whine and dine

 

 

Tuesday

 

 

Drake Than walked to Wakefield High. He touched his wounds and headed to Chem class.

"Poor Drakie baby, what happened?" Hutch snickered.

Drake was not in the mood. He wanted to hit Hutch but his conscience screamed at his ear. He's innocent. Let him have his fun for all I care.

His mum was so worried she nearly went to the Wakefield High office to report the incident. But she knows she can't say that. She wanted to transfer her only son but Drake refused to.

Chemistry passed by so quickly. Drake was blank that time. He's been called thrice by Sir Langdon to pay attention. Hutch must have enjoyed that.

Boston noticed Drake's mood and made a mental note to talk to him later.

What's strange is, five students were absent that day.

Namely Phyra Oasis, Stefan Branch, Eilythia Hawthorne, Illuska Veleur, and Simon Walters.

...

 

 

It was dismissal time when someone placed a hand on Drake's shoulder.

Drake turned around, startled.

"What do you want?" Drake asked, placing books in his locker.

"I just want to know if you're all right," the lanky boy asked shyly.

"I'm fine," Drake answered curtly.

"Christmas break is nearing," Boston said, looking down at his tennis shoes.

Drake turned to him and waited.

"Would you like to come over to my house for dinner?" Boston asked, "I live three houses away from you, by the way."

He's not so bad after all. Not like his friends, Drake thought.

"Okay," Drake said. He sighed and shifted his weight.

Boston smiled and shook hands with him.

Surprisingly, Drake returned his smile and they walked  together under the pleasant sun.

...

 

"What time is it?" Eilythia asked, her eyes closed. She yawned and stretched.

"About four in the afternoon," Phyre replied.

Eilythia opened her eyes to see Phyre seated on the edge of the bed. Phyre's back was on her.

"Are you okay?" Eilythia asked. She sat up and placed a big pillow on her lap.

"I'm fine," Phyre said. Eilythia could see that Phyre was holding her mobile phone.

"Waiting for something?" Eilythia asked again.

"Not really," Phyre yawned. She blinked back the tears and decided to go back to sleep.

Eilythia watched her friend fall asleep. I'm hungry. She stood up and went to the bathroom.

She admired her expensive pink silk pajamas.  She washed her face and brushed her teeth then went down to the kitchen.

She looked around the white, clean kitchen. Really pretty. Wilma kept this part of the house especially clean.

Eilythia smiled and opened the fridge. A note flew down to her pretty feet. She scooped up the note and read it:

 

Kids, today is my day off. I made some pie, so help yourself.

-Wilma 

 

Eilythia shrugged. She closed the fridge door and jumped at the sight of a company.

"Nervous cat, are we?" Stefan smirked. He was behind the fridge door and Eilythia didn't notice.

She shook her head and reopened the fridge. She took out the pie and placed it on the circular table in the middle of the kitchen.

Stefan watched her silently and sat down. 

Eilythia eyed him. He was wearing black cotton pajamas. He looks good..

She went to the cupboard and retrieved a small knife. She cut the pie into triangular slices.

"Do you want one?" she asked him.

Stefan smiled at her and stood up to get two plates, two forks, and two glasses of orange juice.

There was a funny feeling in the girl's tummy.

The two sat down, each having a secret smile.

And then, they started their little feast.

 

...

 

Upstairs, Illuska's eyes shot open at the sound of a phone ringing.

She tried to ignore it. When the ringing didn't stop, she knew she had to answer it. She sat up straight and reached for her phone.

"Why weren't you answering?" Madame Sylvestra asked, obviously angry.

"I'm sorry Mada--"

"You kids have to get out of there right now," the old witch yelled.

"An emergency meeting?" Illuska asked sleepily. She yawned and scratched her head.

"Get here. Tell Phyre. Now."

 Click.

The old witch uses a mobile phone? Illuska frowned at her mobile phone.