The Awakening: A Witch-Vampire Romance: Feel the Heat. by Anastasha Renee Page B

hell is up. “Devon’s dad told the police that when they find the person who sent the package to thank them. He said that his wife would get a lot of use out of her new toys!” She starts cracking up again. “Can you believe it? I was so worried that he would freak. Fucking classic!”
    With that Jessa starts her car and heads toward the mall. All the way FAG HAGS is flashing out across her bumper. All I could think to myself is damn straight. Maybe I can talk her into keeping it there. We are proud as hell to be Devon’s friends. I smile to myself. What better way to get the bitch back than by laughing at her shit. Or worse, owning it! I think.
    We pull into the mall parking lot and decide to park in front of the food court so we will remember where we parked. Yes, some girls (like us) forget where their car is. As we got out of the car, I decide to pull my necklace out from under my shirt to show it off a bit. It really is pretty. So why not, I think.
    “Where did you get the bling? I thought Barbra burned all of your shit?”
    “She did, Uncle Dan gave this to me,” I say, lying as I am running my fingers across the stones. The necklace hums at my touch. I am getting used to the weirdness of it all.
    “Well it ’s gorge. Rock it girl.”
    We spen d hours at the mall, going from store to store, blowing the hell out of Barbra’s card. By the time we reach Vanity, which is the last store, we decide to go in. The card has been well and truly used. I am the proud owner of a brand new wardrobe, have stuff to decorate my new bedroom, and I also have quite the collection of new shoes. Jessa bought herself quite a few things as well. Barbra is going to be the one to shit kittens when she gets the bill. It serves the bitch right. I also got a bitchin outfit for my date later tonight. Jessa picked it, much to my protests. It is a lot sluttier than what I would have gone for, but like she said, “We are trying to impress a real life Nordic god here.”
    During one of our many trips out to the car to drop off bags so we could continue to shop without carrying everything all at once, we run into Sabrina. She is without her clones for once.
    “Well , if it isn’t the Fag hags. Where’s your mascot? Enjoying his new props,” she snarls at us.
    “ Aww, honey. You know what they say, anyone that spends as much energy on me and mine as you do, must have a major case of hero worship. It’s okay though. If you try really, really hard, one day you might aspire to be more than a shallow cunt sauntering around in a really great pair of shoes,” I smile sweetly at her the whole time, blowing her world.
    The look on her face as she stomps away is scary as hell, but this is the new me. I won’t take shit from her or anyone any longer. Fuck ‘em.
    “O.M.G. Ella! Where did that come from? You really told that hag!”
    “Pent up aggression. Ha! ”
    “Well maybe you will be able to work some of that extra energ y out tonight on the god of hot,” She laughs at herself and then really starts to laugh at me when she sees my face flush a dull red. “It’s okay, sweets. Nothing has to happen that you don’t want to. Besides, only hos give it up on the first date. Trust me. You’re safe.” Snicker. “For tonight anyways. The way that boy looked at you was scorchins” She waves her hand at her face.
    “OKAY! Enough. Let’s jet before I’m late. I still have to get ready when we get to my uncle’s house. And you’re helping me.”
    “Well no shiz. Was there any question?”
    We once again get into Jessa’s death trap and travel at the speed of light. The ‘oh shit’ handle is my BFF. I’m so not kidding you here.
    “Umm , Jessa do you think we can stop by that used car lot over on Main?”
    “Sure , girly, what do you have in mind?”
    “I don’t know , but I think I will know when I see it.” I grin at her. What I am picturing in my head is the Harley I’d seen for sale in the lot. It was a Harley Davidson 2004