"I cannot believe Jean let you see her big and sweaty cunt," Aria said, surprised while smoking some weed.
"Shit, I would've slapped that bitch on her ass to stop herself. That witch has no limits." Diane snickered.
"Guys. it is fine," Meghan stopped and looks at Diane, "Was she, you know, kind of used to doing that stuff? Like almost in front of everyone else?" She asked.
Diane looks up with her eyes like she's searching answers up the ceiling, "Well, not really because she owns the room all by herself years. And then you came." Diane looked at her nails and speaks, "Jean is an intrapersonal bitch, but she is sometimes fun to be with, but she can very bitchy and blunt, and-" to Aria, she said, "-did I say a bitch too?" Aria nodded. Then Diane looks back to Meghan, "so be careful who you're messing with."
Meghan shrugs and said, "Don't worry, I don't have the plan to."
Meghan is in Diane and Aria's room. Aria saw her walking through the corridors and invited her to their room to ask her some questions. Like what they always wanted to do when a new witch is coming to this academy.
Wanted, because it has been a long time since a new witch came in here.
Aria and Diane's room looks very sophisticated and very tidy. Unlike Jean's room, there were no posters of shirtless rock stars, boy bands, models taped on the wall, spray paints all over the room, or any other collage making materials on the wall. Just the rose and vine abstracts on the wallpaper and some of the landscapes of seas, mountains, skies, forest, and all the cliché images.
"I mean, can you really imagine Jean being the Lord of this Academy? All of us in this mansions knows she fucked her way to your Lewis's post." Diane said.
Meghan does not know much of the people in this mansion so she cannot judge anyone yet, well except for Jean. Kindly looks like she's the known slut of all.
Aria sits on her bed while Diane and Meghan are on the floor, sitting on the floor. Aria wears a tank top and blue skinny jeans while Diane wears a shirt that the size is for the guys and lingerie. Nothing to block off her white legs.
"So… I'm interested to know," Diane went near Meghan, tugging her shirt down to hide her lingerie, "What did you do to get in here?" Diane said, "I mean, I want to know your powers."
Meghan wants to avoid the question so she asks Diane what have she done to be in this academy.
"Seriously? You're being obvious you know? You're avoiding the question." Diane implied.
"I'm just not ready to talk about it, okay?" Meghan said and running her arms, showing her discomfort to the subject.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think it's hard for you." Diane said.
Aria looked at Diane and said, "Well, wasn't it so hard for you? You got to accepted who you really are?"
Diane shrugged and said, "Well I kind of enjoyed living with this power. And haven't I kept on repeating myself? Dian said to Aria.
"Yeah, I know that, but the newcomer is here so," Aria shrugs and coughs when she tasted burnt weed in the pipe.
Diane looked at Meghan, "So, you ready to know how I got here?"
-
The club was dark except for the flashing lights around, and the place was anything but loud and crowded. Several people in the club are dancing, not caring if they dance lousy. The people just want to have the night of their lives. And one of them is Diane.
Diane wears a black sequin skirt dress that was shimmering with glitters in it. Her 4-inch silver stiletto heels don't hurt her feet that much, since she always wears heels more than sneakers or chucks or any shoes that a normal person would wear. Her face was covered with dark make-up. She was dancing under the moonlight, arms up against the air, and dances fiercely, not caring if she bumps someone behind her.
When she's tired, she goes to the bar and takes a shot of vodka, gin, or anything that is available on the bar. Listen to the DJ, scream with the music, holding hands with some ladies, just being fun for that night.
Then, she let herself rest first and ordered an orange juice, nothing was mixed on the liquid which Diane likes now. She needs something to make her sober since she drank a lot that night.
"Enjoyin' yourself?"
Though she wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone, she looked at the guy and was surprised by the physique of the man. The man has the body of a model but worked out not on the gym but on sports. He's wearing a black polo that the sleeves cannot fit because of the large biceps and his pectoral muscles are obvious. His hair was anything but tousled and there's stubble on his chin and she looks down at her pants, his slack pants, and his shiny shoes. He's holding a glass of gin tonic with his hairy arms.
Not tonight.
"Go fuck yourself, lad," Diane said to the man while sipping her juice, and the smell of the alcohol is obvious to the man.
"Yo, am just here to get to know someone." The man said.
"Well, I'm not in the mood, James Dean look-alike. Now get! Before I burn you to ashes." Diane turned back to the dance floor to met some ladies she was dancing with.
For Diane, she usually stays in the club for an hour or 3, and that's it. But that night has been the longest for her. She deserves that night after all that she went through before the night.
She got evicted from her apartment, didn't have much to eat except the chocolate bar that was stored in her bag. Of course, she has relatives that have houses to spend the night with, but she is tired of moving and moving and moving from houses to houses. The club became her haven that night.
Oh wait, she almost met a near-death experience but was saved by a man that kinda looks like James Dean.
She left the ladies from the floor to go back to James Dean look-alike.
"I know you, James Dean. You're the one who pulled me from the train tracks." Diane said to the man.
"And you must be the-"
"Yeah, I fucking dressed-up, and you didn't notice me, James Dean."
"Actually, I did notice you. You just ignored me quickly." James Dean look-alike said.
"Oh?" Then her interest lit.
-
Her back was slammed to the men's room door and their lips are locking to each other. Diane is holding Jame Dean look-alike's head and pulling him to kiss more as their tongues are fighting each other. The two went inside the cubicle and the man shortly pulled his face from Diane and lock the door of the cubicle, then kiss her again.
Diane did not remember the name of the guy but she remembered that he said his name. They chatted like casual people talking about what's going on with their lives, what they do with their lives, what do they like, and any such things. She remembered that he was working as a karate coach in some schools in Philadelphia. She remembered that the man just took off a break and will go back any time soon. She remembered asking him about karate and she remembered asking him to teach her.
