Hi guys! First of all, I would like to apologize for the late update. I had a bad case of Writer's Stump for the past few months and I couldn't put myself to write a decent chapter. I have been thinking about Bewitched during classes and finals (LOL I'm working on this instead of focusing in my Accounting finals), and I'm having difficulty on how to piece the story plots and twists in the correct order.

Like, if I'm going to reveal the villain of the story early...or something like that!

And secondly, thank you for all the reviews up to this point! I would have never thought that my story would be worth reviewing. Let me repeat - Thank you very much! I hope everyone would still continue reading my work(s).

Anyway, let's get back to the story. Remember, the story is told by Lovina's Point of View (POV).

Bewitched

Chapter Three: Call Me Maybe

Hi there! It has been a long time since we've chatted right? Here's a quick recap of everything so far:

It has been a week since I sprained my ankle in the conservatory. Ever since then, I've gained a new friend in Antonio Carriedo, a spacey yet incredibly nice guy, whom Kiku Honda, the president of the Art Club, (which is annoyingly cunning for his own good) assigned to assist me during club activities.

The news about me spraining my ankle spread like wild fire, probably thanks to Feliciana, my ditzy and yet loveable younger twin. Expect every secret you tell her to be spread in a second.

The news, however, really changed a lot as it passed from one person to another. From the original story of which I tripped because of a stray branch, evolved into me injuring myself to save a child from getting hit by a stray branch.

Now, I became really popular because of my heroic act, to which my best friend Bella Maes, finds it amusing.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation as some random girl quickly signed on my bandage. Well, she's not really random. I think she's one of the popular kids in school. Chloe was it?

"Hi Laviña, I'm Chlorie! I heard about your courageous act and I'm really impressed! We should totally hang out!" She grinned at me.

"It's Lovina." I corrected her. Jeez, my name's even easier to remember.

She seemed not to hear what I said and continued to shower my bandage with her rather girly-pink signatures. I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry Lavina, well, I have to go," she suddenly took out her ringing phone.

Oh dear Neptune. She's finally going away!

"My friends are calling me." She flashed an apologetic smile as she walked away.

When she was out of earshot, I frowned at Bella, who began to burst with laughter.

"Oh god, I like her," She laughed. "It's a sin to be that funny."

"She's not funny. I think she's really dumb." I muttered.

I mean, come on! How can someone closely named after a pool disinfectant have difficulty remembering a fairly common name?

"Maybe having a name such as Chlorinethia Bleachell can bleach your ability to remember the simplest of the simple." Bella cracked a grin.

"God," I chuckled. "Her name is so awful."

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After classes, Bella and I went to unload some of our stuff into our respective lockers. As I was about to close my locker, my phone suddenly belted out its annoying beeps. I quickly fished my ancient Nokia phone. I click on the receive button and put the phone to my ear-

"Looooooviiiiiiiii!" a shriek came from the other line.

I immediately distanced myself from my phone. It was dad. Bella discreetly snorted in the background. I shot an annoyed look at her before turning around.

"Dad, not so loud!" I hissed.

My father could really be hyper sometimes. I can see where Feliciana got her personality from.

"Lovi, hija, I heard from Feliciana you got injured. How are you doing?" he said in a lighter tone.

"I'm alright. I've been taking care of myself." I replied, cracking a small smile, even though I was vaguely annoyed with his earlier actions.

"Well, be careful. Your mother's not showing it, but she's been incredibly worried about you."

"Tell her that I'm fine. I've got nerves of titanium."

He chuckled. "You did get her tenacious personality."

"I guess I did."

"Well, I have something to do. Be good and stay out of trouble."

"Okay. I will."

I ended the call. I whipped around to face Bella, only to find two pairs of emerald eyes staring at me with open curiosity and interest. I jump a good one meter away, surprised. The force of my jump made me wince in pain as I felt excess weight on my sprained ankle.

"Oopsie," Antonio murmured as he balanced me. "You shouldn't really move around like that." He smiled.

"Antonio!" I looked at him accusingly.

"Wow, did we really scare you that much?" Bella blinked as she closed the distance between the three us.

"We didn't really mean to scare you. You looked so comfortable on your phone that we kind of got curious." Antonio laughed.

"I was just talking to my dad!" I blushed. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"But still, I didn't know you were called as 'Lovi'." Antonio mused.

"She hates that nickname." Bella shrugged.

"It sounds ridiculous." I muttered.

"It sounds cute." He grinned.

"It does, doesn't it?" Bella nodded her assent.

After half an hour, I ignored both of them as I sat comfortably on the front passenger seat of Antonio's slightly weather-beaten Toyota Camry. Well, I did wave goodbye to bella after we dropped her to her apartment, but does not count. Besides, she did promise to deliver baked pomodoro lasagne.

The sound of the brake lever being shifted upwards woke me up of my rather unplanned and short slumber. I must have been wiped with all the commotion I had to endure from some busybodies. I did have to hide from the prying eyes of the school once in a while. The attention was sickening, to be honest. I slowly rubbed my eyes and let out a tired yawn as I scooted to the door.

"Can I call you that?" he suddenly asks me as he turns his head to face me.

I swivelled my head to his direction. "What?" I raised a brow.

"You know..." he trailed.

I just gave him a passive look.

"Lovi?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeaase?"

"No." I frowned.

"Puhlease?"

"No!" I growled. God, he can be so persistent!

His eyes suddenly turned watery and large and he gave me a pout. A rather adorable pout. Mierda, how he managed to look like a pitiful child who was deprived of his toy car unjustly, I didn't want to know.

"N-No!" I forced myself to look angry. Shit, I'm not going to let myself get fooled.

The force of his pitifully adorable look grew tenfold as he tilted his head and said, "Puhleeease?"

I felt my eye involuntarily twitch. "No..." I muttered as I bit my lip.

"Pretty," he paused as he batted his eyelashes. "Please?" Pitiful look level, Maximum!

Goddamnit, whoever taught him to look that irresistible, I'll have to kill him or her someday! I begrudgingly limped to my house as he enthusiastically waved goodbye to me, cheerfully calling out "Lovi!" many times. The fading sound of the whir of the engine of Antonio told me he was driving away. I was about to plop on the comfortable sofa, the doorbell rang.

To my surprise, it was Antonio, panting as if he ran a considerable distance. I gave him an annoyed glare and slammed the door, only to be stopped by his foot.

"You jerk, let me be!" I hissed.

"Wait Lovi!" he called out as he stopped me from closing the front door.

I sighed and then gave him a tired look. "What?"

"Can I have your number?"

"No!"

"Please?"

"No means no!" I grumbled.

"But Lovi, now that I can call you by your nickname and drive you home, isn't it strange that I don't know your number?" he reasoned out.

"That's illogical!"

"Lovi, pleaaase?"

"ARGH ANTONIO!"

In the end, I gave him my number just to be left in peace.

End of the Chapter

A/N: Hi guys! I hope I made this chapter to your liking! It's rather short, isn't it? u.u Reviews are very much appreciated. It's been a long time since I've made a fan fic (again), so bare with my amateur writing skills.