Psyche stood in front of the mirror, perusing her appearance. She wore very
little makeup, eyeliner and mascara to outline her eyes, and dark lipstick
to both mute and fill her lips out. She ran a brush briefly through her
hair, pulled on a jean button up skirt, dark t-shirt, and boots. She
pouted slightly. Marcus was hanging around her a lot lately, which kept the
other guys away, and if he wasn't going to ask her out already, what was
the point? At least her incessant flirting was getting to him. If he didn't
go crazy first, it might finally drive him to ask her out.
She opened her door and Marc nearly fell over.
"I just wanted to walk you to class. If that's ok."
Psyche shrugged uninterestedly. "Sure, I guess."
Marcus didn't pay much attention to the one or two other guys who just happened to 'bump into them' on the way to class. Frustrated, she seemed to completely ignore him in class, but she kept doing little things designed to make him look at her. Chewing on the end of her pencil, fiddling with her hair, biting her lip.
As they walked towards the dining room after class, Psyche could tell she was finally getting to him. Although his face looked impassive, a little muscle in the corner of his mouth was twitching. Pete, one of the guys who had been hanging around her since she came back this fall, came up to them.
"So, P, when are we gonna go out? Give me a call, alright?"
Psyche smiled and gave a little shrug. "I might. Then again, who knows?"
Pete bumped her shoulder. "You're the psychic one."
She laughed. "See you later."
"Adios."
Psyche smiled and gave a little sigh. All of a sudden Marcus pulled her into an empty classroom next to them and stood in front of her, his hands on the wall on either side of her.
"Just- just stop it, ok?! Why are you flirting with them when they never gave a hang about you before? You shouldn't be going out with them, anyway!"
Psyche glared up at him, eyes flashing. "And just why shouldn't I be going out with them?" Her voice was cold and smooth-sounding.
Marcus closed his eyes briefly and gave a little shudder, as if to shrug it off. "Well- You shouldn't- Oh, just because, all right?"
She repeated his last two words very slowly. "Just because? Why should I listen to you when your answer is something as silly-" Her words were cut off abruptly as Marc's mouth covered hers. His hands moved down from the wall, one to the small of her back, and the other to the side of her waist, pulling her closer to him. She gave a slight squeak, but moved forward, her hands going up to his shoulders.
They jerked apart suddenly as the bell for lunch rang. Psyche ran out of the room quickly, muttering some excuse, and ran to her room for the lunch hour. When she finally got there, she was shaking. She slid against the door. She had never felt so electrified. Was this the way other people felt when they kissed someone for the first time, or was it only her who felt that way? And it wasn't just electricity running through her. Some other feeling, of warmth, almost ecstatic happiness and trust had run through her. The oddest feeling of... familiarity. That was not at all something she had expected to feel. As if this wasn't the first time she had kissed him, but the millionth.
Psyche sat down on her bed, idly turning the pages of one of her potions books, making a feeble attempt at calming herself down. Her eye caught something briefly. A SPELL FOR FINDING ONE'S SELF
Well, she could certainly use that right now. She scanned the ingredients. Most were ones that she had stored in her room, and the others were easily substitutable. She might as well perform it right now.
A few minutes later, she said the spell over her little cauldron and dropped the paper in.
FLASH! She was standing in a dark room, holding a candle in her hand. It felt like someone else was in control of her body, someone whose feelings were giving her the weirdest sense of déjà vu. She looked down at her clothes. She was wearing some sort of Greek robe. The person whose body she was sharing was feeling a lot of trepidation right now.
She looked around the room and caught her breath. Someone was laying on the bed in front of her. She couldn't see their face, but desperately wanted to. Maybe this was how she was supposed to find her inner self. But what if her inner self was a monster? What if she was horribly ugly, or half beautiful and half disfigured, signifying her parentage? But how would she ever know if she didn't look...
Slowly, she raised the candle.
