now, and it’s only going to get stronger as the weeks go by. You can’t risk having something happen in public that you’re not prepared to handle….”
Yada, yada, freakin’ yada. The Charmed talk kept going on, and Cassidy kept her eyes glued to the phone sitting on her nightstand, waiting, hoping, for the darn thing to light up with the message she’d been waiting for. If she could use a Vulcan mind meld on it, it would have reached Brynn by now.
“…so how about we get a start on it tomorrow?”
“Huh, what?” Definitely not tomorrow. She’d promised Brynn they’d hang out, and she wasn’t about to ditch her Pinky for Witchcraft 101. “No, I can’t do it tomorrow, I have a study sesh with Brynn for our big English project. Um, maybe Sunday, ’kay?” There. Her mom sighed and gave her a disapproving look, but she took what she could get and reluctantly nodded.
“Okay, sweetheart. We’ll start on Sunday. It’ll be fun, I promise,” she said, rising from the bed to kiss Cassidy’s temple.
“Yeah, fun. Can’t wait.”
“Listen, don’t judge it until you’ve given it a chance. There’s a lot your grandmother can show you.” Miranda smiled again, and this time it was that radiant smile that could get her anything she wanted. “Have a good night, Cassidy. I love you.”
“G’night, Mom. I love you too. Sweet dreams.”
Her mother exited as gracefully as she’d entered, with the satiny fabric of her robe flowing behind her, top covered by waves of waist-length, honey-colored hair. When she closed the door behind her and Cassidy was left alone in her room again, she got ready for bed by removing all the extra pillows used only for decoration and turning off the lamp at her bedside.
With the room bathed in darkness, she nestled into her sheets, feeling the exhaustion of her day finally wear down on her. And still, she fought sleep until she could no longer, by keeping her gaze focused on the phone that never lit up with a message.
Chapter 16
A S SOON as the dawning sun cracked the barrier of Brynn’s thick, purple curtains, she leapt from her bed and hurried down the stairs. The smell of cooked bacon, eggs, and homemade biscuits wafted out from the kitchen. She heard her father rustling the newspaper even before she darkened the door. He looked up, but not long enough to get much more than a glimpse.
“Morning, kiddo,” he said.
“Morning, Daddy,” she said, walking right by him and over to the fridge for a soda. “My phone won’t turn on. I think I need a new one.”
“Brynn Michaels!” her mother said in that you’re-in-big-trouble tone of voice all mothers seemed to have. “That was a four-hundred-dollar phone. What happened?”
“Laura got mad at me and threw it across my bedroom last night… right before she stormed out of the house and slammed the front door.”
The spatula in her mother’s hand clanked against the pan. The newspaper her father had been reading folded. Both her parents looked at Brynn as if she’d grown a third eye in the center of her forehead, which truthfully, was a completely legitimate response to the news Brynn had just spilled. She and Laura almost never fought, not like that, anyway. They never got to the point of violence.
“What happened?” her father asked.
“I’ve told that girl about slamming doors,” her mother said as she went back to cooking the eggs.
Brynn sank down in the chair across from her father. Really, all she’d wanted to do was tell them about the phone, then run as fast as she could to Cassidy’s house, just in case Cassidy had tried to call or text or something. She didn’t want to give the impression she was upset with her or anything, because nothing could be further from the truth.
“Brynn?” her father said, leaning his elbows against the table as he scrutinized her. “What happened?”
“She got mad at me because I was texting during the movie. I had the phone on silent. She just got
Yada, yada, freakin’ yada. The Charmed talk kept going on, and Cassidy kept her eyes glued to the phone sitting on her nightstand, waiting, hoping, for the darn thing to light up with the message she’d been waiting for. If she could use a Vulcan mind meld on it, it would have reached Brynn by now.
“…so how about we get a start on it tomorrow?”
“Huh, what?” Definitely not tomorrow. She’d promised Brynn they’d hang out, and she wasn’t about to ditch her Pinky for Witchcraft 101. “No, I can’t do it tomorrow, I have a study sesh with Brynn for our big English project. Um, maybe Sunday, ’kay?” There. Her mom sighed and gave her a disapproving look, but she took what she could get and reluctantly nodded.
“Okay, sweetheart. We’ll start on Sunday. It’ll be fun, I promise,” she said, rising from the bed to kiss Cassidy’s temple.
“Yeah, fun. Can’t wait.”
“Listen, don’t judge it until you’ve given it a chance. There’s a lot your grandmother can show you.” Miranda smiled again, and this time it was that radiant smile that could get her anything she wanted. “Have a good night, Cassidy. I love you.”
“G’night, Mom. I love you too. Sweet dreams.”
Her mother exited as gracefully as she’d entered, with the satiny fabric of her robe flowing behind her, top covered by waves of waist-length, honey-colored hair. When she closed the door behind her and Cassidy was left alone in her room again, she got ready for bed by removing all the extra pillows used only for decoration and turning off the lamp at her bedside.
With the room bathed in darkness, she nestled into her sheets, feeling the exhaustion of her day finally wear down on her. And still, she fought sleep until she could no longer, by keeping her gaze focused on the phone that never lit up with a message.
Chapter 16
A S SOON as the dawning sun cracked the barrier of Brynn’s thick, purple curtains, she leapt from her bed and hurried down the stairs. The smell of cooked bacon, eggs, and homemade biscuits wafted out from the kitchen. She heard her father rustling the newspaper even before she darkened the door. He looked up, but not long enough to get much more than a glimpse.
“Morning, kiddo,” he said.
“Morning, Daddy,” she said, walking right by him and over to the fridge for a soda. “My phone won’t turn on. I think I need a new one.”
“Brynn Michaels!” her mother said in that you’re-in-big-trouble tone of voice all mothers seemed to have. “That was a four-hundred-dollar phone. What happened?”
“Laura got mad at me and threw it across my bedroom last night… right before she stormed out of the house and slammed the front door.”
The spatula in her mother’s hand clanked against the pan. The newspaper her father had been reading folded. Both her parents looked at Brynn as if she’d grown a third eye in the center of her forehead, which truthfully, was a completely legitimate response to the news Brynn had just spilled. She and Laura almost never fought, not like that, anyway. They never got to the point of violence.
“What happened?” her father asked.
“I’ve told that girl about slamming doors,” her mother said as she went back to cooking the eggs.
Brynn sank down in the chair across from her father. Really, all she’d wanted to do was tell them about the phone, then run as fast as she could to Cassidy’s house, just in case Cassidy had tried to call or text or something. She didn’t want to give the impression she was upset with her or anything, because nothing could be further from the truth.
“Brynn?” her father said, leaning his elbows against the table as he scrutinized her. “What happened?”
“She got mad at me because I was texting during the movie. I had the phone on silent. She just got
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