Telling Cal is the thing I decided to do first. It was at the top of my list and it did need to be done as soon as possible. But then again, so did Jenna. I saw her in the hallway on my way to see Cal.
"Jenna," I started. She stopped and turned to look at me. "I'm sorry I yelled at you yesterday. I was tired and there was a lot on my mind. I was selfish and…"
"Sophie, I understand. It's cool. You must tell me all about how it went with Cal last night."
"Actually, I've got to go see him," I said.
"Oh. Okay. You will tell me when you come back though."
"That's for definite," I told her, smiling. Great. That was one thing of my list. Now Cal. You see, Alexander Callahan, my boyfriend as of whenever, has always hidden his emotions, so it could be hard for me to gauge his reaction. He's not going to be happy. That's for sure. He might dump me on the spot. He might be upset that I never told him. He might already know. He might- I lost my train of thought because there he was, standing right in front of me. Shirtless. I think he'd just gotten out of bed or something because he had that bed-head that really looked hot on him. Honestly, not fair.
He reached up to scratch the back of his head, making all the muscles in his torso ripple. I would've melted on the spot if I hadn't been coming to confess about an ex. "Hey," he said to me.
"Hey," I kind of squeaked. He must've thought it was down to my infinite lust for him because he didn't seem fazed. He scooped me up into his arms and gently pressed his lips to mine. He had managed to brush his teeth, thankfully. The kiss deepened and went on for longer than either of us expected. I had to –very, very, very reluctantly- push him away so that we could talk.
"Cal?" I said, still in his arms.
"Yeah?" he replied, his eyes were wild and unfocused.
"Can we go to your room?" I asked. I wanted privacy for this conversation and I think we both need to sit down. But Cal stared at me with a look that made me wish I didn't have to tell him. His eyes looked at me, really stared at me. Then he said, "Why?" There was caution in his voice, but it hid something else. The thing that really made me regret my decision. It was lust. Pure undeniable, lust.
"We need to talk."
He led me to his room and sat me down on his bed – after clearing it of cushions.
"So what was it you wanted?" Honestly? Him to look at me that way he did in the hallway and us to come to his room for the reason we both wanted and… let's keep it PG.
"I wanted to talk to you about Archer."
"Your ex-boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"What about him? Has he tried to contact you? Are you still in love with him? W…"
"Wait! I was getting to that. No, I'm not in love with him, never was. Yes, he has contacted me, but that's not what we need to talk about."
"Have you been to see him?" Cal wasn't looking at me now. I must say this whole thing is rather out of character.
"Listen, I need to tell you what really happened between us."
"Why?" Now that he'd asked the question, I didn't know the answer. People don't generally tell each other the details of their past relationships, do they?
"I thought you needed to know."
"Sophie, I don't care if you slept with him. Actually I do. But it's not going to bother me. I've done things I'm not proud of, though it wasn't with the enemy…"
"What do you mean you've 'done things'?"
"You must've known that…that I'm not a virgin."
"Honestly, I thought you were the 'wait until marriage' type."
"I couldn't be. I'd have to marry you today if that were true." Then he kissed me deeply and pushed me back onto the bed.
"Cal, Wait." Cal was kissing my neck and as much as I didn't want to stop him – for the second time this morning, might I add.
"Yeah," he sounded exasperated, but I didn't think anything of it at the time.
"I didn't sleep with Archer," I said. Looking at him with all the seriousness I could muster up.
"Okay," he was indifferent, "do you want to talk about it? Because, I have to tell you, there is no blood in my head right now."
Whoa. This wasn't the Cal I knew. Quiet, cute, reserved Cal. This was a different Cal. And I didn't want to sleep with him. I got up off the bed and walked out the room, leaving him to call after me.
xXx
"Sophie!" My dad ran to catch up with me in the garden.
"Dad." He was a little out of breath when he caught up with me, so I stopped walking.
"I…need…your…"
"Dad, stop and breathe. You really ought to work out more." I waited whilst he controlled his breathing.
"Sophie, I found a crystal in the basement, so I started studying it. I later realized that it was making every emotion more intense. And now I need help putting it back."
"Why can't you do it? Back where?"
"I can't say out here. Come with me."
He looked around and then led me to a wall. He said something in French- I think- and drew a square shape on the wall with a claw he'd grown out of his fingernail. (Eww. Demon powers). The area in the square turned into a mirror, except there was something different about my reflection. I looked…darker, more…demonic.
"So I lied about the basement," dad said before taking my arm and pulling me through the mirror.
A/N: Yes, I have written another chapter. It's been a while, so I guess the story's veering off course. Originally, this was just meant to be how she occupied her time alternately with Cal whilst she was at the house. But everyone was going too OOC, so I needed an explanation. I haven't read the series in a while (not since spellbound came out actually) and I've lost the style. Enjoy anyway. I promise to make this light-hearted again, as soon as I'm done.