happy to see that it had settled back to normal. A peek in the other stalls all showed the same thing.
“How was that?” I asked, turning around with a grin on my face. I hadn’t been sure it would work, but I was elated that it had.
“Impressive,” Asher said, nodding with approval. “It’s not what I would’ve done, but it was good. What was it?”
“Oh, it’s a reversal spell. Sort of like hitting the undo button on your computer,” I said. “It just reverses whatever you did.”
“Interesting. See, you’re already teaching me something.”
“Well, I’m sure there’s a lot you could teach me, too,” I said shyly.
“I think that could be arranged,” he responded, the slightest hint of flirtatiousness in his voice. I could feel my cheeks fill with heat and I tried hard to hide the evidence of my attraction by looking down at the ground. Now that the water had been turned off, there was only silence. Silence was not something I particularly liked.
Luckily, a few seconds later, the bathroom door opened and a head popped in. The girl was gorgeous: black hair, exotic-looking, olive skin, and amazing eyes. She kind of looked like . . .
“Hey, the natives are starting to get restless out here,” she said to Asher. Then she turned her head to me and said, “Hi.”
“This is my sister, Abby,” Asher explained.
“Hi,” I said, smiling.
“So. You’re a witch.”
“Yep.”
“Cool,” she said, before turning back to Asher. “We gotta go.”
“Okay,” he said, leading the way toward the door. “I’ll go out first. Why don’t you come out in a few minutes so no one gets the wrong idea.”
“Definitely wouldn’t want that ,” I said under my breath.
Just as he put his hand on the door, he turned to look back at me.
“We should do some magic together sometime.”
I took a big gulp and prayed that I didn’t pass out.
“I would really like that,” I answered.
And with a smile and a nod, Asher slipped out the door.
After Asher outed me in the bathroom, things between us changed drastically. He went from popping up every once in a while around school to showing up every morning at my locker. The first time I arrived to see him standing there, I was so surprised I nearly dropped my books. Eventually, it became a part of our morning routine, one that I looked forward to every day. Then we began spending some of our time outside of school together too, going for coffee or walks along the promenade.
It wasn’t all as romantic as it sounds, though. Most of the time, Abby joined us. But I was so happy just to have other twitches to hang out with that it didn’t even bother me that I wasn’t getting more alone time with Asher.
It helped that Abby turned out to be really cool. She was younger than both of us and was practically my opposite, but we got along really well and I instantly felt connected to her. She couldn’t have cared less about having a social life and alwayshad her nose in a book, but she was completely interesting. She wasn’t a big talker, either, which worked out well, because I gabbed enough for the both of us. When she did speak, she always impressed me with what she had to say. I quickly realized that Abby was quiet not because she was shy but because she was so busy paying attention to what was going on around her. She was perceptive for sure. It became clear to me that Abby knew everything that was happening around school and was an excellent judge of character. She knew who was dating whom, who was failing gym class, and which athlete hadn’t come out of the closet yet. It was like being around a walking, talking encyclopedia of our school—all I had to do was ask.
It was easy to see that Asher adored Abby. To him, she wasn’t just his little sister. Abby was, in some ways, his best friend. And after hanging out with her just a few times, I could see why. The girl was wise beyond her years and 100 percent loyal.
On the rare occasions that Asher
“How was that?” I asked, turning around with a grin on my face. I hadn’t been sure it would work, but I was elated that it had.
“Impressive,” Asher said, nodding with approval. “It’s not what I would’ve done, but it was good. What was it?”
“Oh, it’s a reversal spell. Sort of like hitting the undo button on your computer,” I said. “It just reverses whatever you did.”
“Interesting. See, you’re already teaching me something.”
“Well, I’m sure there’s a lot you could teach me, too,” I said shyly.
“I think that could be arranged,” he responded, the slightest hint of flirtatiousness in his voice. I could feel my cheeks fill with heat and I tried hard to hide the evidence of my attraction by looking down at the ground. Now that the water had been turned off, there was only silence. Silence was not something I particularly liked.
Luckily, a few seconds later, the bathroom door opened and a head popped in. The girl was gorgeous: black hair, exotic-looking, olive skin, and amazing eyes. She kind of looked like . . .
“Hey, the natives are starting to get restless out here,” she said to Asher. Then she turned her head to me and said, “Hi.”
“This is my sister, Abby,” Asher explained.
“Hi,” I said, smiling.
“So. You’re a witch.”
“Yep.”
“Cool,” she said, before turning back to Asher. “We gotta go.”
“Okay,” he said, leading the way toward the door. “I’ll go out first. Why don’t you come out in a few minutes so no one gets the wrong idea.”
“Definitely wouldn’t want that ,” I said under my breath.
Just as he put his hand on the door, he turned to look back at me.
“We should do some magic together sometime.”
I took a big gulp and prayed that I didn’t pass out.
“I would really like that,” I answered.
And with a smile and a nod, Asher slipped out the door.
After Asher outed me in the bathroom, things between us changed drastically. He went from popping up every once in a while around school to showing up every morning at my locker. The first time I arrived to see him standing there, I was so surprised I nearly dropped my books. Eventually, it became a part of our morning routine, one that I looked forward to every day. Then we began spending some of our time outside of school together too, going for coffee or walks along the promenade.
It wasn’t all as romantic as it sounds, though. Most of the time, Abby joined us. But I was so happy just to have other twitches to hang out with that it didn’t even bother me that I wasn’t getting more alone time with Asher.
It helped that Abby turned out to be really cool. She was younger than both of us and was practically my opposite, but we got along really well and I instantly felt connected to her. She couldn’t have cared less about having a social life and alwayshad her nose in a book, but she was completely interesting. She wasn’t a big talker, either, which worked out well, because I gabbed enough for the both of us. When she did speak, she always impressed me with what she had to say. I quickly realized that Abby was quiet not because she was shy but because she was so busy paying attention to what was going on around her. She was perceptive for sure. It became clear to me that Abby knew everything that was happening around school and was an excellent judge of character. She knew who was dating whom, who was failing gym class, and which athlete hadn’t come out of the closet yet. It was like being around a walking, talking encyclopedia of our school—all I had to do was ask.
It was easy to see that Asher adored Abby. To him, she wasn’t just his little sister. Abby was, in some ways, his best friend. And after hanging out with her just a few times, I could see why. The girl was wise beyond her years and 100 percent loyal.
On the rare occasions that Asher
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