"Swelling to New Sizes..." you instantly regretted reading it out loud.
"What's that?" he asked. "Some book about balloons?"
"I honestly have no idea, I just picked it up because I liked the cover." You held up the book so Bryce could see what you meant.
"Huh, well...Speaking of balloons. You're coming to Cassandra's birthday next week, right? Practically everyone's been invited."
You felt your face scrunch a little. You hated Cassandra. She was one of those prissy girls obsessed with material goods, the sort who didn't put a filter on her mouth when speaking to other people. "...I didn't know anything about it."
"Well," he patted on your shoulder. "I'm sure she's let you in if you come with me."
Maybe it was having your crushes' hand on your shoulder that made your heart suddenly skip a beat, but you found your mouth moving on its own. "I'd love to, Bryce!"
"Terrific! I'll swing by your place around noonish on Tuesday."
"Great...," your brain was now catching up to you.
"I'm going to go get my trunks. I'll meet you at all the pool in an hour, okay?"
~
The day went on as Bryce and you planned. You hung out at the pool for a little bit while Bryce jumped around in the deep end like he was a little kid. You were too embarrassed to be wearing a bikini, being the twig that you were, so you stuck to a one piece. At least Bryce didn't seem to mind.
You didn't even get the chance to look at the book you had bought until later in the evening. You were mostly caught up with the party you had agreed to go to.
"I don't even like that bitch," you mumbled to yourself as you fixed yourself a salad for dinner. "What in the world did I say yes?"
Bryce's casual smiling face flashed around your mind, reminding you why your brain had taken a five-o-clock coffee break. You supposed you could always just make up an excuse, but you didn't want to risk it. Being your neighbor, and a friend to all of your friends, Cassandra would probably take any excuse you gave Bryce as a sort of snub. She was so petty that she would probably hold a vendetta against you. But if you went...
Besides from being an airhead with no personality, Cassandra had a body that could rock a mini skirt. She was as skinny as you, but had also been blessed with big friends. The girl was practically built like a Barbie doll. And it didn't help that you caught Bryce glancing at her rack on occasion.
You groped yourself before chowing down on lettuce. "Who'd want big breasts, honestly?"
You weren't even fooling yourself, you knew that you carved to be the center of attention with a curvy body. But another dreaded thought occurred you, yanking you away from your big boobed fantasy.
"She's probably going to want a present or she's not gonna let me into the party..."
It was at that moment that you realized you had been eating your dinner on top of the bag containing the book you had bought earlier. You ran your fingers over the intricate carvings, it was only now you noticed they formed a sort of shape. It seemed...female?
You took a closer look. The etchings did look strangely like one of those fat female idols people would sometimes find in neanderthal caves. The pages were really delicate and old, the paper left dust on your fingers. You only glanced at the first page and read the wording out loud.
"Property of Marigold Underwood, Witch."
You rolled your eyes. A person like you would be the first to scoff at the unexplained like magic. You should have known this is what the store meant by spellbook section. Maybe you could fool Cassandra in taking this piece of junk off your hands for your birthday. Then again, there was no harm in reading further. Was there?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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