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Chapter One
Summer had not been kind to Amity, nor had it been cruel to her. She spent hours upon hours studying, all alone in that far too spacious bedroom, training to take over Blight Industries once she left school next year.
Each paper, each book, each lecture, all leading up to the big day in which she’d take over the company. Something she knew was her destiny since the day she learned to hold a pencil. It was a set fate.
Her mother, Odalia, made it clear each family dinner, i.e. meeting, that Amity was not up to the standard she had been set to. Her father, Alador, would sit beside her mother, distracted by whatever new creation he’d invented, spilling oil on the table, seemingly passive to her mother’s will, when Amity knew deep down, it was he who truly was the master of this game Amity had no knowledge she was playing, until it was too late.
Her senior year would be the year she’d prove she was worthy of the role her parents had planned out for her. At least that was the plan, but in all honesty, Amity just wanted to spend her days at the library. She started working there a few years ago, her mother saying it would create a good work ethic. At first she had been hesitant, scared she would do a bad job, however the second she finished reading her very first story to the small group of children, Amity knew she was made for this role.
“Oh Mittens!”
Amity lifted her head from the textbook laid out in front of her, her brows furrowed. “I told you not to call me that.”
Edric, her brother, leaned on her desk with a smirk, picking up a stray notebook, flipping through it with a smug grin. “And yet you’ll always be mittens deep within my heart.” He sighed, draping himself over a still wet with ink practice sheet. “Shit.” He mumbled jumping back and examining his arm which now encompassed the quadric formula on it.
“Nice one Ed.” Emira, his twin sister, giggled from the other side of the desk. “Did you seriously just spend your whole summer… r-r-reading.” The older Blight sister fake gagged.
“Not the whole summer, I needed to sleep.” Amity grumbled, a slight blush rising on her cheeks.
It’s not like she wanted to be doing all this work. She had to. Her siblings didn’t get it. They had never had the same pressure or expectancies as Amity had. It wasn’t that they weren’t smart, or capable. Sure they fooled around, but the twins were also wickedly smart, it’s just Amity was smarter. Or in her mother’s words, ‘special.’
“Aw come on don’t you wanna put the books down for even an afternoon?” Her sister complained.
Amity rolled her eyes, “And do what?”
“And hang out with us!”
“I’ll pass.” Amity grumbled as she stood up, grabbing her siblings by their collars and attempting to shove them out the door.
“Hey watch the merchandise.” Edric whined, drying to dislodge his surprisingly strong sister’s grip.
Across the room a text binged from Amity’s room. The younger Blight jumped in surprise, recklessly letting go of her siblings who promptly ran over to said item opening it up with a quick tap. “Honestly, after all these years you’d think she’d learn to change her password.” Edric cackled to Emira. “You really do love that silly witch.”
Amity’s face went bright red in anger. No matter how old she got, the young Blight had never matured so much as to lose her love for the infamous children's’ book, ‘The Good Witch Azura’, the stories acting as an escape from her own life. Where a girl just like her was destined for a greatness within her own control. Azura never had to listen to her parents or study for a bazillion tests. She got to be free, and happy.
“And what’s this, a party? It couldn't be!” Emira gasped.
Amity snatched the phone out their hands, opening the message. ‘Coming home party this Saturday. Be there or be square. Much love your favourite football player. Boscha.’
Amity’s best friend, If you could call it a friendship. In all honesty they were simply two strong witches pushed together by overbearing parents. Boscha had been away at a summer camp since June and clearly excited to celebrate her return on the last day of summer.
Amity looked over the message one more time before turning off the phone and slowly sitting back in her desk chair, opening her textbook with a glum look.
“Come on mittens, don’t tell me you’re skipping it.” Emira pushed.
“I don’t have time for parties.”
“It’ll be fun.” Edric hummed.
“It won’t be.”
“It will.”
“Won’t be.”
“Will.”
“Won’t be.”
“Wi-”
“Oh for goodness sake, leave it Ed, you’re both giving me a headache.” Her sister grunted, dragging him out the room.
Just before they reached the door, Edric turned back round to Amity with an uncomfortably sincere expression. “Would it be so bad to have some fun for once?”
“Yes.” Amity whispered to the now empty room.
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The clock ticked by as Amity’s shift at the library came to an end. She spent a few minutes storing away books and collecting her stuff before making her way outside waiting on her siblings to come and pick her up. It was a warm summer evening, the sun slowly beginning to set illuminating the sky in soft orange and pink hues. She tugged her hair into its usual straight, half up do letting the slight breeze pleasantly caress her face. Edric’s obnoxious purple sports car soon came into view with the green haired girl quick to slip into the back where a mysterious duffel bag sat next to her.
