she enjoyed.
While brushing her teeth she pondered over why she was so hung over with the new guy Emmeth. He has golden hazel eyes that smiled at her in almost the same way Faye did when they were best friends. Kind of an incestuous crazy thought, but that extra bit of familiarity made him more comfortable to be with. Otherwise all those times during the past couple of days that he flirted, played with her hair and gave her hot smiles would have been a bit too intense for her.
When she was done with her shower, she settled with breakfast in the kitchen and opened the Mead Book of Shadows to the place she last read. "The Advantages and Disadvantages when Practicing Witchcrafte when under the Influence of the Soulmate Principle", was the title of the next section. Something to discuss with the circle at the next meeting tomorrow. Along with the discussion about the new freshman witch. She marked the page.
When she heard a horn honk, she looked out the window and saw Emmeth's car. She left the house and approached the black BMW. Not that she needed guys with money, but the entrance Emmeth made was impressive. When the car door opened she hugged him hello. While he was murmuring a "hello, sexy" in her ear, she saw someone sitting in the backseat. A brown haired teenager with an intense stare.
"Oh, Diana, meet my younger brother Richard. . ." ***