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"Ugh. I can't see anything." Raevyn pulled her glasses out of her jacket pocket. "That's better," she said, putting them on.
"Since when do you have glasses?" asked Benny.
"Since fourth grade."
She walked into Ethan's house. "Nice place you got here."
Ethan nodded. "Thanks. Hey, Sarah."
Sarah looked up from where she was playing with Jane and her Dazzle dolls. "Hey, guys. What are you doing here, Raevyn?"
"She's a witch," Benny answered. "But she's good."
Ethan looked at Raevyn. "You are a good witch, right?"
She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm evil and I'm out to enslave the human race," she said sarcastically.
Benny sniffed. "No need to be hurtful."
They jumped as they heard something crash onto the roof.
"What the fuck was that?" Raevyn screamed.
Someone opened the door, groaning. "I still really need to work on my rooftop landings."
"Rory!" Ethan snapped. "That's about the millionth time you've smashed into my house!"
"Sorry."
Raevyn just grinned. "Not the brightest lightsaber in the weaponry, now are you?"
"Hey! Just because—did you say lightsaber in the weaponry?"
She nodded. Rory blinked. "You made a Star Wars reference," he stated stupidly.
"Yeah, I know. What, can't a girl like Star Wars?"
"The word girl was in that sentence."
"I like World of Warcraft, too," she said. Rory's mouth dropped. None of the girls at his school like Star Wars or World of Warcraft.
"You wanna come over to my house and play Dungeons and Dragons or something? As long as you're gone by midnight, so my parents don't start bitching."
Dazed, Rory nodded. "Hey! Aren't you supposed to help us look for a reversal spell?" pointed out Ethan.
She shrugged. "You guys told me all the shit you went through on the way here. I'm sure you could figure it out yourselves."
Raevyn bounded out the door, pulling Rory behind her.
They watched her leave, Ethan glaring, Benny just staring after her with raised eyebrows.
"Maybe she is bipolar."
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Raevyn threw down the controller and jumped up, pumping her fist victoriously into the air. "Ha! I win again!"
Rory tossed his controller away and crossed his arms. "That's no fair! You cheated."
"What?" Raevyn asked, genuinely confused. "When did I cheat? How?"
"I don't know."
"Alright, since you're obviously pissed about losing fifty-seven times in counting, let's go watch a movie. Oh, I know! Star Wars marathon!" she chirped happily.
She put the disc in the DVD player and plopped down next to Rory on the couch.
"Won't your parents be home by midnight?" he asked.
"Oh well."
"What if they ask what we were doing and then they don't believe us?"
She rolled her eyes. "Then we tell them… sorry for lying, we had hot, wild sex all night and I'm carrying your child," she answered.
Rory gawked at her. "What? That's not even close to the truth!" he cried.
"I know. Why would I want anyone to think that I was carrying your child?"
"Then why would you tell them that?"
"Because they pissed me off," she said simply. "Now shut up, the movie's starting.
They woke to the sound of a slamming door and angry shouts.
"What are you two doing? Who are you?" roared a tall man with curly black hair.
Raevyn rubbed her eyes and sat up. "Hey, dad."
"Don't 'hey' me! What were you doing and who is that boy?" he demanded.
"A friend, dad. Just a friend. What, I'm not allowed to have friends anymore, either?" she spat. "You took away my life, everything, and now you're taking away the potential to have some semblance of what I had before?"
Her father didn't answer. His face was turning an angry shade of red, but he couldn't think of anything to say.
"We were watching a freaking movie! Just because he's a guy and I'm a girl, and we happen to be unrelated and in the same house late at night, and we fell asleep right next to each other, you think we were doing something we shouldn't have? We're both fully clothed, if you haven't noticed! Tristen was a guy. Dolan was a guy. And you never had any problems with them!" she yelled at him. "How did you know they were trustworthy? What, can you sniff out the bad ones? Can you tell just by looking at them?"
She grabbed Rory's face and pulled him in the direction of her father. "C'mon, dad. Take in the blonde hair, curled at the bottom. The bright blue eyes. The pale skin. The innocently stupid look in his face. Oh yeah, obviously a rapist. Obviously older than me, right? A pedophile, of course. He loves to have sex all the time. But you already know that, don't you? Because you clearly just read people so well."
She gripped Rory's arm and yanked him off the couch. "Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"Nowhere."
"Where are you going, young lady?" her father screeched.
"Away from you!" she called back.
She tugged him all the way back to Ethan's house, not even bothering to knock. She just threw open the door and stomped inside. Ethan, Benny, and Sarah were all still there.
"You didn't get mad at him and cast another spell, did you?" asked Ethan tentatively, eyeing the expression on her face. She could've scared a guy enough to make him shit a brick.
"No," she snapped. "For once, he's not the problem."
"Hey!" Rory said. "Right here!"
They ignored him. "Then what happened?" Sarah asked.
"My dad."
Raevyn ran her fingers through her hair.
"Look, can I crash on your couch or something?" she asked Ethan. "I really can't be around my dad right now."
"Uh… sure, I guess. Just let me call my parents."
And that was how the night ended. Benny, Rory, and Sarah deciding to go home, and Raevyn flopping down face-first on the couch as they were leaving.
"G'night, everyone," she mumbled into a pillow.
They smiled. "Good night, Raevyn," Rory said. "Sweet dreams."