Hello my lovely readers! Id like to try something new. The more comments, reviews and hits I get the more I will write. Who doesn't love longer chapters? : )
Sorry this one took a while I've been busy with school junk. This chapter has some very key information, so pay attention.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Willow had everything prepared ahead of time. She had gone to the library yesterday, instead of heading home to avoid questions and found a very useful book. It was filled with all kinds of intent forms for school related activities. She had searched until she found the class exchange paper, and made several copies and returned home with them filled out.
That night Willow explained to her father why she had to switch out of the class. How it was far to easy and she wasn't being challenged, but for all he cared she could have been talking about the weather. He signed the papers in a practically comatose state. She wasn't even sure if he had even acknowledged what the papers were for, but that wasn't important right now.
She was on her way to school, right on time. She would get there just as the bell would ring, and go to the front office. She would hand Wide the papers and get her schedule switched in a jiffy. The best part was she wouldn't even have to look at Cohen again.
She pulled in to the parking lot and did one last check. remember, go in like this is perfectly reasonable, and you have every right to be doing this.
Head held high, she walked into they front office with many admirers and haters watching her. Among them was Cohen. Do not even acknowledge his existence, and she walked past him with out a second thought.
The tardy bell rang just as she closed the door and a satisfied smile stretched across her face. Everything is going just perfectly. she even knocked on the wooden counter top so she wouldn't jinx it, while conveniently getting the secretary's attention.
Mrs. Wyde looked up over her glasses and slowly waddled across the room. "sorry dear, no tardy notes with out signed parental or doctor notes." Willow brushed that comment off, eager to move on.
"actually, ma'am, I'm here to change my schedule." Mrs. Wide practically jumped out of her skin. She startled Willow so much it took her a moment to realize it wasn't a good thing.
" Your name is Willow?" Willow couldn't speak so she nodded suspiciously. She suddenly saw a flash of Cohen standing in her position. " well I'm here to tell you confidence is only a step away." she began smiling and started to sound like an advertisement for foot cream, "just yesterday I got it cleared with the principle to have you enrolled in a special temporary tutoring situation." She felt the words were altered and for some reason smelled Cohen all over it. Willow's head began to ache with the eerie form a flashback that wasn't her own.
"I beg your pardon ma'am, but I have no clue what you're talking about." Mrs. Wyde looked like she doubted that.
"oh honey, you don't have to be ashamed. We have a nice tutor set up for you." All she saw was Cohen's huge smile and triumphant eyes, "And after a few weeks if you show improvement or decide to drop the class, then we'll get serious. We don't want to go making any rash decisions." She could feel Cohen's presence, him breathing the same air, making some kind of request, but it was just them. Mrs. Wyde sounded like she was scolding a small child. " Our school policy is to achieve excellence." She envisioned the lady telling Cohen the same thing.
"Mrs. Wyde, you don't understand, I . . ."
" Nonsense deary, this will work out splendidly." she handed Willow her late note and the room where she was supposed to go at 2:15. Willow felt her heart sink. She new things were about to get frustrating. Can't one thing just work out for me? ONE THING?
She took the note and stormed out of the office knowing Mrs. Wyde was a lost cause. She was completely mind-fucked into submission. Why does Cohen have to be so charming! What had started out so perfectly turned out to be anything but.
How will I resist temptation now? Willow marched to first period rubbing her forehead. What the hell is wrong with me? Was I just imagining all those flashes? Am I that obsessed? She was getting seriously weirded out.
Not to mention she dreading the confrontation she knew was bound to happen with her less than favorite person over her less than appropriate tease.
They would have to talk. She knew he had something to do with the scheduling shit-up. She couldn't say how exactly, but this had Cohen written all over it. And he was going to pay, one way or another.
Shit, and on top of all of this, I have a fucking migraine!
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Run for your lives! Cohen saw the door knob turn. here comes Godzilla!
How was it possible that the one person he wanted to see happy gave him such pleasure and amusement to see upset. Knowing he was the reason she was mad might have had something to do with it, but it just made the joke funnier. He knew something Willow didn't.
Score.
The teacher was busy up at the board and she stormed in with all of her foul temperament spewing across the room. Instantly Willow locked eyes with Cohen and he quickly averted his eyes. Cohen stomach tightened. He could feel himself cringing under willows heavy gaze.
He knew this was irrational considering she had no idea he was the one who had tampered with her escape plans, but she was mad about something and Cohen was going to do his best to make sure he wasn't at the receiving end of her eventual blow up.
