Page 65 of Bad for Me

“What the hellis it about this chick that’s got your panties all knotted up?”

Liv set out the items for the candle spell we were performing tonight.

I know I should focus on my schoolwork, practicing the routine for the game. I knew what I’d do was just moving backwards, but there was an itch I just couldn’t scratch on my own. I neededherto do that for me.

Ava…Coach Kelly.

Even her name bounced around my head like a bright light that refused to be dimmed. It was all I wanted, that light. I longed to see her bright face and even brighter blue eyes. It was becoming a bit of an addiction, the need to see her, look at her.

“Don’t worry about it, Liv. Isn’t that the point of someone coming to you and asking for help? You are just the supplier, you don’t need to know the why, you are just providing a…serviceof sorts.” I smiled a crooked smile at her, but she only cocked one eyebrow, studying me as she set up the tray with candles, oils, and herbs.

I didn’t ask many questions; I just followed her directions and began pouring the wine I had bought specifically for this ritual.

Most of it was self-explanatory and things I already knew from my previous musings of witchcraft before we moved.

It was five at night, and the sun was already beginning to set, and with Halloween just around the corner, now was the perfect time to make wishes. And I held one very specific wish in my mind—Ava would come to realize I was more than just the new kid. More than just another cheerleader on her squad.

I did thisfor her. I came herefor her.

Why did she resist me so thoroughly? Was it her husband? It couldn’t be. I knew exactly what she thought about late at night, and it certainly wasn’t anything to do with a cock.

Didn’t she recognize me a little?

“Now, anoint the candles, and carve your intentions into the wax. Once you’ve lit them both, drink the wine and make your manifestation. You remember this spell is heavily contingent on yourwill.You must believe in it…pretend as though it is already yours.Sheis already yours.”

I nodded, closing my eyes, and sitting back on my heels. I wore a black silk teddy that showed my handful sized breasts. I imagined her seeing me in this, driven into a frenzy and unable to keep her fingers off me.

I felt my body sway, and I pulled into a trance almost immediately after lighting the candles and taking a sip of the tart red wine.

Wine wasn’t really my thing, but I allowed myself to enjoy the warm sensation that crept through my limbs as I concentrated.

I picture us together at practice, her shouting commands, and me feebly standing by and following instructions. In my mind, I force myself to stand taller, demanding to be noticed. She watches me, unwavering, her eyes scanning up and down my thin frame, tits bouncing as I kick up my legs.

I visualize myself bare, absent of panties, and her eyes lock on my sex as I jump and bend.

Her pupils are large, black discs, and I watch as she licks her lips slowly.

Her stare heats my core, and I feel my nipples bunch into hard buds under her gaze. She drops her clipboard to the ground, pushing me up against the gym wall, pushing my sweater up over my chest and greedily fisting my flesh. She teases a nipple with her thumb as her mouth crashes onto mine.

“I knew you would fold.”

When I opened my eyes, the candles smoked, extinguished by time. The lights in the living room were turned off, and I was left alone.

I rubbed my eyes with the palm of my head, my belly growling.

What time was it?

I was still me, still Mary. I still had those dark bags under my eyes and my dark hair hung to my shoulders, shorter than I was used to, but still me.

I touched my red lips; they looked almost as if I had been kissed roughly. They looked swollen and raw.

I wanted someone to be so possessive of my love that they would go to great lengths to protect it.

But it was always me that was the possessive one. I was always the one taking risks and making shit happen, never them. I wanted to bewanted, a longing so hard and deep they couldn’t breathe. I wanted the kind of love that choked you, left you breathless.

Ava made me feel things no one else ever had. Sure, maybe I got a little too attached to people a littletooeasily. But Ava embodied everything I had ever wanted to be.

Desired.

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