“There better not be a body in this.” She mumbled as the girl gave a timid poke to it.
“Nope! Something even better.” Emira chucked from the front. “See for yourself.”
Amity hesitantly opened the bag, bracing herself for some sort of prank with exploding snakes or the like. Yet instead, she came face to face with… her clothes. More accurately, clothes hidden at the very back of her wardrobe. Useless pieces Amity had bought on a drunken whim one night after a rather nasty fight with her mother. There were skirts that were just a little too short, and gasp, tops that showed her midriff.
“How did you find this?”
“We have our ways.” Her sister hummed, rolling up the divider between the front and back of the car like they were in a private limo. Amity lifted a brow as Edric’s voice crackled through a speaker by her seat. “Put the clothes on.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because you can’t exactly go to a party dressed in that.” He retorted.
“You can’t even see what I’m wearing.”
“Oh please, you wear the same black sack of a dress every day. Now put it on.” Emira chimed in.
“Mother would have a heart attack if she saw me in this.”
A chuckle escaped the speaker. “Well then it’s a good thing she’s not here.”
“I’m not getting changed. And I’m not going to that stupid party.” Amity growled, kicking the chair in front of her.
“It’s either that or I show mom that picture of you kissing your Azura poster.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try us.”
“Fuck the both of you.”She mumbled, peeling off her dress with a huff and replacing it with the contents of the bag.
Just as they arrived outside the familiar mansion, Amity’s nerves began to kick in, her hand coming to stroke the studied bracelet she had put on for the first time ever. Secretly, Amity had always hoped to be able to wear these clothes one day, but had never found the courage to do so, scared of the consequences.
She gingerly stepped out the car, refusing to acknowledge her siblings excited whoops of joy. Amity wasn’t scared exactly, no, just apprehensive. She tugged on her skirt, more aware of her legs than she’d ever been before. She could do this. She’s a Blight. She’s strong. She’s powerful. Hell, she’s popular.
Amity’s hand went to reach for the door handle when a drunk guy came running out, puking a mysterious blue substance on the grass.
She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t-
“You made it!” The green haired girl looked up, finding a smiling Boscha standing at the other side of the door, a red solo cup in hand. “Shit, and you look hot!”
Amity rolled her eyes, making her way over to Boscha. “Could say the same thing to you.” She retorted, taking in her friend’s appearance. Her pink hair had grown slightly faded, and typically pale skin had a slight tan from the long summer days. She peered over the girls cup, taking in a slight sniff at the mysterious liquid. “Vodka?”
“Gin.” Boscha replied. “Want one?”
“Sure.” Amity replied hesitantly, following the jock around her house and into the kitchen.
Despite both their families renowned wealth, there was a clear difference between Boscha and Amity’s houses.
For one, Amity’s family came from old money. Generations upon generations of screwing people over for money which was replicated in their Gothic styled manor, with it’s creaking floorboards and stained glass windows. And what creepy mansion in the middle of the woods would be complete without its extensive list of bodyguards, cooks and butlers.
Boscha’s family however were new money. Minimalist LA styled houses with a pool in the back and more cars than Amity had fingers. The floor was a sleek marble and walls a pale white, a stark contrast to the dark purple walls of Amity’s own home. The kitchen was all marble, so shiny you could see your reflection in them, and Amity would know. Upon grabbing a drink her eye caught sight of her own image, hair falling out it’s bobble after her spontaneous changing in the car, and clothes slightly skewed.
“So what’s your poison?”
“Surprise me.” Amity replied before grabbing her cup. Inside was a pink substance, bubbly, with a hint of sweetness she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
She raised an eyebrow at her drink with Boscha replying with a small smile, “To match your little get up.”
Oh right. Just for a moment, Amity had forgotten she wasn’t sporting her typical black wardrobe. “Yeah, thanks.”
Amity made her way to the corner of the kitchen, wary of the loud jocks, choosing to simply people watch instead of joining in, in what she supposed was fun? Just as she finished her first drink she heard a guy, she thinks is named Brad, at least he looks like a Brad, begin to cheer ‘shots, shots shots,’ herding the big group of already plastered teens, Boscha included, out of the room off to, what Amity can only assume to be, take shots.
Already regretting coming to this party, Amity poured herself another bright pink drink, trying her best to replicate the previous, before making her way upstairs in search of an empty room to sit in. Two interrupted make out sessions and possible human sacrifice later, Amity managed to find a vacant bedroom on the very top floor.
