Chapter Fifteen

We're finally gonna learn about Stella! Takes place a week after chapter fourteen. (There's a flashback in italics. :D)

I couldn't believe what happened last week. That was so close, my heart is still freaking out inside my chest. Buh bum, buh bum. I held my hand to my chest some. I looked up to the apartment building and smiled. This was home to me. I took out a little envelope and sliped it into the slot by the main desk area after I entered. I was able to keep my apartment for another month. I smiled to the clerksman with my winning smile and headed up.

 

I scanned the doors, making sure I didn't go in the neighbor's room by mistake. It was pretty late, and I was tired. I mean, really tired. I finally found the right room and ploped on the bed. I lived alone, so I could have done whatever. I knew what I should be doing: finding a way to fix Ryan's condition. I put my hands behind my head. It was what he wanted, and I just want to make things right. I remember how stupid I felt the night it happened...

 

I was standing in the street, wondering where my apartment was. I was new to this part of the mid-west, and I was just lost. I whispered to myself a transportation spell. It was supposed to put me behind the apartments. If I appeared in the middle of the crowd, I'd be found out. I must have said something wrong, because I stumbled in a residential yard. I looked around, wondering where I was. It was dark, but I knew this wasn't the right place. I was choking with fear, unaware of my location. I tried saying the spell aloud this time, "Take me where I wish to be."

 

Something went horribly wrong. I choked in mid-sentence and nothing happened. I looked around, wondering if something happened. A light went on in the room of the house. I heard a scream and someone came to the window. I recognized him instantly. I knew he was the girl who told me my outfit was a halloween costume. I must have accidentally said the gender spell! I whispered a transport spell in a rush, and appeared behind him to explain everything.

 

I felt like crap. I am probably the worst witch known to man. I probably apologized a hundred times. Ryan told me it was okay a hundred times, but I knew deep down that he didn't forgive me. I am not sure how I feel about Ryan. It's wierd, but since I met him, I've been feeling... wierd. And when Alex kissed him that day about a week ago... my heart was pulled out of my chest.

 

Well, that's how it felt. What does this mean? I never felt that way towards anybody before. Should I be worried? I sought out Derek for advice, as strange as it sounds. He told me emotions are "really f*cking confusing." I thought it over and read about it online. After reading, I began to wonder if the answers were what I felt... the answer was love.

 

Could it be that I'm in love with Ryan?