Page 47 of Charmed, I'm Sure

I can’t help but feel envious of them. I want someone to hold me through the darkest moments. What would it be like to have someone in my corner instead of being alone all the time?

Chapter Fifteen

Wigging Out

Miles

Today is going to be the day; I can just feel it in my soul. She’s finally going to let me be close enough to see behind at least one of her walls. Right?

“She’s going to hex you the second you peek around the corner of that wall?”Milo grumbles.

“I can have hope, and you can stick to being the negative Nancy that you seem to always be.”

“Yeah, you say that, but wait until you see what she’s done to you this time,” he says in some ominous way.

“What?”

“Just look.”

I look up into my reflection in the mirror of my dresser. Sure enough, I’m sporting a powder wig, some weird frilly thing around my collar, and are my cheeks covered in blush? My hands pat my face, checking them to see if makeup will come off, but much to my dismay, the makeup is unfazed by my smearing.

I reach up, touching my hair, but I can’t feel the wig that I can clearly see. What is happening? Is this revenge for the sonnet? Because I have to say I could seriously rock this look. It’s not my favorite look, but I could definitely pull it off.

“Told you,” Milo says smugly.

I shrug my shoulders. “Eh, every time she hexes me, Iknow it means that I’m getting closer and closer. She never hexes me in a harmful way, just in a way to show me that she saw what I did and it worried her.”

“Is that what you are telling yourself?”

“Yep, and I know she likes me too,” I announce to my reflection.

Hops croaks from his spot on the pillow. I’m pretty sure he rolled his eyes, but I can’t quite tell from over here.

I point at him. “Don’t judge me! I don’t see a Mrs. Hops hopping around here, so you clearly don’t know what you are talking about either.”

He only croaks before turning his back to me and laying his little toadhead back down. Yeah, that’s right. He knows he doesn’t have grounds to argue with me.

Six months ago, if you had told me that this was going to be my life, I wouldn’t have believed you. I never imagined a reality where I would have a judgmental toad living in my house, be in a magical town haunted by ghosts, and have a mate who hexes as a way of flirting. I went from a small mountain town where the only gossip floating around is from a group of meddling grandmothers with nothing but time on their hands. The most exciting things happening are the mating games for the mountain lions and our social media app. Outside of that? Crickets, cool breezes, and the soft rustle of leaves falling.

I can already tell after being here for a few days that nothing about Pumpkinridge will be like my life in Jasper. Pretty sure that every day is going to feel like a new day and nothing will ever feel exactly the same as before. Especially when it comes to Bellamy.

Walking into the bathroom, I set about getting ready for the day. I’ve got a witch with a stubborn streak the size of Texas to win over. I can’t help but laugh every time I look in the mirror and see the powder wig and the bright pink cheeks.

“Alright, Trouble…game on.”

Hex & Harken is full of witches mingling in groups. There are far more people here today than I’ve seen any of theother times. I can hear the whispers coming from the tables as I walk past.

“…isn’t that the wolf?”

“Yeah…the one trying to win over Bellamy.”

“He’s brave.”

Shaking my head slightly, I walk up to the countertop, ready to place my order. Clarissa is beaming when her eyes meet mine.Ugh. I wish she would take a hint that I’m not interested. Yet, each time she still tries, even while making the coffee for Bellamy. Does she think it’s doomed and therefore she has an opening? Either way, I don’t have it in me to say “stop” directly.

“Miles, good morning. Have you considered my offer of arealtour of our town?”

“I have and Bellamy has actually given me quite a tour of town. I learned some interesting lore and history along the way.”