He shrugged. “Why not?”
Because you’re an ass. “Whatever.” She began waking hoping he would just go away. But as she turned onto Vine street, he was still there so close to her his arm kept brushing her shoulder.
“So theoretically...” He said, sounding like he had before he called her an idiot. “..if you had the powers of a fey. What would you do with them?”
She didn’t answer him at first. But just wanting to get this over with before his next weird moment, she said. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve never really thought about it.“ Lie. Of course she had. She daydreamed about being able to use magic, to be able to do whatever she wanted and to whomever she wanted.
“Well then.” He jogged ahead turning and walking backwards making her look at him. “What about Puck. If you were going to play a prank on someone who would it be. And what if you had his magic, would you do to them?”
What an odd question. But then everything about him was odd. One second he was a jerk the next he acted like he wanted to be friends and the next he was a jerk again. And all his weird questions. “Well I guess..” She bit her lip as they passed the Quickie-Mart a block away from her house. “Lena Hodge and Ms. Alder.”
His smile grew not only in size but in a devilishness that made her spine crawl. “And what would you do to them?”
Everything pulled in darkening, until it was only her and him. Her eyes, that were locked on his cold grin, slid up to his eyes. She vaguely remembered they were brown, but not now. They were a brilliant, terrible blue. The centers weren’t black. Now there was a small white starburst where the pupils should have been. She should have wanted to run screaming but she didn’t. She smiled sleepily feeling suddenly distant, like a dream. “Answer me Olivia. What would you do to them?” His voice changed to a deep soothing voice. A voice she wanted to listen to. To obey without question.