With a sigh of relief, she laid herself out on the bed, looking up a the ceiling with disgust. Why did she ever agree to coming here. Well she didn’t exactly agree more she was kidnapped, but still. She let out a small giggle picturing the ass beating her siblings would be receiving when she finally got home.
Careful not to kick the pile of jackets at the end of the mattress, she splayed out her legs. Alone in this room Amity had nothing but time to think. And think she did. She thought about how much homework she’d be behind on thanks to her reckless spontaneousness. She thought about the easiest escape plan if the house miraculously set on fire. She thought about the latest Azura book and wondering which one she should re read next.
But most of all she thought about how ridiculous she felt.
Hiding away not fifteen minutes into her first party, dressed like an obnoxious marshmallow.
She had once longed to be able to wear these clothes, however now, sitting alone, looking at her mysterious drink, she couldn’t help but feel utterly ridiculous. She groaned to herself, questioning her entire life choices, unable to grasp the courage to move from her hiding spot and kicking herself for being so cowardly.
“Ow!”
Amity shot up with a loud scream. Turns out it wasn’t only herself she kicked. She looked for the source of the pained sound, her eyes landing on the pile of fabric by her feet. ‘Coats don’t fucking talk.’ she mumbled quietly.
She watched in terror as the pile began to collapse, a figure emerging from it. “Well that hurt.” A gruff voice complained.
“I am so sorry.” Amity squeaked, still in shock. The figure turned to her with a smile which instantly dropped as they saw who was sitting in front of them.
“Oh, it’s you.”
Amity attempted to hide her shock at the girl in front of hers cruel expression, quick to recover from her initial terror. “Well if I knew it was you who was under there Noceda, I would have kicked harder.” Amity growled looking at the girl with a sneere Luz Noceda, her classmate and personal pain in the ass.
Luz and Amity had shared a class since middle school, with Amity forever growing tired of the girls over enthusiasm and embarrassing nerdiness. It was bas enough that Luz was an Azura fan, it was even worse she bared no shame of it.
Amity often watched in disgust (jealousy) as Luz spent an entire month in freshman year sporting a fucking Azura witches hat to classes. Then there was the time she sang an anime intro at the schools talent show. And no one could forget the day she came to their first exam in an otter onesie. An. Otter. Onesie. The girl was utterly shameless and Amity was revolted by it.
Ever since she first heard Boscha in middle school point to Luz in the back of the class re enacting a scene for ‘The Good Witch Azura’ and called her a ‘freakoid from space’, well lets just say, Amity learnt to keep her mouth shut about her interests. If only Luz would learn the same.
“Pink.”
“What?” Amity stammered, looking at the taller girl in confusion.
“Like a marshmallow.”
Amity’s face was quick to grow red in embarrassment, her hands coming up to wrap around her stomach. How fucking dare she, who just says that to someone? And marshmallow? How fucking ridiculous. Yes Amity was highly aware she just called herself the same things not moments before, but oi, she’s the only one who’s allowed to say it.
Luz wiped her eyes, still half asleep, a hand coming to cover her mouth as she let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, “You look different.”
“Could say the same to you.” The green haired girl spat.
It was true, Luz did look different. Gone was her usual bright graphic t shirts and cat hoodie, now she sat in a dull striped shirt and bomber jacket. The front strands of her hair must have grown over summer as the rest stayed its usual short length. But it wasn’t just her clothes.
Luz’s once thin ‘nerd arms’ as she liked to call them, were now slightly toned, much to Amity’s dismay.
And the girl’s face. Once wide eyed with big smiles, now appeared transfixed with an unfamiliar stockiness as thought it wasn’t Luz at all, but instead, her evil twin. Amity found herself almost longing for her typical goofy expression. Almost.
“I found a new passion.”
“Oh really?” Amity asked, her interest peaked. She unconsciously moved a little forward, fascinated by this practical stranger.
The taller girl smiled a wicked grin, coming to meet Amity in the middle of the bed, so close their breaths mingled together. “Apparently fights are rather addicting.”
Oh.
Oh…
Oh!
“Oh?”
“Yeah, it’s funny,” Amity had a feeling it wasn’t all that funny, “ever since the last day of school. You know, watching your little pink haired friend’s face grow black and blue, hearing the yells from everyone around us while I raised my fist, I dunno, I guess I ended up developing a... taste for it.”
Luz’s eyebrows were raised the smile on her almost child like, however the dangerous tone in her voice left a chill running through Amity.
