Chapter 2: Mixer
After they got into their dorm and locked the door, Izzy turned to Khloe with a glare on her face.
"Did you seriously just invite us to the party later on? With them?" Izzy hissed at Khloe
"No, technically they invited us." Flashing a grin Khloe claimed the bed of her choice by tossing her suitcase on it. "What's wrong with going to the mixer with them anyway?"
"Don't you know anything about hot guys! Hot guys are either taken or playboys. That Reid guy is definitely a playboy. He screams manwhore. I can already tell Pogue is taken and Tyler is too shy to even talk to a girl. And Caleb doesn't look like he's gonna be looking for any type of ass anytime soon," Izzy all but yelled.
"Iz, don't make me unpack the swear jar so soon. I mean we JUST got here. And it's just a dance! Don't be so over-dramatic!" Khloe replied, sighing.
"I will be overdramatic if I want to be overdramatic! And I'm not being overdramatic. Guys are just trouble," Izzy walked over to her things to symbolize the conversation was over.
"Whatever, Iz. Be that way. But you're still going to the mixer," Khloe walked over to her stuff as well.
"Okay I will go but I'm NOT dancing with any of them. Oh and I call the bed farthest from the door," Izzy called dibs.
"Oh, come on. You and your inability to sleep closest to the door," Khloe complained.
"Why are you complaining? You already chose the other one," Izzy pointed out.
"Then why did you call dibs if you already knew I chose this bed," Khloe asked, confused.
"Because…. I don't know!" Izzy groaned, not even knowing herself why she did it.
"Listen, I'm gonna go take a shower. Don't catch anything on fire." Khloe said walking into the bathroom.
"No promises!" Izzy yelled back as Khloe closed the door. She looked around the room that lacked any personal touches. "Well," she mumbled to herself. "Looks like I have some unpacking to do."
(10 MINUTES LATER)
"I leave you alone for 10 minutes and you've already made a mess?" Khloe exclaimed walking out of the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel.
"I was unpacking!" Iz defended herself. Khloe rolled her eyes.
"So unpacking means throwing everything from the suitcases onto the floor?"
"Stop with the single eyebrow thing. It freaks me out. And you came out just in time to put it up. I'm gonna shower. Don't work to hard!" Shooting Khloe a smirk she skipped into the bathroom.
"Don't work to hard," Khloe mocked quietly. She looked around and sighed. Well, she's not going to do it. So I might as well.
"Really Khloe? I leave you alone for 10 minutes and you clean everything up? I just got finished making a mess of it!" Izzy sassed as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Well, you weren't going to clean it up, so I did. And I swear if the next time I come back and there is a mess, you are going 6 feet under. I am not living in A PIG STY!"
"And I'm not livin in a pig sty, bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh. Just get dressed and remove the stick from your as- I mean butt." She hastily corrected herself at Khloe's raised eyebrow.
"Isabeau Claire Lenora Hawke! Did you just take back a curse word? I never thought I would see the day. Maybe all my efforts aren't for not," Khloe said overdramatically.
"Shut up Khloe. Just go dress yourself." Khloe smirked but turned around to get dressed anyway. As soon as her back was turned Izzy made a face and flipped her the bird.
"Izzy, it's rude to flip people off," She said without turning her back from picking out an outfit for the nights mixer.
"But, How'd you- What?" Izzy sputtered.
"I'm your best friend. I know things." Khloe looked over her shoulder as she tied the strings of her off gold lace peplum top. "Are you going to get dressed?" She asked as she wiggled on jeans and heels that matched her top.
"Yes, yes mom," Izzy groaned and pulled herself off the bed. She grabbed a loose light blue tank with stars on it. Then proceeded to finish getting ready. Her outfit consisted of leather fronted jeans, grey combat boots, stud earrings in the shape of cameras, a necklace with headphones on it and grabbed her black leather hoodie. She threw it on and looked at Khloe that said 'I'm ready, let's go'.
"Hold the phone there. I gotta put on lip gloss. She looked in the mirror and added a light pink gloss and touched the heart piercing on her nose that no one, not even Izzy had noticed. It might have had something to do with the fact of how small it was and the fact that it matched her skin. "Now we can go." After slipping her phone and room key into her pocket she headed out the door, Izzy right beside her.
"Why do you still wear that necklace?" Izzy asked referring to the gem that a snake was wrapped around dangling from Khloe's neck.
Khloe looked down, "I don't know. Habit? Why don't you wear yours?" She turned the question around.
