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A high school student finds a grimoire that shows how to make magical disguises. |
Previously: "Friends in Odd Places"  You glance over at Javits. The blood is rushing up his cheeks, and the hair atop his scalp is starting to stand on end. "Come on," you growl at him as you get to your feet. "There's nicer places to enjoy a beer." He scrambles up after you, looking both angry and confused. "Where are you going?" Chelsea cries out in a faux-innocent voice. "I thought we were all going to hang out!" "Sure," you retort. "You and Gordon can hang out here, me and Seth'll hang out somewhere else." With a hand on his shoulder, you steer Javits for the door. "Fucking cunt," you mutter when you're on the stairs. "What was she talking about in there?" Javits asked. "She wasn't talking about anything. That was just her way of telling us she wanted us to fuck off so she could be alone with Gordon." "Did something happen to Cindy?" You fix him with a glance. "The fuck you care?" He stares, then flushes and hangs his head. "Because the sooner you don't care about Cindy," you tell him, "the sooner Chelsea won't have that lever she can use on you. I only got you out of there 'cos I didn't want you saying something in front of Gordon that you'd regret." He stares at the floor all the way to the door. Outside, he mutters something. "What'dja say?" you ask. "I said, Thanks," he repeats. "Yeah, I'd'a said something that fucked things up." "Sure, and you'da had the right to. Fucking cunt," you repeat. "Trouble is, she's untouchable, long as she's with Gordon. But listen, you and me at least can talk about it." You clap him on the shoulder. "When it was Lynch up there, I was by myself." * * * * * He has to get home for dinner pretty soon, so you part for the day. At your house, you eat, do a little lazy free-throwing, then retire to your bedroom to do homework. At around eight, your phone buzzes with a call from Chelsea. "Hey," you murmur into it when you answer. "Oh God," she giggles, "that was so funny with Seth this afternoon. What did you say about me after you left?" "I told him you were fucking cunt but we couldn't do anything about you on account of Gordon." She laughs. "And what do you really think about me?" "I think I want to fuck you until you scream, and then I want to screw myself down inside you and kiss you all over until you turn to putty." "Oh God, that was so great this afternoon!" She moans. "And that was even before Coach Tesla told me that Cindy quit the squad! If Seth hadn't been there, I'd'a told Gordon to go home and we'd have done it all over again!" "I'll tell Javits to fuck off tomorrow after practice." "Mm, don't do that, I might be busy tomorrow." "Doing what?" "Don't know yet. It depends. I might have stuff for Gary to do, and I should be the one doing it." She pauses. "You said you'd fuck me no matter what I looked like." "That'd be kind of a high hurdle." "I wanted to fuck you when you were Yumi." "Let me get into Yumi again, and I'll fuck you even if you look like Chen." She giggles. "But I want you to be the one who's hard, Will. Real hard!" That's the signal for some real dirty talk. You try to carry on with your homework while murmuring and muttering about what you'd like to do to her, but eventually you have jump over onto your bed and give Chelsea (and yourself) your full attention. * * * * * Brenda stops you with a wan but hopeful look the next morning when you saunter into first. "Um ... Are we still, uh, up for studying tomorrow night?" she asks. "Yes." "Because—" She catches herself, and takes a deep breath a couple of times. "Could we do it at my place? In the dining room?" She has the look now of a golden retriever asking for a treat. "Sure, wherever you want. What time?" "Um ... Seven-thirty?" "Sure. Or I can come by early and take you out again. No place fancy, just McDonalds or like that." The you tilt your head. "Are you alright?" you ask. "I'm fine." She smiles as best she can, and you continue on to your seat. She must be feeling the pressure from her friends, you decide. But that's okay. As long as she doesn't bring it up and you don't acknowledge it, it won't make a difference. * * * * * There's lots of gossip during lunch. Cindy and all of her friends—who as cheerleaders felt the pressure to sit there with Chelsea and her gang—have cleared out, leaving the space dominated by guys. But orbiting as they do around Gordon and Chelsea, they are as interested in the doings on the squad as any girl could be. Only now they have to ask directly about what's going on, instead of letting the other girls do the talking while they eavesdrop. You eavesdrop too, though you pretend to be much