“How can they even have s*x?” Phoebe questioned as she continued behind Avery as they descended the steps of the school following yet another day of dry academics.
“I would guess the same way that they can walk or blink...some nerves are enchanted to work I guess...I mean...how does the magic work for you exactly?”
“It kind of just exists…” Phoebe answered, rubbing her fingertips together in order to feel a twinge of that intoxicating power that would be easy to lose oneself in as her attention was brought to the sight of a sleek dark automobile pulling up to the ledge on the curb of the school grounds.
The vehicle, a 1966 Dodge Charger colored black and amplified in silver chrome, was the kind of car that nobody within the student body of Mattin High would own; therefore she knew wit