The man's hand was working his way to Diane's side. He lifts up her legs and puts it around his waist, kissing non-stop. Diane tugged the hem of the man's polo and she puts her hands inside his shirt and feels the rock hard abs of him. She scratches it gently and he groaned.
The man pulled his face away to say something but Diane block his lips with her forefinger, "Don't speak, or else you'll ruin everything," she says.
The man kissed her again and this time he slides his hand in her skirt and feels the hem of her panties. His kisses went through her neck and suck her, giving her love bites.
Diane continues gripping his ribs, his chest, rubbing his head with her hands, rubbing his crotch with her knee, and giving herself away with the kisses from the man she just met.
She closed her eyes. And she saw her dad.
Her hands were put up her head and she cannot remove, struggling to her dad's grip. And she felt that her body was clothed with nothing except the sweat that wasn't from her. And she felt her dad slip into her, hard. And she tried to scream but can't because her mouth was blocked by her dad's hand.
Her dad looks nothing but disgusting and drugged. Her dad wears a white big shirt and nothing on the bottom, and she felt hurt by what he was doing to her. He continued to slip in and out of her and she was tired of struggling and she was now crying, crying and she wished she could've died right now.
She couldn't think of anyone helping her. Her mom died and dad took into drugs and start raping her because she looks like her mom. Sick psycho.
Diane closed her eyes and wanted to see hell instead of heaven because if God could help her, then he must have taken her by now.
Diane imagines the look of hell, the one with the heating sensation of the whole place. She saw desperation and infuriating images of hell.
And fire. Fire, fire, fire.
Her dad suddenly pulled herself from her and panicking like a sick psycho like him.
She lifts herself to see what's happening. Only to see that her dad was burning in flames and turns dark.
Diane struggled with the man who was kissing her. But she couldn't get out from his grasp.
And she felt the fear again.
"Stop," she says as she struggles and can't.
"Please, stop," she shouted a little, choking her sob to not show any weakness.
The man stops kissing and looks at her, annoyed and irritated, and wanting for more. But as he saw the starting tears from her eyes, he stopped touching her like he was just burned from a heating pan. And breathing heavily, and started to feel worried for the girl.
"Are you alright?" He wanted to touch her, only to see she was trying to block any touch he's going to give. He scared her.
"Please, I just wanted to go." She tells herself not to cry.
Diane did not wait for the man to reply and got outside the cubicle and out the restroom. She felt that he would not follow her. She felt cold, and shaky and ashamed and humiliated by herself. All she could think was going home.
As she went out through the purple environment of the corridor, she felt a little dizzy but continues to walk. She holds her head as it starts aching and she stopped at the doorway. She was in between the silence of the underworld behind her-some moaning-and party of the new generation where the bass just dropped and everybody went crazy as the lights went crazy.
She fell suddenly, expecting to fall on hard ground and to her death but she was caught by someone.
And that someone wasn't the man from before, this is new.
Diane does not care about anyone right now, she needed to go home.
"Whoa there. You must've gotten tipsy." The new man says. And he touched her ass.
She pushed with a big force and stand to herself, and when she got control of herself she says, "Fuck off." And she walked away.
But destiny didn't give Diane a chance of five or two paces, and her elbow was gripped so hard and she turned around and was slammed on the wall.
He touched the middle of her legs and said to her, "You bitch." He slips a finger inside her and gripped hard. She screamed and no one care. "That's what you're getting from denying me," the man said and she felt so disgusted with everything.
Desperate to escape, she slams her free hand to his face, which makes the man's face turned and laugh but she saw the pain go through his face and she head-butts him with her own head, which makes her felt dizzy more.
And she ran until she can't take much longer and puked shortly, holding the bar with her one hand and at the stomach on the other.
When she was finished, she wiped her mouth with her hand and go to the bar to ask for water. But when she was waiting, her hair was gripped by someone and she knows it was.
"You think you can get away from me that easily bitch?" The man said and tugged her hair close to him.
Her patience was not there anymore.
Then she released something that is forbidden to be seen.
She looked at the shot glasses that are ready to be drinking on the bar.
Burst into flames, she calls the fire. 'Let your power reign, do not be afraid to unleash the real you. Let them be afraid of you'.
The alcohol turned into fire and it got strong and big, it gave heat she was wishing. The whole bar burst into flames and she does not feel the grip of the man anymore. For there was a loud scream from him and she turned around, only to see his arms burning in flames. The fire got bigger and everyone in the club was running, not paying attention to what was happening to the man.
She made hell in the club.
-
"Wait. You didn't get in jail for arson?" Aria said ridiculously.
"Nah, everyone was in a panic and still drunk, they didn't have the time to point out who started the fire. Or what started the fire." Diane looks at Meghan and said, "The man I burned got grilled so there's no one to testify what had really happened and ended their investigation as electricity problem anyway so no harm for me," she shrugs and finished speaking.
"Pyro-kinesis. That's your power." Meghan said.
Aria hands out the blunt to Diane and sips the smoke from it, long enough to make her throat hurts.
"Well, yeah obviously. I thought that when I was four, it was a curse because that's the reason my mom died," Diane said, no hint of sadness or any regret from her voice. Just straight and nonchalant. "And then it became a gift, that's how I look at it. Because partially you live with the curse and your gift for the rest of your lives, so what I did is to embrace it and use it for good." She stopped short. "Oh, and days after that incident, that's when Miss York looked for me on the streets, and told me about this academy." Diane looked around the house and speak, "Now I finally found my world," she looked at Meghan, "where I belong if you would say." She finally said and smiled.
By what Diane said, she already accepted that she's a witch, as Meghan defines. Meghan thought that it wouldn't be so bad after all.