The Curse of Pepsi Lane [English version of The Witch and the Playboy]

Chapter 24 - Kissing Marcus

JAKE'S POV

Pepsi immediately went back to class after our little talk while here I am, still processing her fourth condition, which is the stupidest thing that I have ever heard in my whole life. 

I finally went out of the vacant room and take a peek from the classroom door to see what Pepsi is doing. As usual, she looks unbothered while taking down notes from the Powerpoint presentation.

Mrs. Allcock stops whatever she is talking about and takes notice of me. 

"Mr. Snyder, what are you doing outside?! Come in!" 

Deafening silence fills my ear on my every step as I awkwardly make my way beside Pepsi who is acting like everyone else around her doesn't exist. 

I could feel everyone's eyes judging and gauging my every move and questioning every intriguing change in my body.

I don't normally care what everyone thinks. My friends and I rule this school. Drooling women feed me with praises, immediate gratifications, and lustful desires every day.

I don't blame them though—I got the charms and the sex appeal. Their words, not mine.

But now...

Still the same. If you got that handsome face, you will always have it no matter what happens. 

Unless someone cursed you to become a constipated werewolf.

My reputation at school is totally damaged now, and the weird thing is, I don't give a fuck anymore. My life is more important and I need to save it.

I steal a glance at the beautiful freak sitting beside me. I don't exactly know why I'm letting her crazy bullshit destroy my life. 

I couldn't even get genuinely angry with her. If I were another person, I would have already planned on killing her after she reverses the spell.

Something is really wrong here. My guts are shouting that she might have used a love potion or whatever ritual witches do to control someone's heart and make them fall in love with them.

I discreetly lean in her direction and casually sniff on her perfume from her hair.

Dammit! It's so addicting!

I immediately move away when she turns her head and gives me a quick glance.

"What," she asks with one eyebrow raised.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about your fourth condition. It's one of a kind. Is there any way to change it or tone it down to a kiss on the cheek or—"

"NO. You just either have to do it OR start barking tonight."

Damn.

She narrows her eyes at me. "I have always warned you, Jake, but your stubborn ass didn't listen. You even tried to kiss me and it was unforgivable." 

"Girls dream to kiss me, while I offer you my lips wholeheartedly...and this is what I got. It doesn't make any sense."

She makes her eyes look bigger, probably trying to scare me again but she ends up looking cute.

Our precious conversation is cut off when the dismissal bell fills the room. She immediately gets up as if she has an emergency to attend to and I immediately catch up with her. 

"Aren't you tired?"

"Tired of what," she dismissively responds.

"Of jogging in my mind every day."

She gives me a sneer and hastens her pace.

I add, "That all-black jogging attire looks sexy on you, by the way."