"I lost it. It's somewhere in my stuff and I don't feel like looking for it," Izzy responded with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Your mom said you weren't supposed to take it off." Khloe informed her primly in case Izzy forgot the way her mother had looked at her, telling her to never take it off, a crazed gleam in her eye. Almost identical to the one Khloe's mom had in her eye when she handed Khloe hers.
"If you remember correctly, I never listen to my crazy mother," Izzy grumbled.
"Yes, well you should still wear it," Khloe told her.
"Why? Just because my mother tells me to do something doesn't mean I am because my mother is bat-shit crazy!"
"Izzy, quarter. NOW!" Khloe held out her hand and Izzy reluctantly dropped a quarter in it.
"Stupid flippin swear jar." Izzy quietly snarled to herself. Khloe just smiled and they walked the rest of the way to the car silently. Izzy just glared at people as she passed them by. She was not a happy camper.
"Are we there yet?" Iz asked after about five minutes of driving.
"Iz, we get there when we get there. Don't ask stupid questions."
"But, then I wouldn't be Izzy," Iz shot back with a childish smirk on her face.
"Ain't that the truth," Khloe mumbled to herself.
"What was that, Miss Khloe Rose," Izzy asked, eyebrows raised.
"Nothing," Khloe grumbled.
"Didn't sound like nothing," Izzy urged Khloe.
"Ooh, look we're here," Khloe said quickly, trying to end the conversation. Izzy rolled her eyes.
"Don't think this conversation is over yet," Izzy told Khloe as she got out of the car.
"You guys made it!" Khloe and Izzy turned around to see Reid and the other guys walking toward them. "Caleb over here was getting worried." Caleb's glare contradicted that, but the girls chose to ignore it.
"I told you we'd come. You were doubting me?" Khloe said, playfully shocked. Izzy rolled her eyes at the flirty tone in Khloe's voice. A pretty blonde walked up, hooking her arm through Calebs.
"What are you? Whoops. I meant who." She said in a snotty voice. Khloe raised an eyebrow at her tone. She'd dealt with girls like this before and wasn't going to let some princess intimidate her. And neither would Izzy as she crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her hip in a pose identical to Khloe's.
"I'm Khloe." She said in a voice that she reserved for those people who you just didn't want to associate with.
"And I'm Izzy. My friends call me Iz...you can stick with Isabeau," She smirked.
"And who are you?" They said in an icy simultaneous voice.
"Is it just me or did things get a little chilly in here?" Reid said hoping to diffuse the tension. And failing. Miserably. Only Izzy shot him a look, like 'WTF?'.
Khloe and the blonde chick were still having a staredown. Izzy looked back and saw that the staredown was now just between Khloe and the blonde chick. Izzy knew it was going to be no use trying to get back in it, so she slowly started inching her way towards the guys. She stood next to Reid and leaned over to whisper in his ear. He leaned to hear what she had to say.
"Dude, 10 bucks on Khloe winning if this turns into a fight," Izzy said holding out her hand.
"Deal," He shook her hand.
"What's the blonde's name?" Izzy asked him.
"Sarah," He responded.
"Figures," She grumbled. He shot her a confused look.
"The name is so unoriginal," She explained.
"Listen," Sarah hissed. "I don't know who you two think you are. But you need to back away from my man."
"And maybe you should open your eyes. We just met them today. And 'your man' doesn't seem overly happy about you touching him," Referring to the stiffness of Caleb's body and the glare he was directing towards the arm touching him.
"Caleb wouldn't want to upset me. He's perfectly happy when I decide to talk to him or touch him. Not that I should have to explain it to you," She snarled.
Izzy could see Khloe just itching for a reason to tear Sarah's head off. Figuratively of course. Or maybe not.
"Hey, um Sarah is it? Maybe you should back off before Khloe beats your ass into the ground," Izzy told her. Izzy was about to say something else when she started coughing. Coughing a lot. Knowing something was wrong because she never coughs, Izzy started smelling the air. She smelt iron. 'Ah, shit' she thought to herself as she fell to her knees coughing. Khloe had told her to wear the necklace but she hadn't worn it. She vaguely felt a hand on her back. Khloe looked at Izzy with worry.
Izzy looked up, expecting it to be Khloe's hand on her back but found that it was in fact Reid. He grabbed her arm gently and dragged her away from the group. She tried to protest and fight back but couldn't. He stopped and turned her towards him so that they were facing each other. She suddenly felt energy and magic in the air and she looked up to find that his eyes were black as night with bursts of fire every now and then. She froze with realisation.
Those boys were the sons of Ipswich. One of last remaining clans of witches. She tugged away from him with a sudden burst of strength and started running.
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