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Authors: Dale Mayer [paranormal/YA]
Tags: Young Adult, Paranormal & Urban
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know."
"I've noticed."
Storey watched from the landing as Eric smiled at her mom, then she took the stairs two at a time. He followed her up. At the top landing, he glanced at her, a questioning look in his eyes. "Problems?"
"No." She led the way to her room.
At her doorway, she paused. Had she put her underwear away? How humiliating if she hadn't. With a grimace and a deep breath for courage, she flung the door wide and stepped inside. Her sketchbook lay on the floor, just as she'd left it. Pointing it out, she stood back and watched him approach it. One thing was for sure, from the care he took with the sketch, he might actually believe her.
She couldn't help leaning back against the wall, a little stunned at the realization that she had a guy in her bedroom. Wow. Kind of cool. Then again, she was behind the times. Many girls at school were already having sex. Of course, there were those with parents who would freak if they saw a guy in their daughter's bedroom, too. Her mom had let Eric waltz right in.
"So where's the stylus?"
"Stylus? You mean the pencil?" Why would he call it that?
"Right. Where is it?"
"In my bag." She slid the bag off her shoulder and pulled the ties open. Rummaging through, she remembered that she'd stuffed the pencil in her pocket. Pulling it out, she handed it to him.
He snatched it up, then dropped it immediately. "Ouch." It landed on the floor and rolled several feet.
"What is your problem?" She scrambled to pick it up. "It's a pencil, not a knife or a bomb." Straightening, she sat down and held it out for him again. His response was tentative at best. Narrowing her eyes, she watched him grasp it as if the stupid thing was going to bite him. She had to admit seeing it in his hand made her nervous, like she was in danger of losing something precious. After a tense moment, she said, "Hand it over."
"What?" He stared, mesmerized. "Awesome pencil. I'd love to have one myself."
Something about the way he said it made her uneasy. Yeah, he'd like to have one, but not a different one, he wanted hers.
"Now."
He looked up at her, his jaw line firming, squaring as if fighting himself over her demand. For a moment she wasn't sure he was going to give the pencil back, then he tossed it her way. As her fingers closed around it, relief coursed through her. Now she knew how that old hobbit had felt in the Lord of the Rings movie when he got back the ring. She frowned at the whimsical thought. Except this wasn't a magical pencil.
A light bulb went off in her head.
She was an idiot...because that's exactly what it was. The pencil had to be magic. How else could she walk through a sketch? She couldn't, unless she'd used something special to make it.
"Where's the blow up picture you did?"
Startled, Storey tried to focus on Eric now standing in front of her.
Storey pointed out the book off to the left on her computer desk. He picked it up and made a weird sound.
"You're acting really strange, you know that?"
"Am not." He turned the pages, studying each intently, his face filled with conflicting emotions. Something about his demeanor made her uneasy. His stare struck her as too intense, his spine too stiff, his attention too focused. She kept her eyes trained on him as he meticulously checked out her book.
He sucked in his breath, the color draining from his cheeks. After a long moment he spun to stare at her, his eyes gone the color of obsidian. "When did you draw this one?"
"Last night. After we talked. I actually haven't taken a look at it since." She leaned forward, but was at the wrong angle to see it clearly.
Eric stared at her in horror and started whispering some kind of weird chant. She'd heard plenty of spells being cast over the last few years, yet she'd never heard anything like what he was speaking. "Are you a Wiccan?" she asked curiously, when he took a breath.
Pale and shaking, he shook his head. His voice hoarse, he said, "You have no idea what you've done."
" I've done? I
"I've noticed."
Storey watched from the landing as Eric smiled at her mom, then she took the stairs two at a time. He followed her up. At the top landing, he glanced at her, a questioning look in his eyes. "Problems?"
"No." She led the way to her room.
At her doorway, she paused. Had she put her underwear away? How humiliating if she hadn't. With a grimace and a deep breath for courage, she flung the door wide and stepped inside. Her sketchbook lay on the floor, just as she'd left it. Pointing it out, she stood back and watched him approach it. One thing was for sure, from the care he took with the sketch, he might actually believe her.
She couldn't help leaning back against the wall, a little stunned at the realization that she had a guy in her bedroom. Wow. Kind of cool. Then again, she was behind the times. Many girls at school were already having sex. Of course, there were those with parents who would freak if they saw a guy in their daughter's bedroom, too. Her mom had let Eric waltz right in.
"So where's the stylus?"
"Stylus? You mean the pencil?" Why would he call it that?
"Right. Where is it?"
"In my bag." She slid the bag off her shoulder and pulled the ties open. Rummaging through, she remembered that she'd stuffed the pencil in her pocket. Pulling it out, she handed it to him.
He snatched it up, then dropped it immediately. "Ouch." It landed on the floor and rolled several feet.
"What is your problem?" She scrambled to pick it up. "It's a pencil, not a knife or a bomb." Straightening, she sat down and held it out for him again. His response was tentative at best. Narrowing her eyes, she watched him grasp it as if the stupid thing was going to bite him. She had to admit seeing it in his hand made her nervous, like she was in danger of losing something precious. After a tense moment, she said, "Hand it over."
"What?" He stared, mesmerized. "Awesome pencil. I'd love to have one myself."
Something about the way he said it made her uneasy. Yeah, he'd like to have one, but not a different one, he wanted hers.
"Now."
He looked up at her, his jaw line firming, squaring as if fighting himself over her demand. For a moment she wasn't sure he was going to give the pencil back, then he tossed it her way. As her fingers closed around it, relief coursed through her. Now she knew how that old hobbit had felt in the Lord of the Rings movie when he got back the ring. She frowned at the whimsical thought. Except this wasn't a magical pencil.
A light bulb went off in her head.
She was an idiot...because that's exactly what it was. The pencil had to be magic. How else could she walk through a sketch? She couldn't, unless she'd used something special to make it.
"Where's the blow up picture you did?"
Startled, Storey tried to focus on Eric now standing in front of her.
Storey pointed out the book off to the left on her computer desk. He picked it up and made a weird sound.
"You're acting really strange, you know that?"
"Am not." He turned the pages, studying each intently, his face filled with conflicting emotions. Something about his demeanor made her uneasy. His stare struck her as too intense, his spine too stiff, his attention too focused. She kept her eyes trained on him as he meticulously checked out her book.
He sucked in his breath, the color draining from his cheeks. After a long moment he spun to stare at her, his eyes gone the color of obsidian. "When did you draw this one?"
"Last night. After we talked. I actually haven't taken a look at it since." She leaned forward, but was at the wrong angle to see it clearly.
Eric stared at her in horror and started whispering some kind of weird chant. She'd heard plenty of spells being cast over the last few years, yet she'd never heard anything like what he was speaking. "Are you a Wiccan?" she asked curiously, when he took a breath.
Pale and shaking, he shook his head. His voice hoarse, he said, "You have no idea what you've done."
" I've done? I
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