Sandra
Cornerstone high school was overcrowded with many pupils. News travelled fast that Jake and I were a couple even as we were not. I felt offended. I mean what was there to like about the guy? He was a snob and he wasn't that hot as some of the girls said. It was embarrassing how they would drool over him... I didn't understand what they saw there. I admit, Jake and I had made it a habit to walk at the school premises together. We ate together during lunch and even went to the school library together. Perhaps that's why people considered us a couple. Well I was uncomfortable with that, neither was Peter..I think. He was growing distant from us. And that was worrying me"I managed to get three tickets to see the famous Hayden that you've been telling me about." Said Jake, placing the tickets on the table. I was filled with so much excitement that I screamed out loud without intending to do so. I had such a big crush on Hayden. My favourite musician of all times. "Oh my God. How did you, I thought they were all sold out." I asked, curious. Jake fixed his posture and raised his chin up. I felt slightly annoyed by that. "I have plenty of friend's." The snob answered with confidence eminating from his voice. I could see Peter was annoyed. I couldn't keep in in anymore. I didn't know what to make of his agitating behaviour. "What's wrong with you?" I blurted out. Peter eyed me for a while. "Nothing." He replied, his voice laced with doubt. "No. I don't believe that. Did Jake and I do something offensive to you?" "Of course not." Peter stood from his chair and grabbed his backpack. "You guys have fun at the concert, I have other plans on that day." I was surprised. This was the first time Peter walked away from a grande opportunity. "But you seemed very excited about it. You said you'd be free on the day of the concert.""I know what I said. I hadn't bought any tickets because I was planning to be there. Now if you excuse me. Jess needs me." I watched as my friend walk away. Jake looked at me with pity. "I wanted us to watched the Hayden concert together with him..." I said. Jake drove me to my place. I was relieved that classes for the day had ended, Moreover because I was finally at home. "Don't worry too much about Peter. He's probably stressing about Jess." The snob assured me, just before driving away. My body felt heavy, so was my brain. I was starting to worry about my friend. Being that stressed about Jess was turning him into a monster or maybe it was because he just loved her too much and afraid that he was going to lose her. But again that would be impossible. The last time we saw her, she was better. She didn't show signs of dangerous injury. She had healed.Jake
I couldn't believe Sandra actually accepted to go with me to the concert. Things were turning really smooth on my side. We were growing closer and closer. However there was something disturbing me. I had sensed something bad from Peter. There was something different about him. He had a scent that reminded me of someone, wait it was Jess. Had they been running against one another? It was possible. Anyway, they were probably a thing by then. If only he knew what Jess was. I wish I could tell him, she was a witch. But I know no one would believe me. I needed evidence to prove it. But for now all I wanted to do was to reminisce about Sandra. She had somehow became my addiction. Yet she didn't know. As I was taking a much needed swim in the pool, I heard a noise. Someone was at the gate. I lifted my body out of that water.. My heart was pounding. I was ready to kill. But then I realised from the scent that it was a friendly. Paul walked to my direction. I stood my ground. Like a dog waiting steadily to see him. "Your senses are improving." Said the coach. "There was nothing wrong with them." I spoke defensively. "I meant while you're inside the water. You're dripping. Here!" Paul threw me a towel and I began to wipe off all the water from my body. Paul chuckled. "You know it's good that you're making steps to improve in your senses." Was he complimenting me? Wow. That's a first. "Well I want to be strong enough to protect Sandra when she gets in trouble one day." I said boldly. Coach raised an eyebrow.. "Protect her from what?" I did not want to make it into an issue but I had to be sure Sandra was going to be safe. I needed that assurance. "Her friend, Peter. He's dating the Winslow daughter." I blurted out. "As in the witch family?" I nodded. "Why didn't you tell me this before. Where does he live?" "What do you want to do to him?" "Tell him what Jess is all about." Said the coach. "But telling him alone won't be enough. He will need prove. Peter is an assertive guy. I've hanged out with him a couple of times. Evidence matters more to him than anything else." "Well we can't stand here and do nothing." Paul was right. I couldn't just stand there and worry. We had to do something. I grabbed my phone and made some calls on my phone. Since this was