Chapter 29 - Penelope and DeanA Chapter by emma-Skye- I paced the length of the
small room I shared with Penelope. She was my roommate in my witch training
school, and my closest friend here. But she didn’t even compare to Drey. She
was the best friend I’d ever had, and always will be. I glanced at the clock. Only
4:10. I wasn’t supposed to meet up with Andrea until five. We needed to sort
out all of our Chase issues, and we needed to do it the way best friends do:
break down and cry, and let out everything in hysterical little bubbles of
speech. That’s the way to do it. Penelope entered our room
and groaned. “Ugh, I have a huge test tomorrow and I’ve been too lazy to
study.” “Story of my life,” I
muttered under my breath. “What’s your test on?” “I have to perform a serious
of spells in under ten minutes.” “How many spells?”
“Oh.” Six spells was a lot
for less than ten minutes. Penelope was a year ahead of me, so she was
constantly scaring me with the things I’ll have to do next year. “Wanna help me practice?”
She gave me puppy dog face, and pouted her lips. “I can’t. I’m meeting
someone soon.” Too bad “soon” was just under an hour. She perked up. “A new man? I
cannot wait for you to stop crying over Chase.” I sighed and looked away.
“No, its Andrea.” “Oh, well, have fun.” I looked back over at
Penelope. She had the curliest hair ever. It framed her face nicely, even the
colour, which was a pale blonde. Her eyes were a faded blue, but they suited
her. There was nothing outstanding and eye-catching about Penelope, except
maybe her laugh. But nothing physical. She was an average girl, with an above
average sense of humour. She laughed at all my jokes, and was witty. Her laugh
was loud an obnoxious, but adorable at the same time. It stood out. “I will, thanks.” I grabbed my jacket and
decided to leave early. Maybe get a snack from the cafeteria or something.
Study for my own tests in the library. Sit somewhere and think about Chase. I
started to make my way down the long hallway, watching my feet hit the carpet
as I went. I almost bashed in Christi Hawn, but managed to dodge her before we
collided. I went down all the way to the library, sat in of the big bean bag
chairs, and just stared into space. Thoughts tumbled through my
jumbled mind, all revolving back to Chase and Andrea kissing. I wondered how
long it lasted. I wondered if she kissed back, or if he was doing all the work
while she stood there uselessly. I wondered if she liked it. I even wondered if
he still tasted like mint, like he had last time I’d kissed him. My stomach
ached when that line popped into mind. The
last time I’d kissed him. That had been so long ago, back when we were
innocent and didn’t know the meaning of the term “heartbreak.” Someone pulled up the other
beanbag chair beside me and dropped into it. I turned and smiled at Dean just
as he was flicking his brown hair out of his eyes. “Hey, Dean,” I said. “What’s up, loner?” he asked
me jokingly. I rolled my eyes, but
smiled. “Just thinking.” “About?” “Stuff.” “Thanks for trusting me,
Blue. Means a lot.” I punched his arm and
laughed. He started calling me Blue the second he learned my name was Skye. He
said that whenever he heard anyone say sky, his mind flashed blue, and since my
name was Skye, it only fit that I be named Blue. I didn’t mind. I thought the
nickname was quirky enough to fit me. Dean’s been another close
friend of mine for a few months now. We have broomstick lessons together, which
is where we met. He’s the joking friend I need when I’m down, and since
Andrea’s not there, and Chase isn’t an option, he’s my lifeline. I would be a
hell of a bigger mess if it weren’t for him. I’ve been trying to set him up
with Penelope for a few weeks, since it seems like he has some sort of thing
for her. He denies it every time I bring it up, but he’s always smiling and
blushing. “You’re welcome, Deany.” He groaned. “Please stop
calling me that.” I laughed, and gave him a
smirk. “But its so adorable!” He growled playfully and pretended
to slash my neck and kill me. I played along and fake-died. I was laughing
hysterically when the librarian came up to us and shushed me. I muffled my
giggles, but it was hard. I pulled out my phone to
check the time and was surprised to find it was already ten to five. “Crap. I’m
late! I gotta go, Dean. See you tomorrow.” He grabbed my arm as I was
getting up. “Where are you going?” “I’m meeting my friend
Andrea,” I explained. “She’s my best friend, the one I told you about.” “Can I come with?” he asked
me. I hadn’t ever imagined Dean
and Andrea meeting. They existed in two different worlds to me, and it felt
like they shouldn’t be allowed to meet. I’d vaguely told Andrea about Dean, but
not in detail. She only knew we were friends and hung out a lot on school
grounds. But I still shrugged and nodded at Dean. “I don’t see why not.” Dean smiled at me. “Good,
because I was coming anyways. I’m tired of only hearing about the amazing
Andrea. I want to meet her.” “Hopefully she’s not
possessed tonight,” I said and crossed my fingers, then held them up for Dean
to see. Yes, Dean knows Andrea’s a
ghombie whisperer. Yes, he believes me, despite what all the teachers say. I
tell this kid everything, and I mean everything.
He knows my menstrual cycle down pat these days. We started walking out of
the library when I saw Doug, that guy I pretended to like when I was still in
my must-win-back-Chase phase. He stared at me with hateful eyes, and I put my
head down in shame. I’d heard rumours that I had basically torn him apart with
my fake date with him. I had apologized dozens of times, but not once has he
accepted it. Dean noticed him too and leaned down close to my ear. He whispered, “Don’t make
yourself feel worse: ignore him, Blue.”
I nodded and kept going,
forcing myself to look straight ahead. Dean’s body brushed against mine as we
walked, and I breathed easier knowing he was there. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on December 25, 2011Last Updated on December 25, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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