Wicked Casters
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Chapter 12: Dress shopping
Eleanor's POV
I walked along the forest, collecting some wild mushrooms and herbs for Zelena. Sunday was crazy, as Ginger and I tried to manipulate our pyrokinesis to create fire orbs. At first, it was difficult without trying to burn our hands. But once we found the source of control through our chakra of willpower located in the stomach, things went sailing. Though it wasn't fun having your mentor do acupuncture on your midsection to release the spiritual energy.
The weather seemed wonderful, much better than Saturday as the sun showed with clear blue skies. In fact, the weather was so lovely I wore a taupe top with a gathered lace overlay, hook n' eye closure. A pair of boot-cut jeans, and combat boots with the top. And with the pendant and conduit bracelet. The time to mourn for my grandfather is over, yet I keep him close to my heart.
After gathering some wild mushrooms, I stood up, staring out into the forest. I can't quite tell, but something is out there across the borders of Zelena's property. Something is watching me. So, I pulled out my glasses since I was nearsighted, only to see a solid black mass in the distance. I debated using magic, but the atmosphere around the mass showed no threat. For some apparent reason, I feel like it's guarding me instead of hunting. Making the wise decision, I turned around and left. Behind me, there was rustling, followed by loud thuds heading west.
When I returned to the cabin, I placed the basket on the counter. I washed my hands before making a quick breakfast. Zelena left early to open her store in Port Angeles. It's odd how far her store is, but Port Angeles has a better chance to make a profit instead of Forks. Ginger waltzed in, yawning with a smile due to the pleasant weather. In fact, she wore an ivory top with a rib cage and floral design, dark skinny jeans, and converse.
"Nice top," I complimented.
"Thanks," she said, walking to the fridge to grab some juice. "It's nice to wear something that isn't wool."
I chuckled, handing her some cinnamon toast. "Well, I hope you brought clothes for the summer when we visit my family."
"I do, though they ain't Victorian or classic?" She asked.
She was referring to the Caster fashion. How casters like to dress in vintage or expensive clothing.
"Don't worry, we'll go shopping in Seattle or order stuff on the internet. Mainly dinner, do we Rivers dress up." I assured her.
Ginger nodded as we ate our breakfast before grabbing our jackets and backpacks and then headed off to school. This time I drove since my arm was doing better. Yet my wrist still bothers me now and then. Luckily, I took a pain reliever potion earlier today. So hopefully, there wouldn't be any problems other than the cast.
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The gang decided to have lunch outside. Practically all the students were outside enjoying the warm weather. Some played with a soccer ball while others sat on the picnic tables, sunbathing without their jackets. I sat at a picnic table reading a book. Ginger sat down, munching on an apple, looking for somebody while Jessica sunbathed on top of the table.
By the way Ginger is looking could only mean one thing, Edward. I guess she was hoping Edward would be an original sire vampire wearing sun jewelry since he and his brother wear those armbands with the Cullen crest on them. Unfortunately, he is not here, and therefore it means two things: he doesn't have charm protection jewelry, or he is a Cold One. Madame Zelena warned Ginger if she continued this path, she might night live to see fifty or even the final stage of coming of age at twenty-one.
"He's not here," Jessica said.
"Huh?" Ginger replied, looking at Jessica.
"Whenever the weather's nice, the Cullens disappear." She explained.
"So they are playing hookie?" Ginger asked.
"No, um… Dr. and Mrs. Cullen yank them out for, like, hiking and camping and stuff." She answered. "I tried that out on my parents. Not even close."
"Damn," I chuckled.
"You can say that again," Jessica agreed.
Soon Angela came running in with a huge smile on her face. She sat down next to me and said, "Guys, I'm going to prom with Eric."
"All right!" Ginger praised.
"I know. I just asked him." Angela said. "I took control."
"I told you that would work," I murmured.
She smiled as we hugged in congratulation for accomplishing the first step to Prom. We chuckled as we pulled back. Only three more weeks until Prom. I don't know what it is, but I'm getting excited for Prom. Back in Salem, none of the boys asked me out to junior Prom or even to homecoming. Spent freshmen and sophomore year formal events with my grandfather. He knew I was considered a pariah and that he would arrange a small party between the adolescent casters. It was fun and all, dressing up while showing off our abilities as ballroom music played until somebody enchanted the music player to play modern music.
Now that I think about it . . . what am I going to wear? All the dresses I have are not updated to today's standard. Hell, who wears lace and velvet these days other than a caster. Damn it, and like feminine colors don't work with me either.
"Okay, we should go shopping in Port Angeles before all the good dresses get cleaned out," Jessica announced.
"Mind if we come?" I asked.
"Yeah, I need your opinion," Angela answered.
"Also got to find something for your date with Tyler," Jessica added.
Ginger and I smiled, glad to have friends like Angela and Jessica here. Sure, it may be hard to associate with a normal person, especially to their standards on the art of conversation, but at least they don't consider us a freak. Then again, we are the new girls.
