Finally, chapter 3 is here, sorry for the wait. Hope you like it :D

Chapter 3

I was sitting at the boat lake in New York Central Park, the soft damp grass tickled my skin, the gentle evening breeze blew my long dark hair out around me. The most beautiful sunset encircled me. A voice gorgeous and enticing called my name. I'd heard this voice before.

I turned to find beside me the most handsome boy I had ever seen. His blonde hair framed his perfect face. He was beautiful.

We were so close to each other, I could hear him breathe. I could feel his green eyes watching me.

I met his eyes and my heart raced. I felt my cheeks flood with colour. I tried to look away, attempting to hide my blushing face, to avoid his stare but he grabbed my face in his hands and forced me to look up.

His eyes were like emeralds and I felt safe when I looked into them. And then I realized who he was. The blonde hair, the green eyes, his perfect features... how could I have missed it? Caleb... my new best friend but also the guy who'd taken over all of my thoughts for the last month now.

I couldn't believe he was so close to me, holding my face. He edged forwards slowly until our noses were almost touching. He'd kissed me once before, could I really let it happen again? He knew we were just friends. He knew I had a boyfriend. He pressed his lips to mine, making me blush even more. I couldn't help myself, my eyes closed as I breathed in his incredible scent, I circled my arms around his neck and I started to kiss him back.

Soon we were both breathless and he moved his mouth just below my ear giving us a chance to breathe. He brushed his lips across my skin.

"Wesley, I need you, please choose me," he whispered into the hollow of my throat.

I shot up in bed, my heart was racing and I was clammy with sweat. My chest moved in and out heavily as I tried to compose myself.

"Stupid," I said out loud. I turned on the lamp beside me. "Stupid," I repeated. "Damn it, Wesley, you need to get a hold of yourself. You love Aiden."

What was I doing, why was I dreaming about kissing Caleb when I was with Aiden? Actually, I'd barely had any contact with Aiden since I'd moved, well any of my friends for that matter. But Aiden, it was like he was going out of his way to ignore me. He always seemed in a hurry, distracted, or like he had something better to do. He never answered my calls and even when he did, we barely spoke more than ten minutes. Things just didn't feel the same, I couldn't explain it.

The first month at Westbridge seemed to go quickly despite how much I missed New York; yet, things weren't too bad when I was with Caleb. Both Miss Chessler and Stevie still hated me. Stevie Chessler, blonde and beautiful, she was a cheerleader and she owned the school. If you didn't follow her rules she made your life a living hell. That's precisely what she did to me. However, she generally just disliked me for who I was. She hated anyone who didn't worship the ground she walked on but I could live with that, I'd take social embarrassment any day over kissing her ass.

Today was October 2 – my sixteenth birthday. Alone in a boring town was not how I'd expected it to be.

I fell backwards on my bed, my head hitting the pillow with a light thud. I turned my head so I could see the red numbers on the alarm clock, 6:00 a.m. they told me.

I knew now awake, I wouldn't be able to fall asleep again; actually, I wasn't sure whether I would ever sleep again at all. That dream... it was more real than any dream I'd ever had before, kissing Caleb like that made me feel happy, excited and like a different person. I touched my lips gently with my fingertips; the kiss had felt so real.

I got out of bed and headed to my bathroom. I had a long shower, letting the water relax me and took advantage of waking up so early.

I went back to my room still wrapped in my towel and sat on my bed. I just stayed there for several moments, thinking. After a while, which felt like forever, I decided to get ready and face my parents. They'd been acting extremely weird the last couple of days, even more so than usual.

I chose a red plaid strapless dress and put it over a black tee, with black knee-high socks and my black combat boots. I decided to straighten my hair and finally finished with my eyeliner, mascara, blusher and a red lipstick.

When I walked into the kitchen my mom, dad and the cat were sitting at the table. They were all looking at me funny, even the cat. Had someone died?

"Okay, is this some kind of intervention?" I asked confused. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and sat beside them. "Are you going to say happy birthday today or just wait till next year," I said sarcastically.

"Sorry, happy birthday, honey, it's just we have something to tell you," she said rubbing my arm soothingly.

