“Winter break is just next week.” Tatiana looked to her niece as she continued to serve dinner. Lunette stared at her plate lost in thought. Tatiana frowned but tried to remain perky. “I was thinking we could do something. Get out of the town for a change.”

            Dalia, though unable to view the scenery around her, seemed to glare at her daughter. Tatiana finished plating everyone’s meal and sat down for herself, her eyes locked to her niece’s figure, begging for a reaction. Lunette lifted her gaze to her aunt and sighed. “Yeah, it would be nice. But…”

            “But?”

            Lunette shifted uncomfortably and rested her chin onto her hand, elbows right on the surface of the table. “I have the stupid club I have to go to.”

            “What?” Tatiana leaned back into her chair and folded her arms. “It’s winter break, school will be out.”

            Lunette rubbed her nose and shifted her gaze back to the food. “My club is different. It’s for college you know.” She took a mouthful of the meal, hoping it would avoid her from having to speak again.

            “I don’t like this club,” Dalia commented. “I like it when you are at home.”

            Lunette rose her brows quickly before lowering them again, her hand busy with the fork against her food. “Well, what if I don’t like it here?” Dalia and Tatiana remained silent and still like statues. “After the break-in…I guess I don’t feel safe here.”

            “Lunette…” Tatiana’s voice became softer. “That break-in was a fluke! I’m fine, you’re fine, and Dalia’s fine. It’s best if we move on.” Lunette flicked her gaze back to her aunt, her face tense. Lunette was amazed she didn’t remember a single thing. Especially something so horrific. “Besides!” Tatiana exclaimed, glad to have caught the girl’s attention. “We’ve installed a security system! No more break ins here!”

            The smile on Tatiana’s face did little to calm Lunette’s nerves. It had only been a week or so since she had started her lessons on the supernatural. Conveniently at the Devil’s Library in the Moore’s home. And by lessons, it was more so Lunette pulling random books off the shelves and trying to make sense of everything. She had lied to her family that she finally joined a club. One that would help her get into college. But her fibs were starting to weigh heavy. Even so, Lunette couldn’t shake the feeling her family was also being reticent.

            “Are you going to this club tomorrow?” Dalia questioned after minutes of silence. The older woman was not letting the topic fly away. Her white brows wrinkled as much as her face. Lunette thought her grandmother’s eyes had flickered from side to side, as if looking for something.

            “Of course. Tomorrow is a school day.”

            “And on the weekend?”

            Lunette took another bite of food and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. Only if we want to meet up.”

            “Who is this we?”

            “The members of my club, grandma.”

            “Who are the members?”

            Lunette took a deep inhale, getting frustrated with the questions. “People from school.”

            “Mom.” Tatiana broke into the conversation, scolding her mother. The elderly woman leaned her head and rubbed her thighs. Tatiana rose a brow and her gaze flickered between the two family members. “Maybe you should go put in some eyedrops, mom.”

            “Yes, maybe…” Dalia began to slowly lift herself from the chair and make her way to the bathroom, needing no assistance with the use of her cane.

            Lunette eyed the two, seeing the unspoken connection they had just made. “I’m done.” She announced bitterly, picking up the plate and placing it in the sink.

            “Wait I wanted to ask–”

            “No more questions, I’m tired.” Tatiana sighed and stared down to the dinner table, lost for what to do. Her mouth twitched into a small smile as her mother placed a hand on her shoulder. Dalia’s thumb tracing over Tatiana’s skin, trying to comfort her. “I assume you found the eye drops?” Her mother squeezed her shoulder tightly, answering without words.

            Lunette had spent the rest of the night angerly preparing for tomorrow. The two brothers had promised her they had something planned for the evening, though they omitted any crucial details. The brunette held her books tightly to her chest, rushing down the halls of the school, wishing for the day to over.

            “Hi Lunette.” Erica’s voice teased its way into her ears. Lunette shot a glance to the valedictorian and continued walking. Erica scowled and turned back to her friends, watching as Silas and Jerrard’s figures were not too far behind trying to catch up to Lunette. “I hate this.”

            “Hate what?” Amber asked, licking her lips as she finished a yogurt cup.

            “That.” Erica motioned with her head to Lunette and the two boys.

            Amber smirked and continued to dig at her cup with a spoon. “What? Are you jealous?” Her voice sang mockingly.

            “Huh? No, not that. I don’t care about boys right now. I’m pissed because miss doom and gloom is talking to them. Not only that, but she’s still ignoring us!”

            Amber bit the tip of her spoon and rolled her eyes. “So, what? Why do you care so much?”

            Erica mimicked Amber’s gesture and stood up straight. “Well, think about it. She thinks she’s too good to talk to us, ignores us even when we’ve been nothing but nice to her, and then when some hot guys come around, suddenly she deems them worthy? Like, come on. Shallow bitch.”

            Amber cocked her head, nodding. “I guess you’re right. She’s been nothing but a bitch since she got here.”

            “Exactly. She had a problem with us, but not them.”

            Amber peered over Erica’s shoulder, viewing the exchange of words the three were having down the hall. “She still looks mad. Maybe it’s in her DNA.” Both girls smirked and chuckled. “Oh, he’s looking.”

            Erica turned herself just enough to see as well, “Oh, awkward.” Erica giggled and turned her head quickly to Amber. “How long has he been staring at us?”

            “He just did I swear.” The two girls continued to laugh to ease the tension of Silas’ glare. “Hey,”

            “What?” Erica smiled to her friend, watching Amber’s playful expression.

            Amber threw out her cup and leaned in closer to Erica. “you think she only hangs out with them because we can’t give her dick?”

            Immediately, Erica brought a hand to her mouth, trying to muffle the obnoxious laughter erupting from her. “Amber!” She scolded. “Well, maybe.”

            Silas’ eyes watched the two girls continue to laugh, finally breaking his gaze to look at Lunette. The young girl was conversating with the two brothers, though Silas had zoned out into another discussion. Lunette, noticing his pair of gray eyes locked on her figure, turned to him.

            “What?”

            Silas stared harder, and Lunette to shift uncomfortably. “Why don’t you let people give you dick?” He questioned innocently.

            Lunette’s eyes widened, and she nearly choked on air. Jerrard smirked widely, his eyes looking to the side as if he was aware of the other conversation as well.

            “I’m sorry, what?!” Lunette asked with her face beet red. “You’re disgusting.”

            Silas reached towards Lunette, grabbing her wrist as she tried to move away. “I’m just confused–”

            Lunette ripped her hand out of his grasp, “I told you to stop touching me. Never touch me again.” She continued to stomp off into the crowd of high schoolers.

            Silas stood there, bewildered at the exchange. “You really need to adjust better,” Jerrard commented, leaving his brother as well.

            The day continued with Lunette doing her best to avoid Silas, even in their shared final class. Once it was time to head to the Moore estate, Lunette chose to sit as furthest away from him as she could, avoiding dialogue and proximity. It wasn’t until the library that she was free from his presence. Today it would only be Jerrard in the library with her as she scanned over various books.

            “Ugh! I don’t understand a single thing!”

            Jerrard lifted his gaze from his own text he had chosen to read. “And why is that?”

            “Nothing makes sense! All I’m learning here is miscellaneous information about spirits and demons. Nothing about me as a witch, nothing about how to fix anything, nothing! The only thing that was actually useful was the paper trick.” Lunette slumped her body against the old wood of the chair. The faint sound of a piano playing reverberated against the walls. “And that stupid piano is back.”

            “What’s wrong with the piano?”