Soon the school bell rang, indicating lunch was over. Grabbing our stuff, we headed inside for another three hours of school until later.
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Ginger's POV
The girls and I arrive in Port Angeles ready to go dress shopping. Zelena gave the all-clear to go spend some money for Prom. Though the catch is to make sure to drop dinner over to the store since she had to leave for Seattle for an important shipment. Not sure what Seattle would have, but we agreed to deliver some hot meals.
Anyway, Jessica led to the boutique store where all the girls go to buy prom dresses. It was a nice little shop with dresses hanging on the racks, walls, or on manikins. The place seemed empty, though, as we girls set our jackets in the front of the building near the windows where there were large mirrors, a white couch, and a platform. Guess we are lucky to get this spot. Then again, we are shopping on a Monday, not a Friday or weekend.
We split up, searching around the racks to find anything of interest. Angela and Jessica immediately went for the pastel section, while Eleanor went to the darker pallet of color. She lifted dresses off the rack, a bit uncomfortable and intimidated about the construction. Right, Casters don't expose themselves to certain fabrics. Angela pulled out a dress suggesting Eleanor try it on. Jessica pulled out a pink dress placed against herself.
"I like this one," she said.
"That's cool," Angela said.
Jessica pressed the gown to her form, "But, like, I don't know about the one-shoulder thing."
"You don't know if you don't try it on," I said.
I wander around the store, pulling out a few dresses that hold interest. I found about two that seemed intriguing as I took them off the rack and headed to the dressing room. All of us went into the dressing room, trying them on. We tried on different dresses though none of them felt right or were too expensive. On the next runway show, Jessica wore a slender pink dress that extenuated her cleavage. Angela put on a lavender color gown with crisscross straps giving a peek of her cleavage. Eleanor, poor Eleanor, light colors don't suit her. As she wore a light blue princess lace and sequin ball gown. No one could resist but laugh at how much she contrasts with the dress. I, on the other hand, wore a green sparkling halter gown.
We went one by one critiquing each other on the dress. A definite no for the dress Eleanor wore. In the end, we were second-guessing ourselves. I like the dress. However, the length in the front seemed a bit short, let alone this is Forks, so it would be cold.
"I like this one," Angela said, pulling out a blue dress with beading in the front.
"Yeah, I like the beading, and you wouldn't need jewelry," Jessica added.
"El, what do you think?" Angela asked. "Lavender?"
"Um," Eleanor said, analyzing the two dresses. "I think Lavender suits you."
"You think?" Angela asked.
"It compliments your skin," I said.
Jessica pulled on some gloves and came back with the same dress looking at herself in the mirror. "Okay, I like this one. It makes my boobs look good."
Suddenly there was tapping on the window, followed by catcalls and whistles. There were a bunch of frat boys gawking at us in the window. Us girls blushed and turned around, feeling a bit embarrassed. One guy gave the thumbs up while I gave him the middle finger.
"That is uncomfortable," Jessica grumbled.
"That's disgusting," Eleanor said.
"You're not really into this, are you?" Angela noted, walking up to her.
"I'm having a hard time picking a dress that isn't too dark," Eleanor answered. Everyone knew Eleanor was somewhat of a Goth per se, as well, I was being into punk fashion. Even though our personality doesn't follow fashion. So yeah, us finding a dress that compliments us is difficult.
"Girl, go do what makes ya feel gorgeous and make it your own," I said.
"She's right," Jessica said.
"Thanks, guys," Eleanor said with a slight smile.
We split up again, picking and searching for a dress for Eleanor. We went all over to the clearance and cheap section. However, something caught Eleanor's eye as she went to the back where the expensive gowns were. Whatever she saw, she grabbed it and went to the dressing room. I joined her, changing into an olive-green strapless gown with a sweetheart bodice decorated with flashing embellishments and an illusion waist. As floral appliques shine off of the length and disperse down the mermaid skirt on top of a sheer overlay. Got to say I like the dress. It compliments my skin tone and red hair. I came out to see what the others thought.
"OMG, that dress looks hot on you," Jessica complimented.
"Ya think?" I asked, standing in front of the mirror.
"Yeah," she said.
Her words persuade me to look at getting it, but first, I need to check the price tag. Lifting the tag only to gawk at the price. It cost about five hundred dollars. My limit is two hundred. Awe, man, and I really like the gown to a point I want to marry it. Damn, I should have checked the price tag before trying it on.
Angela came out of the fitting room wearing a different dress. "Ella will be out in a moment. She wants your opinion."
Eleanor soon came out wearing a dark emerald green velvet shimmering gown with beaded cap sleeves. The cap sleeves are laced with twinkling beads. An ornately embellished belt accentuates the waist, while the skirt has a high side slit accommodating the sharply plunging neckline but not too deep to get in trouble. Whoa, if she gets that, she would look like a movie star.
"You look hot!" I whistled.
