Bad Decisions

Girl time

Kassie



Crystal handed me yet another bag to hold, increasing the heavy load that was cutting off the circulation to my fingers.

“Remind me again why you couldn’t bring Micah along for this?”

Surely he would’ve been more useful in doing her dirty work and carrying the bags from her shopping spree around.

I was starting to believe she was doing it just to torture me.

She gave me a cruel smile.

“Micah didn’t want to come.”

Okay, but neither did I.

But, of course, did it matter what I wanted? She asked me and even though I tried to offer up Micah, neither of them were having it.

“Go have girl time,” Micah had said, amusement gleaming in his eyes at my misfortune. The traitor. I couldn’t wait to pay him back. It would be when he would least expect it, and it would be beautiful.

“And besides, it’s a chance for us to get to know each other. I know you don’t like me much.”

“Much?” I said half-heartedly. “Try not at all.”

She frowned for a few brief seconds until she smiled mischievously.

“I know how to change that! Come with me!” She grabbed me by my arm and led me out of the small boutique where she had just found a long, pretty sundress. The bags banged against my sides as she tugged me along quickly.

She pulled me relentlessly through the small quaint town, passing small businesses on either side of the street.

It was an adorable place, full of lively colors and friendly faces. Until they saw me at least. The moment their eyes caught me, conversation ceased and frowns set upon their faces. I looked from one side of the street to the other. The reactions were all the same. Their movements stopped to take me in. People stopped sipping coffee outside at a cafe, gaping at me instead. Others just gave me shifty, suspicious eyes.

“Why the hell is everyone scowling at me like I’m diseased?”

“We haven’t had a newcomer in forever…probably about twenty years,” Crystal responded. “They’ll get used to you.”

“So? With the way they’re looking at me, it’s as if I have a third eye or horns or something.”

“Those are normal in some breeds, silly. But a half-breed is quite rare. No one here has ever seen one.” She lowered her voice. “And if they knew the truth…”

“Oh, shit.” I finally understood. “That’s why you didn’t want Micah to come.”

“Micah didn’t want to come for that reason. I could give a rat’s ass what others think or say about it. You can’t change your biology.” She stopped abruptly. I barely caught myself from crashing into her. She turned to face me. “Your biology doesn’t make you good or evil. Micah has a good soul, even if he’s a little rough around the edges. But unfortunately, most people won’t see past what he’s capable of.” She shook her head. “Come, let’s not waste time on such nonsense. We’re here.”

I looked up at the small structure in front of us. It was a white brick building with a black door and a large window trimmed with black.

“This is one of my favorite places to visit in town,” she said with a wink.

She pulled me inside and I was instantly transfixed. The interior was dimly lit with dark floors and dark walls. Immediately to the right there was a large bar with several stools around it. The rest of the place was filled with square tables and matching chairs.

“You…brought me to a bar?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“Don’t tell the boys. It’ll be our little secret,” the little mischievous witch giggled.

I barked out a laugh. “You might not be so bad after all.”

She urged me to sit down at the bar after dropping all the bags on the floor. I hopped up on a tall stool at the farthest end of the bar, more than happy to oblige. Crystal followed suit next to me.

“Hey, Crys,” the bartender said.

“Hi, Danny. We’ll take the usual, please.”

Crystal made small talk with the warlock bartender as he poured us our drinks, asking about his wife and kids. Turned out his wife, Brenda, just had their sixth child. Too many if you ask me.

After a few minutes, I was sitting quietly and sipping on a glass of whiskey. Danny had walked away to the back, leaving me and Crystal completely alone.

“This is a small town, I know every single person that lives here and they know me,” she stated.

“Hm,” was the only response I gave her.

She turned to me excitedly. “So tell me about you and Micah.”

I opened my mouth and closed it. This girl was intuitive and blunt.

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “You were in his bed this morning.”

“I guess if you really want to know you’ll have to get me drunk first,” I said, teasingly. I didn’t expect her to take me up on it.

She reached over the counter and grabbed the bottle of liquor. She topped off the glass of whiskey.

“I think that can be arranged.”

A few drinks later, I wouldn’t say I was drunk, but I was definitely feeling less of my usual bi.tchy self. More tolerable. She would make jokes and I would make crude, s****l jokes back and she laughed.

Crystal wasn’t what I expected. Far from it. She wasn’t a prude, judgemental bit.ch like I expected. She had more depth. The more she talked, the more I could assume life wasn’t all rainbows and cupcakes for her like I had originally assumed. s**t, I liked her.

But she wasn’t a heavy drinker, that much was obvious. A few drinks were all she needed to be drunk. One more and she would be heavily slurring.

“Okay, spill!” she finally blurted. “What’s going on with you and Micah?”

I threw a chip covered in cheese into my mouth. Without covering my mouth, I said, “I told you, there’s nothing to tell.”

Her features turned stern.

“As much as I believe you would say all that just to con me into getting you drunk, I don’t buy it. Try again.”

I sighed. “Alright, you damn nosey woman. I don’t know…nothing happened. We…cuddled.”

“Oh,” she drawled, singsongingly. “That’s better than s.ex.”

I snorted. “Not at all. Cuddling doesn’t give me an orgasm.”

She gasped. “You want him. Bad.”

I groaned. “Don’t put words to it.”

“Why not? Are you going to try to deny it?” She countered.

“I…never once thought about it and now that I have… I can’t stop thinking about it,” I confessed.

“So you’re going to go for it, right?”

“That would be a terrible idea.”

“Isn’t that what you’re all about?”

“What?” I asked, taken aback.

“You’re Kassandra fuc.king Volt. It’s in your blood. You do whatever you want. And besides, he most definitely wants you too.”

Okay, so drunk Crystal turned out to be the devil on my shoulder, whispering sweet, beautiful evil in my ears. But she had a point. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t dare question myself and do whatever the hell I wanted to do. I always took what I wanted, and I didn’t let my conscience talk me out of it.

But did I really want to? Or was I just bored and horny?

“I completely support it. But,” she paused, resting her arms on the table, supporting her weight on them. “Don’t forget protection. No one’s pull out game is that good.”

For a long second I just stared at her, before bursting out laughing. I laughed so hard that I had to wipe tears from my face. I truly did not expect her to say that.

“Pull out game,” I repeated between painful laughter. I could barely breathe. “Damn, Crys, you’re funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

I ignored that, standing up. I couldn’t continue this conversation. I couldn’t risk her talking me into it. “We should start heading back.”

“Alright,” she said, singsongingly. “Try to ignore it and see what happens.”

“Are you going to curse me or something?”

“Not yet.”