Elise narrowed her eyes at the flirting boy right in front of her. He was currently leaning over her desk, his chest almost touching the wood as she tightened her grip on her pencil as the seconds passed.

"How about you come over to my house after school? Show you a real good time instead of studying." He winked, causing Elise to almost stab him with the led before a pile of heavy books drop on her desk, making the the boy jump back. He looked up to see another beautiful girl.

"Hey babe, who is this?" Faye rested her arm behind Elise's head on the chair, staring up at the boy innocently. His jaw was hanging open. "Wow, uh, um," he stuttered, scratching the back of his head. "I'm just going to go now." He chuckled nervously. "You know what? Forget about the plans." He said before running out the classroom.

Faye sighed, dropping her hands to her side before sitting down in the chair next to her sister. "Thanks, sis." Elise smiled slightly before opening her book. "No problem. But I thought I told you to have some fun while we're here."

Elise rolled her eyes, snapping her head towards her sister. "Look, we don't have time for fun or boys. We're here to help with Emilia then we're gone." Faye rolled her eyes at her sister, opening her school book. "Fine. But when we're you such a killjoy?" She joked. She turned towards her sister again. "Oh that's right. Since always." She smiled.

Elise glared at her, about to cuss at her but she was cut off by the door slamming open to reveal Natasha gripping Emilia's arm. The class was half full with the pack and the three witches.

Natasha dragged a sulking Emilia to her chair. Plopping down next to Paul, she turned to the ginger. "Yes, you are a witch, now get over it." She bluntly told the ginger who had her arms crossed, slumped back into her chair. "Natasha!" Faye hissed. "What?" Natasha raised her hands slightly in question.

Faye sighed and turned to Emilia, "Look, it will be fine. We're here to help you with the spells." She reassured. "Um, actually, we're here because of Natasha and Em- Ow!" Elise was cut off by Faye kicking her leg from under her desk.

Soon students began pouring in along with the teacher. As the teacher started talking, Natasha rested her head in her palm, bored and wanting to get out. But she was unaware of Paul's loving gaze on her. (poor lovesick boy)

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"So, wanna try and make your first spell?" Faye and Emilia sat down with the other witches for lunch. "Um, I'm not sure we should do it here." Faye snorted and waved her hand at her. "it's fine! I have done this MANY times before. We won't get caught."

"What?" Elise snapped her head towards her sister with a glare. "Shh!" Faye put her finger up, silencing her sister, "The adults are talking here." She snapped before turning back to the ginger.

"So, how about we try with a growing spell." She turned towards the clear windows, showing the forest next to them. Her hazel eyes searched the plants before landing on a small daisy that has yet to be bloomed. She smiled brightly. "Now, you have to focus on the plant. You have to feel your spell. You have to feel your powers. Take a deep breath and let loose." She instructed, unaware of the pack watching them silently from a different table.

Emilia took a deep breath, settling her chocolate eyes on the daisy. Her face contorted in concentration. She looked away in frustration after the daisy not moving an inch. "You aren't letting go. When you're a witch, you can't hold back your powers, it won't do anything. Try again." Natasha told her, wanting to help her friend too.

Emilia let out a sigh before turning back to the daisy. This time she tried holding out her hand slightly. She was trying desperately, but she was holding back. She didn't know anything. After nothing, she turned away, throwing her hands on the table in frustration. "I can't!" Just as she did that, all of them looked over to see the daisy now wilted, but it was a solid golden.

Emilia looked up because of the sudden silence of her friends and followed their gazes and saw what she had done. She grabbed her backpack while muttering "I can't do this." She jogged away in hurry to get away from everyone, to just be by herself.

"We are amazing teachers aren't we?"

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"So, have any luck with finding her?" Natasha heard a deep voice come from her side. She turned to see Paul jog next to her before coming to he pace she was walking. She got butterflies in her stomach when she saw him. She looked away from him and turned her face back to her normal emotionless one.

Fuck no. I'm NOT going to fall for this flirty boi. That can go off the fucking list

"Not yet. Have you been stalking me?"

"No, just following you."

"That is the definition of stalking."

"Not if you're in love."

"Smooth, Lahote."

"Thank you." She saw his grin out of the corner of her eye, causing her to smile slightly. "Are you always this emotionless?" He teased. "That is just a mask for my pain, sweety." She gave him a smile when she saw his cocky grin turn to a worried one. "You'll get used to it." She said

"So, what do you think of La Push so far?" He asked, trying to make a conversation. "I like it. I've always loved the forest, it makes me feel at home. A nature witch is always supposed to be in nature. It strengthens her power." She told him.

"Hmm, so did you have that in your old town?" He looked down at her curiously. "No, but I had a lot of hot boys." She smirked when she heard a deep growl from his throat. He started to shake slightly and her smirk only brought his anger higher.

He grabbed her arm and dragged her into a storage room. Pinning her against the wall immediately after he shut the door, he leaned down to nuzzle his nose into her neck. Her sweet scent instantly calmed him, his ragged hot breaths turned to short and slow ones.

"You're mine." He growled possessively into her neck, her dark brown hair forming a curtain around his head before she grabbed him and pinned him to the wall. Her hazel eyes narrowed and slightly glowing a yellow. She leaned up towards him, to the point where her plump lips were grazing his.

"Now, darling. I belong to no one. You may be the big bad wolf who is normally in control, but that is going to change, because I'm not the one who is submissive." She growled. He was breathing heavily, his brown eyes now black were filled with lust and adoration. He has never had any girl be like this. Normally they were the submissive, immediately willing to bend to his will. But those were just his one-night stands who would just like to be screwed. But the Silver's family was never like that, especially Natasha. She was the dominant one and that will never change.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I have a ginger friend to find." She grinned cheekily, clearly pleased that she caused him to be a hormonal mess. And with that, she skipped out the door, leaving him with blue balls.