more interested in everything else going on in the cafeteria. The gist is that Cindy, Eva, and Jessica are all off the squad, and Lin and Yumi are threatening to quit. Chelsea had been planning to bring Kelsey Blankenship back onto the squad when it was just Eva and Jessica who had to go. But now she might have to hold tryouts, because there might be as many as five spaces to fill, and Kelsey definitely won't be filling one of them. "It's on account of what happened with Cindy and Eva and Jessica," Kendra explains as she walks out of the cafeteria with you after lunch. "You know about them being caught with weed in their lockers, right?" "Yeah. I never heard how it got there, though," you lie. "You think they didn't bring it in?" Kendra asks puckishly. You give her a look. "Well, they didn't," she goes on. "Someone put it in their lockers, then told the administration." "Lemme guess, it was Chelsea." "Unh!" she exclaims. "I know everyone's been saying that, but it wasn't!" "Sure." "It wasn't, Steve," she insists. "I would've known if it was, and I'd tell you if it was. But it wasn't." "So who was it?" "It was Kelsey." You stop and turn to her. "No way," you snort. "Uh huh! Chelsea says she'd been talking to Kelsey about coming back on the squad if there was ever a vacancy. But there never was and there never was. Then, suddenly— Pfft!" Kendra flutters a slim hand through the air. "Bye-bye Eva, bye-bye Jessica, bye-bye Cindy! Now there's room for Kelsey and two other girls Kelsey can boss around." "So where'd you hear this?" "From Chelsea." "And you believe her?" She gives you a look. "Chelsea told us yesterday, on the squad," she says, "about how she'd been talking off and on to Kelsey for weeks about bringing her back. Though personally, just between you and me—" She cups her hand to the side of her mouth, as though miming a confidence. "I think she just said something to Kelsey once, one time, just to fuck with her. No way Chelsea was ever gonna bring Kelsey back onto the squad. Nuh-uh! No way she'd have done anything to Cindy and the girls if it meant she'd have to bring Kelsey back!" "But what makes you think Kelsey did it? 'Cos you're basically saying that Kelsey did it in order to force Chelsea's hand." "She did! On account of— It's a long story, you ain't heard?" She shakes her head in wonder at your ignorance. "So, Gary Chen, you know?" she says. "He's on the soccer team with Marc, and he was all pissed about Marc gettin' caught with weed same as his sisters. But you know he deals, and he sells to this guy Martin, who's a friend of Kelsey's. Anyway, Gary did the math in his head, had a talk with Martin, and Martin let spill it was Kelsey who put him up to planting that stuff in the girls' lockers! Or something like that." She flaps her hands dismissively. Well, you don't exactly follow what was going on, but you see enough of the pieces in the right-enough positions that you can guess more or less how Chelsea managed it. Aloud, you only say, "Huh." Kendra has followed you inside the gym, and you're both standing at the foot of the stairs. With a hooded look, she asks, "What are you doing now?" "Was gonna do some studying up in the—" You point up the stairs. "It's my free period. Unless you want to—" She shakes her head, and her manner turns very tentative. "Main reason I followed you out," she says, "is that— Well— Chelsea talked to me about something else. About ... Seth." "Yeah?" She nods. "She, um— She said that he's got a lot of tension since breaking up with Cindy. She said he's gonna be on the rebound." Ah, you think. Chelsea's ahead of me here, too. Aloud, you only say, "Yeah, probably." She twists on her feet. Then in a rush: "She says he's gonna hurt any girl he tries hooking up with right away because it's just a rebound thing, so he needs to get with a girl who isn't interested in him and won't mind. Someone who'll just, um, 'relieve the tension', and then he can go looking for—" She bites her lip and looks terrified. You grip her by the shoulders. "Whatever happens," you tell her, "it's not gonna change anything between us. Actually—" You kiss her on the top of her head. "I was kind of expecting Chelsea would try setting you and him up." You bend over to kiss her deeply. She throws her arms around your neck as she returns the kiss. * * * * * "So you know what I was thinking, Will," Chelsea says a couple of hours later as she sprawls naked across your chest. "We're gonna have to have tryouts for the squad. You want some tryouts for your own?" "Like what?" "Like we make masks of all the girls who try out? Then I could be each of them with you whenever you want!" Next: Coming soon! Check back! |
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