a human settlement. Howling in the neighborhood during the day was risky. It would expose our kind. I grabbed something decent to wear. A Jean, a vest and some sneakers were just about right. The entire pack members arrived a few minutes later at the house. Paul was the one to make the announcement since he was my father's beta. Paul cleared his voice. "I'm sorry to call you all like this. But this is an emergency and has to be dealt with tonight. There are rumours that Jess Winslow has recovered from her "accident". Which means she'll want to avenge herself or worse. Now a new problem has come forth. When our friends as well as family is threatened, we step in and protect them from harm. It is how we do thing's. It is in our nature to do so. A friend of the family is under threat. We believe that if we don't scare her off then she is likely to hurt our friend." Coach explained. The werewolves began to look at one another in disbelief. One of them whose name was Zachariah raised his hand. "Who is this friend that you're referring to. Is she from another pack?" He asked. Paul eyed me. I could see the tension he was feeling in his eyes alone. "She's a human and I want her to be kept safe." I blurted out. The werewolves looked at me with disgust and some were even complaining. "Well in that case, I ask that I may not be involved in this madness. I refuse to betray the rules of our kind to gain favours." Said Zachariah. The others agreed with him. But their reaction displeased coach more than it did me. He growled angrily and the room was in silence"This is not a discussion that you should debate on, it's not a request either. You will all participate in helping protect this human and reporting anything to me that needs to be told. You will do these things because Alpha Daniel is not here, but his beta is." Paul pressed. The werewolves stopped complaining. They all listened as Paul gave them instruction each on what they had to do. Each of us had a task to fulfil that for the evening of that day.Sandra I found it hard to sleep without at least resolving things with Peter. We have always been close friends. I wondered what was happening to us. I didn't like how bad things were becoming. Our friendship was on rocky ice. It was unstable. I wondered if Jake was the culprit. But then again, how could he? He had been so kind to the both us. That he would even suggest that the three of us go and watch Hayden together. It just didnt make any sense. So if Jake wasn't the problem then who was? I wondered. Suddenly, I received a call. The number was blank. Out if curiousity. I decided to answer it. "Jake is not a good boy, he's an animal. He can be slaughtered easily, but we live forever." Said a voice, it sounded machine operated. I was shocked. I felt the need to contact the snob, can you imagine? I was surprised because he actually answered."Sandra, is that you?".I felt slightly irritable "Its a ghost from another planet." I teased.. Jake did not laugh but was silent. I cou
Peter I had been moody for some time. I didn't understand what was happening to me. Ever since Jess was in an accident, I had been stressed for her. I had always had a crush on her. She had that fire in her. The kind of strength that attracted me. She was of course attractive as well. I loved her brown eyes and her rustic her and that Rock and roll look she would put on. It suited her and that personality she had. But most of all I loved the fact that she was kind to others. When I found out that she was involved in helping at an old age home I was smitten. I knew that she was the one for me. A selfless beauty queen. I knew I had to make her mine. I didn't even have to confess my feelings for her. I just did good things for her.. then one day, she just kissed me and gave me a gift. A ring. She probably wanted me to think of it as a promise ring. I kept her word and kept it a secret from everyone to respect her wishes. Instead of putting it on my finger, I placed it around my neck for
SandraMy body was feeling strained because of all my long continuous thinking. I just couldn't stop worrying about Peter. He had been acting strange for weeks, withdrawing from our usual activities and spending more and more time with Jessica. Hold on! Ever since those two have started dating, Peter had been acting strange. I mean, I'm happy that they are a couple now, even as I've never seen them walk together in public. But it's unfair how the only friend I've ever known is treating me now. I don't know what could be the reason for his hatred towards me. You'd swear I did something. Or does he think I despise his girlfriend? Peter and I had always been very close. I could feel the tears in my eyes just thinking about what he and i used to do together. When i was 8 years old, my frog Alfie was murdered by one of the Finley sisters, Alice . She had made it seem like a mere accident but Peter had seen everything. Everyone was afraid of reporting Alice to the principal because she ha
