Chapter Eight
"So…uh, how long have you been a witch?" asked Scott, breaking the silence that had been in the room since I confessed what I was. He didn't seem upset or angry; he actually understood where I was coming from.
"About eight months or so… it all started a month before my 16th birthday. But I knew it would happen eventually because the witch gene has been in my family for centuries." I sighed, "Those who don't possess the talents to practice magic, but have parents who do, are called squibs." They listened intently, seeming interested in the information I had just given them.
"This explains a lot! Now I know why you are so weird at times," said Stiles with his famous signature grin on his face.
"HA HA HA! You're so funny, Stiles" I said sarcastically with a serious expression, trying my hardest not to smile. There's nothing wrong with being weird. Weird is the new black.
Stiles simply winked and leaned back against the couch.
Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles and turned to me, "So I'm guessing your father is one and knows about you… and us?"
I nodded, "Yes, he is one. Do you me mean "us" as in werewolves or us?"
"Both,"
"Well, he knows about the supernatural occurrences in Beacon Hills and about us."
"Can you heal yourself?" He continued asking.
"I know the spell, but I haven't tried it out yet."
"Are you a dark witch? Do you practice dark magic? Cause I heard that dark magic is used for negative purposes," He looked at me like I was some kind of project or something. It sounds like someone has been researching about witches. "Can you like make people do whatever you want? Possess them maybe?" Stiles questioned.
"No, I'm not a dark witch. They use power to cause destruction or misfortune, to injure or kill, or for the profit of oneself rather than for the benefit of others. I don't do that. There are different forms of sorcery, each one used for its own purpose." I explained carefully. "My powers are at their peak on full moons,"
"AWESOME!" Everyone looked at Stiles oddly.
"What?! I have a witch as my best friend, that's awesome!" He explained, defending himself.
I giggled and placed my legs on Derek. My legs brushed against his groin, which distracted him from glaring at Stiles. The look he gave me made a chill run down my spine. Trust me, in a good way. Let's just say it took a lot of willpower to not to attack him with kisses and rip his clothes off.
Me being a hormonal teenager and him being a wolf, explains enough to why the sudden mood change. How can you blame me? The guy is freaking hot! Gorgeous! Buenisimo… Uh, you get the point right?
Scott coughed, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned and looked at him confused. He was giving Derek and I a dirty look, like he was disgusted or something. "What's wrong Scott?"
"Just stop," I looked even more confused. What did I do to upset him? Did he know something or….?
"I can smell you… your, uh… emotions," he explained, giving me a knowing look.
Oh, crap!
Curse those damned werewolf abilities!
I blushed scarlet and looked down at my hands, making my hair cover my face, "I'm sowwy…" My voice was small and innocent, like a little kid when they are caught doing something they shouldn't be.
They laughed, including Derek, which only caused me to blush even more. I looked like a tomato.
"Weeeeeelll….. We better get going. Don't wanna be late for school again," I murmured, getting off the couch and grabbing my bag.
"What about the thing about your mother?" Derek asked.
Shit! I completely forgot about that!
"Oh, uhm…"
My heartbeat quickened as I turned and looked at Derek. He was serious; once again his face was showing no emotion whatsoever. He was like a brick wall.
They all seemed to have notice me tense up. My heart was pounding in my chest. I knew very well that they would find out sooner or later and it would be best if I was the one to break the news to them.
I shifted my weigh from one foot to the other and looked down at the floor, ignoring all the stares. I took a deep breath and gathered all my courage before I spoke.
"My mother, she's alive. She happens to be the one person who we all hate" I played with my bracelet on my left hand and glanced up briefly before quickly looking back down. "She's…. uh, Kate Argent."
I heard an over exaggerated gasp and my guess was it came from Stiles. I bit down on the inside of my lip, feeling three set of eyes on me.
My mind was going 100mph, a race I couldn't keep up with. So many scenarios flashed in front of my eyes, like a movie that couldn't be stopped or even paused. My brain had a life of its own, and I hated it!
It seemed liked minutes had passed but in reality it must have been just a couple of seconds. It was silent in the room; no one moved or made an attempt to talk. I could hear the birds chirping outside.
In other circumstances I would have smiled and enjoyed the sounds they were making, but now it made me only envious of them. I wish I was able to fly high in the sky, to leave all my sorrows and heartache behind, and to forget about everything.
The air was thick which made it hard to breathe and to concentrate on what was important.
A few seconds later I dared myself to look up. They shared different facial expressions; Derek who had always been strong and held his emotions private was struggling with himself. His brows were furrowed and I could see crystal clear the battle he had deep within. I understood perfectly what he was going through, the bitch had almost killed him a couple of weeks back, and she would have succeeded if it wasn't for Scott who brought the bullet in time.
Scott on the other hand was confused; it was as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. He stared at me with wide eyes, probably thinking that it couldn't be true. Or maybe he's thinking about the possibilities of it actually being true.
Stiles was the exact opposite of both Derek and Scott. His head was rested on the couch cushions and he stared at the ceiling as if he was bored and wanted this to be over already. I got a feeling that he already knew, but how? I never told him… Maybe he had put 2 and 2 together and figured it out? He's a smart guy after all. He just has trouble showing it.
I felt weigh being lifted from my shoulders when I confessed my secret. A part of me was finally at piece, and yet the other part was troubled. I was afraid that they wouldn't treat me the same, or even wanted to my friends with me anymore. I didn't even want to know what Derek thought of me.
Being related to the Argents was both good and bad; the bad being that I had gained a number of enemies, without being warned. Everyone who hated them hated me now as well. Everyone who wanted them death now wanted me death too.
"Please, don't hate me for this…." My voice was barely a whisper, but I knew they heard me. Well, Scott and Derek most likely.