“Her bruises healed pretty quickly you know?” Amity muttered.
“So did Willows. Can’t say the same for the broken rib however. No that was rather brutal. Did you know she needed surgery?”
Amity didn’t.
“Well she’s all better now.” The green haired girl whispered. Unsure who she was trying to reassure.
“Keep telling yourself that princess.” Luz spat, finally pulling away and leaning on the back of the bed.
“And where are the rest of your little gang.”
“Not here.”
“Then why are-”
Amity watched as she pulled something out of her pocket, lighting it with a dazed expression. “Felt like it.”
“Since when did you smoke?”
“Since when did you go to parties?”
“Touché.” Amity replied.
A silence passed over the two, Amity unsure what else to say.
“So… did you have a nice summer?”
Okay so apparently she was drunker than she thought. What was she thinking? ‘Did you have a nice summer.’ Yeah good one Amity, cause Luz would want to talk to her of all people about her fucking summer holiday. Why did she even care what the girl’s summer was like?
Luz blew out a huff of smoke, an eyebrow raised. “Not particularly.”
“Me neither.” Amity admitted, the statement a little too truthful.
The quietness continued. Shame thrown out the window, Amity simply sat and watched Luz as more smoke escaped her lips. Her eyes dropped to the hand holding the cigarette, the item dancing between her fingers, ash lightly falling onto her skin, however the other girl paid it no attention.
“Well aren’t we an exciting pair.” Luz mumbled, putting out the ashy remains on the bed’s wooden post.
“Hey, I can be exciting!”
“Prove it.”
Just as Amity went to reply, the door slammed open thanks to an extremely wobbly Boscha. ‘Ammy!! There you are! Come play with us!’ She screeched as she made her way into the room, a large group of teens following shortly behind. They all sat in a circle, Amity’s eyebrows raising when she spotted the bottle placed in the centre.
“And that’s my cue to leave.” Luz hissed, going to stand up when Amity grabbed her by the arm, hand wrapping around her tightly.
“I thought you wanted me to prove it?”
“Huh?”
Amity felt adrenaline coursing through her as she gave Luz a tug, pulling her over to the circle and forcing her down onto the hard floor. “Look it’s okay if you're just not exciting enough to play a little game.”
“Oh fuck off.” Luz growled as she lurched for the bottle, giving it an eager spin.
The group ood and ahd as they watched it spin, and spin, and spin until it landed at a certain green haired girl.
“You have got to be fucking with me.” Amity shouted, her face erupting in a furious blush.
Some of the boys let out an excitable whoop, clearly ready for a show which only made Amity want to punch them in the jaw. “Come on Ammy, thems the rules.” Boscha cackled, finding the situation far too funny.
“Yeah ‘Ammy, thems the rules.’” Luz grinned, leaning over her with a smirk.
When did she get so close? Amity wondered, the heat in her cheeks refusing to die down. Pissed off and with something to prove, she quickly raised a shaky hand to clutch onto the collar of Luz’s shirt.
She gave a hard yank and smashed their faces together, lips coming to press against each other, hard. Luz, unprepared for the sheer force, tumbled forward a little, her hand coming to rest on Amity’s waist for balance, while her other rose to her cheek, a thumb caressing her skin as she deepened the kiss.
Refusing to give the brunette the upper hand, Amity raised her hand up to the girl’s hair, giving it a light tug followed by a quiet gasp she could practically taste. The hand around Amity’s waist crept up her back, slipping under her top and lightly scraping her skin as Luz bit lightly on her bottom lip, with a slightly too loud and all to unfamiliar sound escaping her mouth.
Just as fast as the pleasure arose however, it was quickly squashed when she realised the gravity of the situation. Here she was, in the middle of a bunch of stranger, making out with fucking Luz Noceda. And she was enjoying it.
Amity pulled away, eyes slowly opening as she leant over Luz, slowly whispering, “Exciting enough for you?”
Unable to face Luz or the rest of the room as she finally let go of the brunette, Amity quickly stood up, marching out the door, shouting a rushed ‘Great party, see you never!’ She ran out of the house as fast as she could, not even bothering to phone her siblings to pick her up, but instead chanced walking back home.
Upon arriving back, Amity slowly crept through the house, scared of anyone catching her, and headed straight to her room. She quickly flung her outfit off replacing it with her pyjamas as she threw herself onto her bed, face crushed into her Azura teddy as she screamed, letting out all the embarrassment she had bottled up on the way home.
Why did I do that. Why did I do that. Why did I do that.
Her mind played the thought on loop until she eventually fell asleep.