Bewitched by Prescott Daisy

Author:Prescott, Daisy [Prescott, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, new adult, halloween, Paranormal, Witches
Published: 2015-09-27T07:00:00+00:00

Six

This week, Andrew sits next to me in seminar. His arm sometimes brushes mine when he takes notes. I pretend to focus on whatever Dr. Philips is saying about the three-name author of the week: Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and Louisa May Alcott. Why do so many nineteenth century authors have three names?

“Want to grab a coffee?” Andrew asks as we walk out of today’s Alcott class. With his hands in his pockets, he seems unsure of himself, unlike the typical, cool, aloof Andrew.

“I’m supposed to meet Sam.” I regret rejecting him immediately. This is what I wished for the other night. Tall, dark and brooding, my own Heathcliff is asking me out for coffee.

“Oh.” He frowns and plays with the straps of his backpack.

“You could join us.”

Please let him join us I silently beg. Andrew wants to have coffee. With me. I could ditch Sam and explain later. Why hadn’t I thought before I opened my mouth? She’ll understand. She would totally do the same and without a second thought if Tate asked her out.

Not that Andrew is asking me out. This isn’t a date. It’s coffee. I want to go and am willing to ditch my best friend for a guy. I might be turning into one of those girls, but Andrew Wildes wants to get coffee with me. I close my eyes and wish for Sam to understand before pulling out my phone to text her. My screen shows a new text alert from Sam:

Got a costume idea. Heading into Boston. Sorry to bail on coffee. Catch you later. :)

“Or not.” Delight echoes in my voice. I should sound bummed she ditched me for a trip to Boston, but I can’t even fake feeling sad about the change of plans.

Andrew stops walking, waiting for me to finish. Confusion clouds his eyes as he blinks behind his thick frames. “No, you don’t want me to join you?”

“No, not join us. No.” His frown returns and I realize I’m completely jumbling this. “She just canceled.” I grin, waving my phone in front of me.

His lips lift in a lopsided smile. “Well, in that case, shall we?” He gestures toward the edge of campus.

“No campus cafe?” I walk in the direction of the gate.

He easily matches my stride. With a shake of his head, he meets my eyes. “I know a better place.”

He leads me through the wrought iron gates and past ivy-covered stone walls marking the edge of our little campus. After a few twists and turns through narrow streets decorated for Halloween, we stand in front of a tiny house covered in black-painted clapboards, diamond-patterned panes of glass crisscrossing its small windows. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure if I’ve even walked down this street. Or could find my way back to campus. Salem isn’t a big town, but its old streets and alleys still confuse me. I gaze at the dark house in front of us. It feels … unwelcoming?

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