Catching sight of the person's face, she gasped in shock.
Author's Note I finally understand the allure of cliffhangers. But only when I know what's going to happen next. Just as a personal opinion, I am addicted to boots. So if Psyche wears a lot of them, that's why. Read on soon! Luv, The Avenging Angyl
She opened her door and Marc nearly fell over.
"I just wanted to walk you to class. If that's ok."
Psyche shrugged uninterestedly. "Sure, I guess."
Marcus didn't pay much attention to the one or two other guys who just happened to 'bump into them' on the way to class. Frustrated, she seemed to completely ignore him in class, but she kept doing little things designed to make him look at her. Chewing on the end of her pencil, fiddling with her hair, biting her lip.
As they walked towards the dining room after class, Psyche could tell she was finally getting to him. Although his face looked impassive, a little muscle in the corner of his mouth was twitching. Pete, one of the guys who had been hanging around her since she came back this fall, came up to them.
"So, P, when are we gonna go out? Give me a call, alright?"
Psyche smiled and gave a little shrug. "I might. Then again, who knows?"
Pete bumped her shoulder. "You're the psychic one."
She laughed. "See you later."
"Adios."
Psyche smiled and gave a little sigh. All of a sudden Marcus pulled her into an empty classroom next to them and stood in front of her, his hands on the wall on either side of her.
"Just- just stop it, ok?! Why are you flirting with them when they never gave a hang about you before? You shouldn't be going out with them, anyway!"
Psyche glared up at him, eyes flashing. "And just why shouldn't I be going out with them?" Her voice was cold and smooth-sounding.
Marcus closed his eyes briefly and gave a little shudder, as if to shrug it off. "Well- You shouldn't- Oh, just because, all right?"
She repeated his last two words very slowly. "Just because? Why should I listen to you when your answer is something as silly-" Her words were cut off abruptly as Marc's mouth covered hers. His hands moved down from the wall, one to the small of her back, and the other to the side of her waist, pulling her closer to him. She gave a slight squeak, but moved forward, her hands going up to his shoulders.
They jerked apart suddenly as the bell for lunch rang. Psyche ran out of the room quickly, muttering some excuse, and ran to her room for the lunch hour. When she finally got there, she was shaking. She slid against the door. She had never felt so electrified. Was this the way other people felt when they kissed someone for the first time, or was it only her who felt that way? And it wasn't just electricity running through her. Some other feeling, of warmth, almost ecstatic happiness and trust had run through her. The oddest feeling of... familiarity. That was not at all something she had expected to feel. As if this wasn't the first time she had kissed him, but the millionth.
Psyche sat down on her bed, idly turning the pages of one of her potions books, making a feeble attempt at calming herself down. Her eye caught something briefly. A SPELL FOR FINDING ONE'S SELF
Well, she could certainly use that right now. She scanned the ingredients. Most were ones that she had stored in her room, and the others were easily substitutable. She might as well perform it right now.
A few minutes later, she said the spell over her little cauldron and dropped the paper in.
FLASH! She was standing in a dark room, holding a candle in her hand. It felt like someone else was in control of her body, someone whose feelings were giving her the weirdest sense of déjà vu. She looked down at her clothes. She was wearing some sort of Greek robe. The person whose body she was sharing was feeling a lot of trepidation right now.
She looked around the room and caught her breath. Someone was laying on the bed in front of her. She couldn't see their face, but desperately wanted to. Maybe this was how she was supposed to find her inner self. But what if her inner self was a monster? What if she was horribly ugly, or half beautiful and half disfigured, signifying her parentage? But how would she ever know if she didn't look...
Slowly, she raised the candle.
Catching sight of the person's face, she gasped in shock.
Author's Note I finally understand the allure of cliffhangers. But only when I know what's going to happen next. Just as a personal opinion, I am addicted to boots. So if Psyche wears a lot of them, that's why. Read on soon! Luv, The Avenging Angyl