Disclaimer: If I owned the sons of Ipswich, I wouldn't be writing. J
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The next day…
Sarah wasn't at the dorm that night, but neither was I. Reid and I holed up in my room, causing me to accidentally blow off my morning class. Meanwhile, the cell he had left in the car was going off insanely and had been all night.
Finally, Alona called me at the house. I reached up and around Reid for the phone on my nightstand. "Lo?" I asked tiredly as Reid's eyes opened and enjoyed the view.
"Finally," she sighed with relief, "Tyler's looking for Reid. You seen him?"
I giggled. "He's tween my legs, why?"
A weird disgusted sound came over the line. "That's gross. Don't tell me that."
"Sorry." I said laughing.
"Tell him Tyler's looking for him." With that, she hung up.
"Hmph. That was rude." I turned to the now awake and playful Reid. "Evidently Tyler's been looking for you."
I moved to hand him the phone and he flipped us over so that he was now on top. Taking the phone, he punched in some numbers and put in to his ear while I pulled him down and kissed up and down his collar bone. "What do you want?" he grunted angrily when Tyler answered.
"Reid?" Tyler was surprised. It quickly turned to anger. "Where the hell have you been? We've been trying to find you all night."
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. What do you want? I'm busy here."
Tyler hesitated. "Where are you?"
Reid sighed. "I'm with Izzy. We're busy." He ground his hips into me making me moan loudly to get his point across. "What do you want?"
Tyler paused. "Get to Caleb's"
Reid nodded even though Tyler couldn't see him. "Soon as we're done." I giggled and he took advantage of my open mouth.
"Reid?" Tyler paused again. "Get to Caleb's" And with that, Reid hung up on his friend and started concentrating on me.
Just less than an hour later, Reid showed up at Caleb's door. "Sup?"
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After Reid left, I busied myself with cleaning up after us. I did the laundry, dishes, and even vacuumed. Even after cleaning up, his cologne still hung comfortingly in the air. I sat down on my bed and looked around.
This bedroom drastically differed from the one at my grandmother's. It was pink, soft baby pink. There were no posters or black, no painted anarchists symbols or darts. The furniture was all princessy little girly. It was totally not me.
All my things were hidden, my rock posters, my black rebellious clothing, my witchy woman jewelry, everything was hidden. My mother had never really liked having the power, unless, of course, it came to my personal business and personal space.
I heard the door open and close. Crap. I was going to have to see her, probably talk. I felt helpless. I hadn't prepared any safe topics. Whenever I didn't prepare, I almost always got myself or others into trouble.
"Hey mother." I came down the stairs carrying a haphazardly thrown together bag of clothes.
My mother nodded. "Bella. How good to see you. Why don't you sit and have some coffee?"
I shook my head saying, "I really shouldn't. I have homework to do and a paper due on Monday." It wasn't really a lie.
"Why are you thinking about your grandmother?" she asked bluntly.
Crap. I hadn't even seen her eyes flicker. "I was going to ask her help with a certain chapter in the book I'm reading. I don't think I'm catching onto a second meaning." That was a lie.
She looked at me with hard eyes and her lips formed a very unattractive line. Finally, she nodded and I practically ran out of the house. I got into the car, tossing my bag into the bag and breathing a sigh of relief. Disaster averted.
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Pogue had suggested interrogating my psychic grandmother instead of me, seen as they had no idea what I knew, or if I had psychic abilities too. The boys had all agreed. Reid watched them all carefully. He seemed satisfied that the group didn't blame me for anything and only then could he relax.
They entered the shop quietly thanking god that there was no bell on the door. The front was empty, but they could clearly hear yelling from the back room. They boys hid in the corner and Caleb peered around the corner noticing my mother and grandmother in the middle of a heated argument.
"You can't just let her pick up and move in." my mother was yelling.
Grams pursed her lips. "And why not? That damned roommate of hers was peeking through all her things."
"That's exactly why they shouldn't practice magic!" My mother took a calming breath and started quieter. "I don't want her to get hurt."
"She can take care of herself Marianne." Grams paused. "What is it you're really worried about? The boy?"
My mother hesitated. "I won't let her get hurt." she hissed venomously.
My grandmother waved her hands at my mother. "Izzy-"
"Isabella."
"-she is an entirely different person than you are." Grams took a pause. "She won't make your mistakes."
"My mistakes?"
"Yes! I told you not to marry that idiot man, didn't I." The two were stepping back and forth as the talked, well yelled. "You didn't listen to me. I accepted that, even when he did what he did, I accepted it. Izzy-"
"Isabella!"
"-will make her own mistakes. If she needs to get hurt, wants to get hurt, let her."
My mother scoffed. "I can not believe you. Oh no wait! I can. I will protect my daughter."
"She's eighteen! You can't protect her, even with that magic you refuse to use. She will do what she wants. If you would just stop meddling and coddling her, she would be fine."
"I'm meddling and coddling? You're the one mot letting her face her issues."
"I told her to go back and she did!"
My mother burst into tears. Utterly confused, the boys listened on huddled in the corner near the doorway leading to the weird fight. Meanwhile, my mother sank to the couch. My grandmother pulled up a chair and sat next to her daughter wordlessly.
Finally, my mother began to speak softly, so softly the boys could barely hear. "Why is it she listens to you and not me?" she asked already kind of knowing the answer.
"Let her be." Grams told her. As she stood wiping the tears.
"Goodbye." she said tersely as she walked out the door and the shop. She didn't notice the boys huddled in the corner.
Grams came out and turned to the boys smiling. "Boys." she acknowledged, motioning to the back.
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"Hello." I sang happily.
"Well hello sexy."
Reid. "Hey." I counted out exact change for my coffee. "What's up?"
"Can I see you tonight?"
I smiled. "Yeah. Sure."
Reid seemed slightly nervous, but I shook off the thought. "When's your last class?" he was asking.
"Actually, I already got off-"
"I know you did." he said rough and suggestively.
I laughed. "I have some business stuff, but I can meet you at Doyle's at seven-seven thirty." He agreed and we hung up. I smiled at thoughts about the night before.
"Five cents."
"Huh?" the vender's voice pulled me back to the present.
He looked kinda pissed now that I think about it. "You still owe me five cents." he said gruffly. I handed him a nickel and he handed me my coffee.
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