Chapter 18- Foolish

CPOV- Chelsiey

I was alone, in my makeshift prison, wrists sore, ankles chafed, and a lot to think over.

Everything had not gone according to plan. Chloe had broken the spell, Derek hated me, they were back together and the witch, Tori the psychopath, was going to teach me a "lesson". That fact her sweet tempered brother was okay with this gave me no relief, if anything, it made me feel worse.

My heart crawled up into my throat made its home there. My stomach flipped and I had to consciously make an effort to keep the few cookies and piece of cake I had had at the party down.

The door to my cell opened, light from the hallway pouring into the sunset lit room. I lifted my head to see who was in the doorway-Rae.

And Chloe.

Bile raised in my throat at her dark, sickly sweet costume. The black and red made her skin turn creamy white, but it didn't look bad. Her red lips, the simple collar and chestnut hair up in singlets made her all the more inviting, showing innocence while promising more. A darker, wilder side. And, if the information I had was true, graver side. She'd been through hell and back, or so said the reports.

"Are you okay?" Chloe Saunders sweet, shy and uncertain voice broke through my thought process.

"Do I look like it, princess?" I snarled, not in a good mood.

"No. You look like you've gotten yourself into quite a knot." A small smile tugged at her pink lips at her oh-so-clever joke. Rae snickered.

"Don't you sound confident?" I snapped, a smirk pulling at my lips. "You just needed your lap dog back and you would have all the courage you need. Just bat your baby blues and he'll do all of your bidding." Rae scowled at me and Chloe opened her mouth to argue, but I cut her I off. I wasn't done.

"You're lousy, and pathetic. A little miss rich girl. You depend on others to do what you don't want to break a nail over. You don't love-"

"Shut up!" Her scream had Derek, Tori and Simon hot his heels, bursting in the doors seconds later. But she didn't notice; her attention was riveted on me as she advanced. "Say anything bad about me you want. Say all the insults you desire. But don't you," -she pushed her hand in my chest, more than needed to get the point across, but she didn't care at the moment. Blue eyes ablaze, she finished saying- "dare say I don't love Derek. I've known him longer than you ever will. You dated him for three whole days! Days! How does that compare to two years? Derek means everything to me and you, no matter what you do or say will ever change that. Take him from me, make him your lapdog, make out with him, I don't care!" She was crying now, her face becoming wet and slick, shining with the salt water. "Do whatever you please, but I am his. Whether he wants it, or not. You say I don't love him? You never could, not the way I can. I know him better then maybe even his own brother. Say you love him, say I don't, take him from me. But I'll love him no matter what."

She turned on her heel, ducked her head down, and said, "I have a party to host, good bye." Before leaving the room, not even looking at her surprised friends. Derek watched her leave, a dumbstruck look on his face.

"Hurt her again wolf boy, influenced or not," Tori said, staring off after her friend, "And you might not live to see another day."

I let my hair down and rubbed my hand over my left wrist, happy to have the ropes off.

"Chels?" The voice in my ear said. "Get out. Now." I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, and waited until my visitors left the room. Looks like Greg and I would have to use a different plan of action. Maybe Sophia...

I plotted in my head and just sat there, waiting for the right time to move.

Well... I didn't see that coming. But then again, I never know what's going to happen with Jo. She left me here to do the A/N while she went to get a snack.

Toodles!

-D