"Um, has something bad happened?" I asked, thinking the worst.

"It's not exactly bad, you just might find it a little disappointing," my mom said gently, her blue eyes looking at me kindly.

"I'm confused. What's happened?"

"Wesley, there are two worlds, the natural and the supernatural. This supernatural world is the home to many mystical creatures. And now you're sixteen you're allowed to know about it."

I laughed. "You mean like witches and wizards, vampires and werewolves. I think you've been watching too many teen vampire shows, Mom," I scoffed.

"Wesley, this is real. Me, well, I'm a witch or a half witch that is. Your dad, he's mortal, this makes you a quarter witch. There was only a fifty-fifty chance you would have powers... but I'm sorry, I don't think you do."

"Mom, this joke is not funny. Why can't I just get a car like every other normal sixteen year old on her birthday?"

"It's not a joke, sweetie. At midnight you were supposed to levitate from your bed but you didn't. That would have been a sign that your powers have came in."

"Your mom is telling the truth, Wesley," my dad added.

I stood up, noisily scrapping the chair on the kitchen floor. "I'm going to school. You have seriously lost it." I left the room annoyed. "Have my car waiting for me when I get home," I shouted from the doorway.

I walked into school and Caleb was already waiting by our lockers. He was grinning widely. When I reached him he pulled me into a hug.

"Happy birthday, Wesley," he said, crushing me in his huge arms.

"Thanks," I said weakly.

"Why aren't you the happy birthday girl?" he asked concerned. "You're sixteen. Drivers license," he smiled.

I tried to smile back. "I'm okay," I lied.

"You're clearly not okay, Wesley."

"Fine," I sighed. "I'm happy it's my birthday... it's just my parents, they are ridiculous, I think they are seriously insane."

He put his hands on my shoulders looking down at me. "My guess is, they are planning a birthday surprise or something and that's why they were acting weird."

"Maybe," I said unconvinced.

He nudged my side. "Cheer up, I have a present for you," he said grinning.

He pulled a flat badly wrapped present out of his bag and handed it to me.

I smiled to myself. "You wrapped this didn't you?"

Caleb's cheeks flushed slightly red. "Just open it."

I pulled off the wrinkled paper and underneath was a drawing of me. He'd drew me as an anime cartoon. It was amazing.

"Wow," I said simply. I was speechless it was so beautiful.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, Caleb. It's beautiful. Thank you." I flung my arms around him.

"Look on the back," he said.

I turned it over and read his message out loud. "'Happy Birthday, Wesley, my Princess of Darkness'," I said trying to imitate his English accent.

He stuck his tongue out at me and this made me giggle.

I looked down at the drawing again. It really was beautiful. "Caleb, you are amazing," I smiled.

"I know," he smirked. "Now let's get to English, we don't want to be late on your birthday. No reason to make Miss Chessler hate you even more."

I laughed. "I don't think she could hate me more than she already does."

Caleb smiled too and he grabbed my hand, pulling me down the corridor.

I scribbled all over the cover of my English notebook as Miss Chessler's annoying voice rambled on and on. I wasn't really paying attention, all I could think about was my parent's stupid joke earlier this morning. I mean, how did they expect me to take that seriously?

I sighed deeply. What did it matter; I didn't believe what they'd told me anyway. I mean, witches weren't real, right?

Just as the bell rang, Miss Chessler began talking about extra places on the cheerleading squad due to a girl being injured and another ill... why did she always have to go on and on about cheerleading. She then began to brag about their recent win at a competition.

"Please just shut up, just shut up, just shut up," I said under my breath.

Just as the words left my mouth, Libby's voice stopped. Okay, that was a weird coincidence. She grabbed her throat, gagging and croaking but no sound came out. Students started laughing and she instantly ran out of the room.

Everyone took this as their chance to leave and so did I. I grabbed my bag from the floor and headed out the room with Caleb following behind me.

I was glad when the bell rang for lunch. I hoped something to eat would make me feel better.

Caleb and I arrived first to the cafeteria. I was glad there was no queue for the food.

The smell from the hot food made me realise how hungry I was. I grabbed a slice of cheese pizza, a fruit cup and an orange juice.

