Chapter Four
Kiara walked home from Erica’s late that night. As she neared her house she saw someone sitting on her front step. When she got closer, she recognized Spencer. Well, she needed to talk to him anyway. At least he’d made it convenient.
“Hey, Spencer,” she said, when she was close enough.
He looked surprised. “I didn’t think you knew my name.”
“I needed to talk to you, actually.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” He slid over and made room for her to sit beside him on the step.
“I know what you saw today.”
He gave her the same awestruck look Erica had. “It was amazing. The way you moved and twisted in the air. It looked like you were dancing.”
“Umm, thanks. So, about that.”
“Don’t worry, I would never tell anyone your secret if that’s what you were going to say. You can trust me.”
“Good. That’s really good to know.”
“Actually…” He twisted his hands together and gave her a sheepish look. “I was wondering if I could…umm…hire your services?”
“You want to do what?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well, there’s this girl I like, but I don’t think she likes me. And recently I’ve got to know her better, and I really think she’s the one for me. She’s just so…” His eyes took on a dreamy gaze as he looked at her.
Kiara rolled her eyes. “Erica likes you, too.”
“Erica? Oh. Are you sure? Because it’s not Erica.”
“Oh. Well, that sucks.”
His face fell. “Yeah, it does.”
“What were you going to ask?”
“Well, I’m not looking for a love potion or anything.” He held up his hands to show how serious he was. “I’ve read about this stuff, and I don’t want some fake thing. What I want is to become her dream man. I want her love to be real.”
“But then you wouldn’t be the same.”
“I know. But I would become anything for her.”
“Spencer.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you just find someone who likes you for who you are?”
He shook her hand off. “Maybe I don’t like who I am, okay?” They looked at each other for a minute. Then he said, “Can you help me or not?”
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Okay, fine.” He crossed his arms and glared at her. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but if you won’t cast this spell on me I will tell your secret.”
“So much for being able to trust you.”
“You don’t understand. She’s just that special.”
Kiara shook her head. “Pathetic. Maybe if you grew a pair this girl would pay attention to you.”
“So you’ll do it?”
“Fine. If you want to be something you’re not for the sake of some girl, fine.” She stood up and unlocked the door. “Come on.”
She led him upstairs to her bedroom, sneaking along quietly. Her mom was already asleep, but she wanted to keep it that way. All she needed was for her mom to wake up and find her with a boy in her bedroom.
In her room she sat him on the bed and gathered the supplies she would need for a transforming spell.
“Wow,” he said, looking around. “Your room is awesome.”
“Thanks.” She didn’t think it was anything special. A few band posters on the wall, a drawing or two she’d done and black curtains to keep the sunlight, out or her spell light in when she did magic in her room.
“Close your eyes,” she said. “Now think of this girl really hard.”
“Okay.” He closed his eyes and grinned.
Kiara shook her head but cast the spell anyway. A red smoke circled around him. As she continued speaking the words, the smoke moved in closer to his chest. It was sucked into his heart for a moment, then soared back out and surrounded him in a cloud before dissipating.
“Okay,” she said. “It’s done.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“How long does it take to work?”
“Depends on how much has to change. A few days, a few weeks.”
Spencer threw his arms around her in a rough hug. “Thank you so much.”
“You owe me. You better not tell anyone.”
“Never.” He winked at her. “I wouldn’t have anyway.”
“So you manipulated me.”
He pulled his mouth into a half smile. “Maybe I’ve got more balls than you realized.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right. Goodnight, Romeo.”
***
It was two weeks until she saw Spencer again. He passed her in the hall at school, gave her a stiff nod and kept walking. She spun to watch him walk away.
“What happened to Spencer?” she asked Erica.
“What do you mean?”
“Look at him.”
Erica turned to look. “I guess he’s been working out.”
“Yeah, I guess so. He looks totally buff. And when did he start letting his hair and beard grow?”
She shrugged. “We haven’t been hanging out much.”
That day, Kiara walked home from school as she usually did, strolling down the sidewalk, enjoying being outside. Someone jumped out from behind a car and grabbed her. She kicked and screamed, fighting hard in her panic, and he put his hand over her mouth to quiet her, holding her in his strong arms.
“God, you’ve got a set of lungs.”
When she recognized his voice, she stopped struggling. “Spencer?”
She turned to face him.
“I just do Spence now.”
“That’s better, for sure.”
He gave her a “duh” look.
“So you’ve been working out?” She took this chance to really look him over. His hipster skinny jeans and form-fitting button-down shirt had been replaced by looser jeans, black boots and a t-shirt that showed off his chest muscles and had the logo of one of her favorite bands.
“I’ve been working on something much more interesting than my muscles. Want to see?”
“If you unzip your pants, I will kick you.”
He smirked. “We can do that later. No, this is even better.”
She put her hand on her hip. “Let’s see.”
He looked around, then leaned back casually on the car. He held out his palm, and an instant later a flame appeared. She watched as he made it change colors. Gold to green to purple and back to gold. Then he closed his fist around it and threw it. The ball of fire rolled down the pavement until it went out.
“You’re doing magic.” She didn’t know why she sounded so incredulous. Then it hit her. When she’d cast the spell for him to become everything his love wanted, was he talking about… her?
She pushed his shoulders, hard. He barely moved. Instead, he looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“Was it me? Was I the one you changed for?”
“So what if you were?” He crossed his arms and made his gaze hard.
She marched up to him, gripped the front of his shirt and pulled herself to him until her mouth was pressed hard against his. He gripped her waist and pulled her closer, smashing her body to his. Their lips tangled, then their tongues. She dug her fingers into his hair, he put his hand at the back of her neck. Her entire body lit up with heat and she smelled burning hair.
In horror, she dropped her hand and pulled back from him. “Whoops. I guess you got me a little too hot.” She winked as her face grew warm with embarrassment.
He ran his hand over the back of his head, where her fingers had singed him.
“I can fix it.” With one simple spell, his hair was back just how it had been, loosely tousled and spiky with product.
“I guess we’ll need to be a little more careful.”
“Guess so.” She came back to him again and resumed kissing him, but with their passion turned down a notch.
When they stopped kissing, he held her close and said, “I guess the spell worked.”
“How does it feel? Being someone else?”
“Amazing. I’d say I feel like a whole new person, but that’s obvious. I feel like I’m finally the person I was always meant to be.”
“So long as you don’t have any regrets.”
“Are you kidding me? How could I ever regret being able to kiss you and have you close like this?” He kissed her again, then stopped to take a box from his pocket. “When I saw this, I thought of you.”
He handed her the box and she opened it to find a beautiful necklace. A silver chain, a long oval blood-red pendant covered in fine wire swirls. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
“I love it.” She handed the box back, then turned and held up her hair so he could put it on her. The pendant hung just above her cleavage. “It’s perfect.”
“Now everyone will know you’re mine.”
“Oh, am I?” She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
He reached out to yank her close again. He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, then kissed along her neck. “Tell me you don’t want to be mine, and I’ll let you go forever.”
“Fine.” She sighed dramatically like she was giving in to him. “But if I agree to be yours, you better be mine forever, too.”
“Deal.”