A Spark Of Magic: Chosen Saga Book One by J. L. Clayton

Author:J. L. Clayton [Clayton, J. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Outskirts Press, Inc.
Published: 2014-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Molly the Beast

When the volleyball came whizzing right at me, sure I should’ve hit it! But instead of hitting the freaking thing, (which I know would have been the smart thing to do) I just stood there, a deer caught in the headlights. I took the hit square in the mouth. And dammit, it hurt. However, I did realize—granted a little too late—that this probably wouldn’t have been so bad . . . That is if the girl whacking the ball at me didn’t look like she was a linebacker for some big football team. Oh yeah, and if I just would have hit the fudging-ball. Maybe, light bulb moment if you will . . . Ding. I would still be standing. Yet, I found myself planted face first on the gym floor, smarting from the land. How I ended on my face was a straight-up mystery! One moment I was standing, and the next, I wasn’t. I felt my head whip back, my spine jar painfully, and my feet flip my whole body over. I was totally embarrassed and so mortified. Nonetheless, the worst part was the giggling.

Groaning, I sat up and rubbed the back of my neck, my back, and then slowly I rubbed my mouth, checking for some sign of damage. I came away with blood on the back of my hand from the split on the inside of my mouth. I winced. “Ouch,” I shouted a little too loud. “That hurt.”

“Charlie, are you OK?” Dee asked while rushing to my side.

It was ironic - or whatever you wanted to call it. I didn’t care. All I knew was that it was strange: Dee was concerned at what just happened. As I recalled not too long ago, she would have wanted this. My frenemy somehow really became my friend! Somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach, I felt an uncontrollable urge to laugh hysterically at our newfound friendship. When a smile and chuckle formed, I pushed the hysterical laughter back—not that I didn’t want to laugh at how weirdly ironic this all was—because I did! However, the pain in my head was increasing with every movement, and the little sting in my mouth burned when I smiled. So yeah, no laughing meant less pain! That was enough to stop even a hint of humor. Deciding that this pain I felt was not good, plus the worried look on Dee’s face wasn’t either . . . I did the one thing I just recently found out I was good at: I Lied.

“Yeah, I’m . . . Just peachy.” Grin.

“Charlie, you’re bleeding!” She squeaked.

“Its fine, Dee.” I brushed her off.

“No, it’s not, Charlie. Hang on, I’ll be right back.”

Dee jumped up from beside me and rushed off. I lost sight of her as this huge body framed in my peripheral vision. The linebacker was still standing there scoffing at me. I tried to smile, you know, to let her see that it cool. I was the stupid one.

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