Heather shifted the small satin bag in her hand. "You're really sure this will work, Shauna?"
"It'd better," her friend replied as she ran a hand through her long black hair and took it back from her. "God knows I paid enough for it. But I trust the person who gave it to me. I'll work."
She got up. "Want some tea while we wait? We can go over it one more time."
Heather DuChamp and Shauna Stevenson had not started out as 'friends' as much as an 'enemy of my enemy' sort of relationship - that main enemy being Melissa Fulton. As the leggy brunette rose to follow the other women into the kitchen, she recalled all that had occurred to make this unlikely partnership happen.
When Shauna had confronted Melissa directly in the halls about stealing her notes, it had caught not just her, but most of her classmate's attention. Melissa, never one to back down, got right into Shauna's face and all but dared her to do something about it. Brave move, Heather thought, as Shauna fairly towered over the petite blonde and could likely mop the floor with her.
It might have come to that, had a few teachers not broken it up, but it was clear there was definite animosity between the two. And this was not the only incident. Melissa had been trash-talking Shauna to anyone who'd listen. Almost as if she wanted to provoke a fight. Heather wasn't sure how the woman calmly making tea right now could remain so calm about it. The notes must have been the final straw.
Heather, for her part, had her own reason to loathe Melissa. His name was Trey, and he'd been hers until Melissa batted her eyes (and to Heather's mind, probably spread her legs) to lure him away. Even now, her ex had difficulty looking her in the eyes when they passed in the hall. Whatever Melissa had told him about her, she was sure it wasn't true, but it made her classes with him uncomfortable.
Graduation couldn't come soon enough for any of them, Heather mused to herself, but where Melissa was concerned, it wasn't going to come without a little comeuppance...a little revenge.
"I still can't believe we're going to do this," she said as she watched Shauna put the kettle on. Though they'd never spoken directly until these past few weeks, she'd always admired her, albeit from a distance. She had an aura that was both attractive but off-putting. Little surprise that she'd never dated anyone as far as anyone knew at school. Some boys probably felt she was unapproachable while others probably thought she was simply a weirdo.
Only Heather knew the truth...that Shauna practiced witchcraft. Well, appropriated it at any rate.
She certainly looked the part. Long, raven-black tresses that looked so silky smooth they all but begged to be touched. Piercing eyes with an icy blue sheen that Heather was sure she'd never seen before on anyone. They had to be contacts, but Shauna had assured her in an early conversation they were not. And then there was her body. Tall yet curvy with pale while skin, dotted with freckles in all the right places to make her straddle a line between "cute" and "voluptuous". Heather was sure Shauna filled more than one or more of her classmate's dreams at nights.
And then there were the rumors. That she belonged to an actual coven. That she was a lesbian. That she was a Satanist. What was true and what wasn't, Heather couldn't say, but after seeing some of the relics and artifacts Shauna kept in her possession, Heather could believe the 'witch' part.
"Oh, we're going to do this. Believe it," Shauna replied to her statement. "I can't move on...go to college...and let that bitch get away with what she's done to us." She sat across from Heather, taking her hand in hers. "If you're having second thoughts," she offered. "Now is the time. There's no turning back once we start."
Heather shook her head, her brown locks flowing around her. "She's got this coming," she said. "I owe her. We both do." She looked at the small bag again. "You...wanted to go over the plan again?"
Shauna patted Heather's hand. She was a pretty girl. Cheerleader type. Perky. Athletic. Guys fawned over her. Everything Shauna would normally despise, but mutual hatred had brought them together. She'd apparently really loved Trey and losing him was something the girl wasn't going to let stand. Shauna didn't pretend to understand it. Heather could have her pick of any guy in class, and Trey? Well, he was a bit of a moron.
But Heather did understand revenge, and that was all Shauna needed.
