Wendy's Pov
Why the hell did Mary.k's sister look at me like that? I wondered and a shiver ran down my spine. I was siting on the end of Alisa's bed, my French book open on my lap and finding it real hard to concentrate. Homework. Ugh. It beats me why teachers give you homework on the first day back. It's like they have no lives or something…
Anyway, Mary.k was sat on the floor engrossed in a science assignment and Alisa was leaning back against the pillows trying to read Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew. I figured no harm would come from asking.
"Mary.k, does your sister always look at people like that?"
Mary's head snapped up. "Morgan? What do you mean?"
I sighed. "Well, she kinda looked at me funny, I felt like I was under a telescope. Like an ant."
Alisa chuckled. "Well, Morgan is that little bit different then us, I suppose." Not all of us are witches. Alisa thought.
My eyes widened. Had I really just heard Alisa's thoughts? I looked to Alisa, who had gone back to her book. Stupid book.
Holy crap! I was either hearing Alisa's personal thoughts or I was delirious and seeing as there was no way I could possibly be hearing her thoughts, it must be the latter. Damn cafeteria food!
For the rest of the afternoon I couldn't concentrate enough to finish my homework. At six Alisa's step-mum, Hilary, gave Mary.k and I a ride home. Since Mary.k lived closer then I did, we stopped at her house first.
When we pulled up at Mary.k's house, I noticed a tall, blonde, incredibly good looking guy, climbing into a small battered Honda. He looked rather similar to one of Charlie's friends back in England.
He stopped as we pulled into the driveway and looked up. Suddenly I felt weird again, like I had when Morgan had looked at me funny. I wanted to get out of the car, to run, yet I sat frozen in the back seat.
Closing the car door, the guy came over to Hilary's car and greeted us. "Hey, Mary.k." He said in a crisp, English accent. That's when I noticed that this was one of Charlie's friends from England and, not to mention, my old crush.
Mary.k got out of the car and turned to him. "Hey Hunter, How are you?"
Hunter smiled, I swooned. "Good. I was just driving beside Morgan to make sure she got home ok."
Mary.k nodded, then turned back to look at me. "Wendy, this is Morgan's boyfriend, Hunter Niall. Hunter this is Wendy, she's English like you."
Hunter turned his emerald gaze to look at me. "Wendy. Wendy Hampton?" I nodded.
"We've met before." I said. "Charlie introduced us a few years ago." It was true, Charlie had brought a few friends home one day to do something or other and had introduced me. I had only been 12 then.
"How is Charlie? Not too much of a pain I hope?" Hunter asked.
I giggled. "Nope. He's just the same old Charlie."
When Mary.k went inside, Hunter and I chatted for a few more minutes the Hilary beeped the horn to imply that she was getting impatient. So, reluctantly, I bade goodbye to Hunter and climbed back into the car.
Somehow, with Hunter being here and all, I knew that something really big was going to happen and change my life forever. I just knew it.