This choice: Become Your Own Girlfriend • Go Back...Chapter #14Become Your Own Girlfriend by: imaj   “I can’t use the new spell on Caleb or Keith without knowing what it does first,” you say. “So that only leaves your plan.”
“Ha,” exclaims the golem. “I knew it!”
“Shut up,” you shout at it.
The golem stares at you plaintively until you realise what the problem is.
“Ok, you can talk, but no more crowing.”
“Thanks boss. You know, you’re going to need to be careful when you get me into school that you don’t order me to do something stupid like that. Would be a bit of a giveaway. More importantly, who’s it going to be? How about Gloria Rea?”
“I said no cheerleaders.”
“Not even Yumi Saito?”
“No.”
“Mindy McAdams?”
“No.”
“Anna Randall?”
“Stop trying to guess,” you sigh. “None of those people are going to come down here if I ask them. I have a couple of ideas, but I’ll have to see what’s going to work tomorrow at school.”
“You are no fun at all,” says the golem. “Whatever happened to the old Will Prescott? The one that had fun and played practical jokes on all his friends?”
“He got mixed up in a life or death struggle with an evil wizard?”
“Good point,” says the golem. “Maybe I should just shut up again?”
“I’m going to need you to prepare the spell for when I arrive. Follow the instructions exactly as they are set out on my translation. Set it out on the table where I’ve marked the sigil already. Once you’ve don’t that finish polishing the last mask. I’m going to need both of them when I come back here after school tomorrow.”
“You got it boss.”
*****
“Hey Will,” whispers a voice to your right. “Can I borrow a pen?”
Cassie Harper is a friend, sort of. Since Mr Kowalski’s endlessly rotating seating schedule for your maths class moved her seat next to yours about a month ago, you started talking to each other. Well, she started talking to you. Cassie talks almost constantly all the time.
All.
The.
Time.
You’d assumed Kowalski moved her there simply because you wouldn’t talk to her. That lasted for a week before you finally broke and realised it was simpler to talk back. Surprisingly you discovered she’s quite likeable: She’s kind, listens attentively on the occasions she is quiet and can be funny too.
While she may not be the prettiest girl in the school, you cant help but compare the way she seems to be smiling permanently to near fixed scowl that people like Chelsea Cooper display on the rare occasions they see fit to talk to you. At nearly a foot shorter than you, with a slim figure, a cute spray of freckles across her nose and generally wearing loose fitting clothes, you tend to think of her more as a younger sister. Well, a nice younger sister, your actual yonger brother Robert is more some kind of monster.
“Will,” she says a little louder. “Hello?”
“Oh, right,” you mumble, handing her a spare pen from your bag.
She winks at you before returning to her work. You blush momentarily as two rows in front of you, Caleb turns round to give you two thumbs up and a cheesy grin. Bastard.
“Is there a problem Mr Johansson,” drawls Kowalski looking up from his marking.
“Um… no sir.”
You cant help but smirk. In the corner of your eye you can’t help but notice Cassie is giggling quietly too. You quietly tear a corner of paper out of your notebook and scrawl ‘want to meet up after school?’ onto it, passing it across. You’ve been on a couple of study dates with her before – her maths is terrible – so you figure she might agree. A minute later, she returns it with ‘would love to’ written on it in her own looping handwriting.
*****
“So why do you think it never got used,” asks Cassie as you lead her down the stairs to the basement.
“I asked my Dad once, a little while after I found my down here. Something to do with Fort Suffolk. Some big expansion planned years ago. The Saratoga Falls Education Board built it to accommodate the kids from military families. Expansion never happens and the school never gets used.”
“What a waste of money,” she says sniffily. “Just think of all the things they could have spent it on instead.”
“Like,” you ask.
“Free cakes for math’s classes,” she suggests uncertainly. “That would buy a lot of cakes. Or one really big cake several miles wide. We deserve compensation for having Kowalski inflicted on us. Still, it looks like a nice place to just hang out.”
“It is,” you agree as you approach the door. “Me, Caleb and Keith came down here a lot over the summer. Not so much recently, but I thought you might like it.”
“That’s really sweet of you. Wait up a sec,” she says, grabbing your arm from behind. Cassie walks round you, standing between you and the door, crinkling her nose before continuing. “There, I’m glad you brought me down here, I was beginning to think all you thought about was maths.”
“I’m not even that good at maths,” you say, puzzled.
“Will,” she says smiling as she looks up at you. “You say that but you make it all seem so much easier for me. I really should thank you properly.”
Cassie stands on her tip toes and kisses you. A gentle peck on the lips. You realise she is holding your hands.
“Oh…” you say as it slowly filters into your brain.
“Come on,” she says, turning round and opening the door.
She doesn’t get any further because the golem looms out the darkness and places a mask on her face. You have the sudden, horrible feeling that something has gone profoundly wrong.
*****
“What the fuck did you do that for,” you shout angrily at the golem.
“What,” it says, shrugging its shoulders. “I thought that was the plan.”
“We were about to have a makeout session. Couldn’t you have waited for five minutes?”
“Sure,” says the golem, waving its hand dismissively. “I’m sure she would have been ok with your cousin sitting in and watching it. Hell, maybe she’d have asked me to join in. If you were that desperate for a quick kiss and cuddle you could have asked me at any time. I’m the girl that can’t say no. In fact, I know for a fact you’ve had a crush on Umeko for years, so I’m actually kinda insulted that you haven’t taken advantage of me yet.”
“Real girls are worth more,” you state pointing at Cassie’s prone body. “And you damn well know I’m that fucking desperate.”
The golem pauses to think for a second.
“Yep, I see that now. Oh look,” it says, changing the subject. “The mask has come back out. She’s going to wake up in minute or two. Either we hall her over to the table or she wakes up and you get to explain what’s going on. Possibly including that you were just luring her down here to steal her life.”
“Borrow, it’s borrow her life damn it,” you say as you pick up Cassie by her shoulders. “Now get over here and help me move here. And you haven’t heard the last of this you useless heap of dirt.”
It’s simple to lift Cassie’s small frame over to the table where the new spell has been prepared. You whisper apologies to her as the golem pours the fuel on top. It hands you a book of matches.
“You better get a move on,” it says. “She’s starting to wake up.”
Hurriedly, you strike a match and toss it on top of Cassie.
Suddenly everything goes white.
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