Jess What had just happened? was the question running in my mind. I had done all according to how the ritual is said to be done. Peter was supposed to be obedient. My mother suddenly entered the living room. She was in awe, like me. "What was Peter doing here?" She asked. I could feel my body heating up. "He knows what I am!" I shouted. "What! How could he have known?" My mother shouted, angrily. "He caught me when I was trying to enchant him with a spell." I could see the disappointment in my mother's eyes "I can't believe this. Now I have to clean up for your mess, again!" She said. "You want to kill him?" I asked, worried. "Yes. If I don't. Everyone in this community will come for us and we will all be dead." Just then, George burst into the room, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear. "I just saw Peter driving away angrily. Are you having problems with him?" My father asked. "What did he say to you?" I asked, my heart racing."He said nothing. He looked at me
Sandra What is going on here? My heart wondered. I hadn't expected to see Jake until Monday. Moreover, seeing him with my mother was bizarre. Knowing her, she probably wanted to know more about Jake's background. Her smile made me even more uncomfortable. I wondered what kind of interrogation was taking place before I even stepped into the room. Alas, will her detective waging curiousity ever end? "Jake?" I exclaimed. The snob stared at me with a smile. He seemed uneasy, his right forefinger kept tapping. My mother however seemed calm and very proud. She was seated uprightly. "How come you never told me about how interesting your friend is. He's a really good role model for your peers." Said Estelle. I became even more worried. "Mom I hope you'll find everything you need in there. Jake let's go outside." I said, leaving the grocery bags on the table. My mother motioned that she was keeping her eye on me. I felt irritated by the notion. I led the snob away from the house as I c
JakeThe sun had just disappeared when I arrived back home. Somehow I had wished that my day with Sandra would never end. She's always been interesting. She unlike every other girl I've met, did not seem gullible and simple to throw herself at me. She was fierce as well as brave enough to speak her mind. I still can't believe we nearly kissed. I could hear the sound of her heartbeat. Her skin glowed so beautifully in the sun. I couldn't contain my yearning for her. I wanted a taste of her love. A kiss would unlock our feelings for each other but her heart would be a fine reward. As I was reminiscing about Sandra, i suddenly had footsteps approach the gate to the house. I looked at the camera screen and realised it was Paul. "What's he doing here?" I wondered. I unlocked the door with a remote control and headed downstairs to meet with the coach. He was relieved to see me, but I could sense there was more to his visit then meets the eye. "Make yourself at home!" I remarked. Coach m
PeterI had been trying to reach Sandra for two days but she never even returned any of my missed calls. I didn't blame her. That's what I deserved. Afterall I was rude to her and Jake. I had seen her at school but I tried to keep my distance as I was afraid of telling her what Jake was. It wasn't my place to do so especially because he was protective of her and knew more than I thought I knew. Things I thought I knew about Jess that were hidden from me. My head was able to reason better after I took out the necklace. But I still needed clarity, I needed answers as to why my girlfriend would keep her identity a secret from me. I approached my locker, eager to grab my books and attend the next class. But as I opened the door, i found a letter tucked inside. It was from Jess. My heart skipped a beat as I began to go through the word's written. "Hey. I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to scare you off like that. I am a witch. Its a part of my family's history and I don't know
Jess It was around 3pm when one of the workers from the Winslow diner arrived with the order I had made. I had promised my mother I would pay her money by the end of the day and she knew I always delivered on my promises. Even though my parents had established their business many years ago, the goal remained the same. To make us look like a regular family instead of dangerous witches that do not mind using their powers to gain all the money they can. Hence we live in a mansion, instead of an ordinary all American shack. We had maintained this sort of lifestyle for many years and it worked wonders for us. I carefully and neatly set the table for the guests i had been expecting. I wondered if their hearts were as cruel as me. My conniving thoughts, were disturbed by a bell ringing. I lifted my hands and opened the door in open space. Witches didn't have to touch the doorknob to open. My three guests had finally arrived. I pulled out an apron from the drawer by the flip of my hand and