Cohen looked up to make sure she wasn't still glaring, but when he did she bee lined straight for him. He jumped at her sudden movement, now he was getting really nervous.
Holy shit, what is she gonna do, hit me? Cohen began to recoil.
Cohen was pleased that no desks around him were available, but that didn't seem to be stopping willow. Willow went to the boy sitting beside Cohen. She turned her fiery eyes on him, willing him to obey her every command. "Get out of the fucking seat. Move now." her words were whispered dangerously low.
To Cohen's immense surprise the boy collected his stuff and moved from the seat before he had even had a chance to compose his facial expression. How had that just happened? I am so screwed. Willow pulled out her things and sat in silence boring a hole into the teachers back.
Maybe if she had tried to talk to him he wouldn't have felt as antsy, but she was just letting him stew over there in his guilt. Willow shot him a look after what seemed like hours, and he knew . . . I'm so busted. How the hell did she find out?
No further exchange was conducted between the two and the entire class was awkwardly uncomfortable. Even the teacher looked uneasy. He assigned a small assignment that was to be finished for homework. And the bell rang.
That class room cleared out faster than a bunch of kids busted by cops at a party. Cohen held his breath knowing Mt. St. Helens was about to erupt.
He saw Willow stand out of the corner of his eye. She gathered her things and swung her book bag over her shoulder. She faced him and he stood to meet her accusing gaze. He was afraid what he might see in those eyes.
"I hope you're happy." Was all she said and turned to leave. Cohen couldn't imagine how four words had dropped his heart so far. He felt remorse towards her, but she wouldn't give him a shot!
I was out of options! Cohen thought in his defense. He just stood there unable to move. He was physically incapable of movement. Is Willow doing this?
If her reaction after just a minor schedule infraction was this bad, how bad was it going to be when she discovered who her new tutor was. . .
Holy shit! what is she gonna do when she finds out she isn't human . . .
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"AHHHH!" Willow screamed as she was pulled into the men's room.
Someone's is trying to rape me! She was frantic, looking for an escape, no windows . . . run to the door, call for help . . . as she went over escape plans she was pulled into an embrace.
"What the hell?" whoever had pulled her in here surely wasn't planning on foreplay, right?
"Calm down" Willow relaxed instantly, hearing Sam's voice.
"Do you realize you just scared the living shit out of me?" she paused looking around "Speaking of shit, do you also realize we are in the men's restroom?" she looked at Sam expression and felt exasperated, at least one of us thinks this is funny.
"Yes," Sam was talking slowly, testing the waters, "this bathroom has been out of order for years. I don't even think they have water flowing to this part of the school anymore." Well, Willow was relieved to hear that. They stood there awkwardly for a moment "You seem pretty pissed." He said tentatively.
"I can't change my schedule! I'm trying to get away from that little fucker, but I just can't seem too." Sam looked confused but didn't interrupt. Willow sighed exasperated, "I tried to transfer classes today, but that sorry excuse for a secretary wouldn't let me! She said I needed to be put into a tutoring program. Tutoring! Can you believe it?" Sam looked like he almost could, "For your information, curly Q, I have an extremely high IQ, and have a 4.5 GPA. I tutor people, they do NOT tutor me!" She finished with her jaw raised in indignation.
"I assume you're talking about Cohen. And I know you're not dumb, I just believe the secretary would pull some shit like that . . . also, I saw Cohen leave the Office yesterday looking pretty satisfied with himself, just so you know." Willow looked like he had just confirmed her worst fears.
"I knew it!", but as soon as she spoke the tardy bell rang. "Damnit, these little meetings are going get us one way tickets to detention." Willow straightened her disheveled appearance and faced Sam. "Thanks, you're a good friend." She was smiling to her self.
Willow's face lit up with mischief, "I'm getting Cohen back, and you're gonna help me." She finished, it sounded like Cohen would regret it.
Sam brought her in for a hug, "that's my girl" he kissed her forehead. They stood there in that position for a moment. Finally Sam stepped back and left with his head down.
Wow, Willow thought, did he just . . .
She had so much to worry about and not enough time. Wow, guy problems and freak-tastic side effects all in one day? Must be something in the water.
*raises eyebrows suggestively* secret visions? Hypnotic, persuasive eyes? (possibly mind control?) Is Cohen right about Willow's inhumanity?
A little forehead action?-gasp- Could it be? Sam and Willow or Cohen and Willow? Readers get to choose! Tell me what you'd like to see happen!
Later lovlies 3