"It looks a bit mature," Jessica said.
Eleanor walked up to the mirror; she stared at herself, pulling the ponytail out. I came up behind her to mess with her hair, jacking her up. Quickly I leaned into her ear and whispered, "Get it. This is you."
"Thanks, Ginger," she murmured. "Are you getting that dress?"
"Can't, too expensive," I said.
"Oh, I can help cash in," she said.
"Not unless you have three hundred dollars," I said, then sighed.
Eleanor was about to speak but I stopped her. I know Eleanor comes from a rich family. Especially after meeting Constance. Except, I was to earn things and not have them handed over to me. The money I have has been allowance from Zelena, and birthday/gift money from mom and Cordelia.
We changed back as Jessica, Angela, and Eleanor bought their dresses for Prom. Maybe sometime this month I'll buy a dress . . . just not this one. I checked my cellphone to discover the time, realizing it was almost dinner.
"Hey, I'm gonna get Zelena her dinner. You guys go ahead," I said.
"You sure?" Angela asked.
"Yeah, I'll meet you at the restaurant. Don't wait up," I assured.
The girls nodded as they turned to drop off their gowns in the car. I went the other way, heading to a restaurant to pick up Zelena's order. The patron nodded, handing me the bag of Chinese food, saying the food was already paid for. I left some spare dollars in the tip jar before leaving to deliver the food at Zelena's store out by the peer.
The store was called Cleanse and Remedies. A small boutique decorated with a spa feel from marble flooring, white walls, and mosaic columns as the merchandise rested on wood carved shelves and stands made from driftwood. The fragrance of sandalwood filled the air along with the vague scent of herbs and other products secure in glass bottles. On the way back is the cashier's desk, all white with a black granite counter. Zelena stood there writing in a notebook, deep in thought.
"Delivery," I sang.
She looked up, then chuckled, "Glad you could make it."
"No problem," I said, setting the food on the counter.
"Have you found a dress?" she asked.
"I did, but out of my price range," I told her.
"You know you can borrow money," she said. "I can lend you some, and you can pay me back by working here."
"Maybe," I thought about it. "Got to go. Eleanor and the others are waiting for me."
"All right, see you Wednesday," Zelena said before going back to her work.
I nodded as I left the store, heading to La Bella Italia. The weather got dark and damp all of a sudden as I continued to walk down the sidewalk. However, as I reached the third block, I felt like I was being followed. To make sure, I made a turn down another street to be clear. By the reflection of one store's window, I saw two guys behind me. Great, it's those frat boys from earlier. I made another turn hoping to get me to the main road where there were more people there, if not a police officer.
Unfortunately, the frat boys came up to me. "Saw you in the dress store."
"Hey, where are you going?" The other asked with the smell of alcohol on his breath.
"Leave me alone," I said.
"You lost, girl." The first one asked.
"No," I told him as we walked into a parking lot.
Once more, a bad turn as we entered the parking lot connected to a bar. Shit, as more of the frat boys from before, were there. All tossing beer cans and passing joints around. The second guy wrapped his arm around me. I tried to shrug him off, but he had a good grip.
"Look who we just found," he said.
"What's up, girl?" another guy said. "Where you going?"
"None of your fucking business." I hissed, shoving the guys away from me.
All five guys soon surrounded me asking me where I was going, do I want a drink, and come hang out with them. The smell of alcohol and marijuana wasn't helping. None of my caster sisters knew about my crazy year when I was fifteen. Only Cordelia, who helped me get clean. I used to drink and smoke for several months because of depression with my foster parents. To get away from the abuse and peer pressure. So, with these assholes, I can't think straight. Suddenly they started to touch me.
"Don't touch me," I warned.
They continue to ignore my warning as they mutter stuff about me and touch my body. Unable to control my emotions, my powers heat up the cans of beers burning two of the guy's hands. The two curses, though too intoxicated to realize what happened. Soon another guy groped my chest.
"I said don't touch me," I hissed. My hand heated up, ready to create a fire orb. Maybe I can get away with it since they are too drunk to tell.
Suddenly a silver Volvo appeared out of nowhere, zooming in, then stopped two feet away, scaring the drunks. They pull back, turning around to see who the wacko is driving rapidly at us. When the driver's door opened, out came Edward Cullen, looking more severely pissed off than ever before.
"Get in the car." He ordered.
Taking the opportunity, I got in the car. Once in the passenger seat, watching Edward and the frat boys, wondering if there was going to be a fight. One of the guys said something to Edward, who simply glared at him. Then another sound joined the conversation, a deep primal growl. Something no human can make. The frat boys looked at Edward in fear as they stepped back. Edward got in the car before stomping on the accelerator towards the men before slamming the breaks.
The guys cursed, calling Edward crazy as they stumbled back. Edward did it again before making a U-turn driving out of here with such speed that of a professional stunt driver. Shit, what the hell have I got myself into? I was only dropping off Zelena's dinner.
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