Piper stands next to Blake holding the set of blue bags in her hands. She throws one in the air. It sails to the opposite board and sinks into the hole. She smiles, throwing her hands up in the air as Blake groans and laughs. He puts an arm around her shoulders, grabbing the rest of her bags and throwing them in the air while she playfully pushes him away.
My hand holding my cup shakes and soda sloshes onto my skin. The cool night air heats around my skin as my magic swirls below the surface. Somehow, I maintain control but just barely. I’m like Saphira in Eragon the first time she breathed fire. Pissed and ready to fight. And it’s not Blake who I want to send things flying at this time.
I stare at Piper shaking my head.
(Note to self: She wanted to come to the party. She just didn’t want to come with me.)
“Great surprise, Ig.”
“Shit.” He frowns. “Give me a sec, I’ll get rid of Blake. He must have gotten here while we were talking inside.”
“Forget it.” Still staring at Piper, I dump out my cup in the grass and hand it to Iggy. “I’m outta here.”
“Wait, she’s not interested in Blake, She’s not—”
“Yeah. She’s not. Not interested in me either.”
Piper turns her head toward us and meets my gaze. She smiles and waves but must finally get a clue. Her smile fades and her mouth opens into an oh shit circle.
I glare back for a second then turn and walk away, past my best friend telling me to wait, past Melody and Ky kissing by the fire, through the kitchen, and out the front door.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it as I get into my car and pull away.
Just for once, I want something to go right for me. All the bullshit magic I read in books works for everyone else. Harry beats Voldemort. Gandalf beats the balrog. Arthur gets the sword.
But what do I get? I get lied to. By Piper. By everyone. Even my parents.
Pressing on the gas, I speed toward my house. It’s time I make a move that could work for me. Something that can get me at least one thing I want, even if it isn’t the thing I want most. Since it looks like the only romance I’ll get is in books, I might as well make the environment more enjoyable.
Piper’s beautiful face floats through my mind and my stomach sinks. Maybe she doesn’t want Blake, but she doesn’t want me either.
(Note to self: Better stick to books. Magic and love BOTH suck.)
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