Devils Roses 04 - Witch

stairs feeling more scared than she ever had. She felt vulnerable, as if she’d showed up naked.
    She couldn’t go to the party. It was a set up. Abbey wasn’t a part of the evil plan. They were using her to get to Ophelia. She nodded to herself as she walked. The plastic's hated her.
    People smiled at her, people she didn’t know. Guys winked. She felt her face start to sweat as she hurried to her locker. As she got the door open she took a deep breath. Everyone was in on the plan.
    “O can we talk for a second.”
    She looked up at the ceiling, “Seriously?” She muttered.
    She turned to face Jake. She was certain he was the hottest quarterback in the history of football. He filled all of the space in front of her. His shoulders were each double the size of her entire body. She trembled watching him look her up and own. His grin frightened her. He ran his hand through his dark blond hair. His chiseled features made him impossible to look at. He almost glowed with perfection.
    He was it all, tanned skin, winning smile, perfect dark blue eyes and six foot two at least. She had seen him in swim class. She blushed remembering what lie innocently beneath his black t-shirt and jeans. His body looked carved and unreal.
    “Hi.” She spoke abruptly, trying desperately to focus on anything but the memory of him in swimming trunks. His abs with droplets of water running down them.
    “Pretty crazy what happened yesterday hey. No one really remembers what happened exactly? They said it was like lightning hit the window.”
    She shrugged, desperate to not talk about it, “I don’t know, maybe.”
    “Paulson’s out for the last few weeks and probably won’t be back next year. You rock. Marie said you might have a poltergeist from the Ouija board. Like Paranormal Activity and shit.”
    She nodded, “Oh.” She felt her breath freaking out like she had asthma.
    He licked his lips, “Can I pick you up at eight for the party at Lance’s?”
    She shook her head, “Oh uhm no thanks.” Her forehead was sweating. She just wanted him to go away. She wiped her forehead with her sleeve, “I’m not going.”
    He put his hands on either side of her, backing her completely against the locker, “You have to go.”
    She nodded, hypnotized by his eyes, “I do.” Her words were a whisper.
    He nodded again, charming every inch of her, “I will pick you up at eight.”
    Her breathing had taken flight into the realm of uncontrollable, “You will pick me up.”
    He laughed and leaned into her. He feather kissed her cheek. His plump lips pressed against her flushed, no doubt sweaty, cheek. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t be certain, but she might have wet herself.
    He pushed himself off the locker making a sound, a growl? She turned back to her locker, desperate to hold on to her emotions. She gripped the metal of the door for a microsecond and took long soothing breaths.
    She closed her locker and walked to the bathroom as quickly as she could.
    “Uh hooker was that Jake kissing you on the cheek?”
    She turned to see Mackenzie and Naomi following her in to the bathroom. They wore matching long sleeve white t-shirts with a dark face smeared on them.
    She scowled at them both and walked in to the bathroom, “Where the hell have you two been? God Maria tried to kill me with kindness and everyone thinks I’m totally awesome for almost killing Paulson and Jake just kissed me and I think I'm being haunted by Emily Roses or her ghostly demons.”
    Mack sighed, “You weren’t answering the phone or texts last night, what do you expect from us?”
    She blushed, "Throwing rocks at my window?"
    She looked in the mirror at herself, her pale skin was flushed making her face crimson. Her dark hair was matted with perspiration. She pulled an elastic from her pocket and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. The curly hair looked tame as she dragged the moisture back and across the top of her head to smooth the frizzies. She looked at her face again. She had always thought herself pretty, not beautiful but pretty. She had a flaw. A major one. One she actually liked about herself, her eyes were different colors. The right was a dark, almost black blue and the other was light blue.
    Mack pointed to her dark eye, “O it looks angrier today.”
    "It's my nervous eye."
    Noams laughed, "Dude seriously though, we called like eighty times."
    She smiled at her best friends in the mirror, “I was hiding last night. My mom and dad are