Caleb pretty much had one of everything. We sat on the empty table in the corner just like we did every other day. As we sat down Stevie Chessler and her clones came through the cafeteria doors.

"Great, the Bitch has just entered the building," I said sarcastically.

Caleb just laughed and took a huge bite of his cheese burger. I rolled my eyes at him.

I took a bite of my pizza and immediately spat it out. The cheese tasted stale and the base was hard. I looked down at my boring fruit cup and sighed.

This was my amazing sweet sixteenth birthday, a crummy lunch, not one phone call from my friends or my boyfriend, and no present from my parents other than some stupid practical joke. This morning, all I'd wanted was a normal birthday breakfast with my parents, but no, even that was too much to ask. I absentmindedly ran my index finger around the rim of the plastic cup. I wished I had birthday cake right now.

"Hey, Wes, Earth to Wesley. Hello, Wesley Kinkle."

"Huh?" I quickly looked up from the table, Caleb's voice bringing me back to reality. His hand was waving in front of my face. I slapped it away.

I looked around me and realised I was still in the school cafeteria. I turned back to Caleb to find him glaring at me.

"Have you listened to anything I've said?" he frowned.

"Sorry, Caleb, my mind was elsewhere for a second."

"Whatever," he said, still sounding slightly annoyed.

I looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, Caleb, I just can't stop thinking about what my parent's said to me this morning."

"Want to talk about it?" he offered.

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, I'm playing one of my songs at an open mike night on Saturday and I was hoping you'd come watch me."

I smiled brightly. "Did you seriously just ask me that? Of course I'll be there, you're my best friend. I wouldn't miss it for anything."

"Awesome," he grinned before he went back to eating his food.

I watched him and smiled to myself. He was perfect. His messy but beautiful blonde hair framed his strong features and green eyes. His smile really was amazing too. I suddenly, felt my cheeks burning. I looked down so he couldn't see my blushing face. Why was I thinking about Caleb this way? He was my best friend. I was with Aiden.

I went to pick up my fruit cup but it wasn't there. Then I noticed in front of me a cupcake, it was chocolate with pink frosting and a birthday candle on top.

"Where did this come from?" I said confused.

"What?" Caleb answered, with his mouth still full of burger.

"Um, did you put this cupcake here?" I asked.

"No but I'll have it if you don't you want it?" he grinned.

"You can have it, I have no idea where it came from. I'm not eating it."

He took it from her hand, and ate almost the whole cake in one bite. "Tastes fine to me," he said while still chewing.

I rolled my eyes at him.

We started chatting about our first classes when I spotted Stevie walking towards our table. My worst nightmare was coming true. It was like a horror movie.

"Please kill me now," I said under my breath.

"Hi, Wesley, I heard it's your birthday today. Thought I'd come wish you a happy one," she said smugly.

I could see people looking and I was beginning to get irritated.

"Just go away," I said lifelessly.

"What? Don't you want my birthday present?" Stevie asked in a fake sweet voice. Her clones laughed.

"What I want is for you to leave me alone."

I could feel every eye in the room on me.

"Whatever you want, it's your birthday," she said sarcastically. As she walked away, she knocked my uneaten pizza onto my lap.

My dress was covered with a big greasy stain. Everyone was laughing. If people weren't watching me before, they certainly were now.

"You did that on purpose," I shouted, standing up from the chair.

"Didn't you like my present?" she mocked. "I thought I was doing you a favour, adding some colour to your wardrobe. Princess of darkness."

"When are you going to realise that calling me princess of darkness doesn't bother me. I dress this way because I like it." I pointed towards the door. "Why don't you just do us all a favour and disappear."

As soon as the words had left my mouth she was gone... Oh, my God! She really was gone and I felt as if I had done it...

Everyone was talking amongst themselves, wondering where Stevie had gone.

Without saying a word to Caleb I ran from the cafeteria. I needed to talk to my mom... Maybe there had been some truth behind her joke this morning…

Do you think Wesley now believes she's a witch?

How will Sabrina help her get Stevie back?

Hope you liked the chapter and I'll try to get the next one up as soon as I can :D