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14. Tiffany Confronts Kyla

13. Tiffany's Thoughts

12. Melissa Wanders

11. Aftermaths

10. Leaving the Gym

9. Jon and the Cheerleaders Face

8. In the Gym

7. Jon's Day

6. Karyn "helps" Jon

5. Bumping Into Sarah in the Hall

4. First Period Honors English

3. It's Kyla's House

2. Karyn's Detour

1. You Are What You Wish

Tiffany Confronts Kyla

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Kyla Leeson had left the school grounds and gone to her favorite place for re-charching: the comic shop. Not only was Milholland's Comics and Games a haven for Kyla's favorite hobbies, she was almost always the only girl there, the only witch there, and so could re-charge in peace without worry of confrontation.

But Tiffany had other plans. Hooking Lake Point's biggest geek by the elbow, Tiffany "guided" Kyla with surprisingly little protest into a private gaming room that would have held a Magic: The Gathering mini-tournament if this had been a Monday, Wednesday, or Friday. Just as Tiffany had hoped, as she positioned herself between Kyla and the only exit back to the main hall of the comic shop, she gauged Kyla at not even half of her usual energy levels. And Tiffany was almost full up.

"I know that was you in the gym," she started, just to feel out the reaction.

"You mean the one who re-re-worked the spell that you were re-working and made people forget about Melissa?" Kyla teased. She was pretty sure the cheerleaders hadn't noticed that. "No, that wasn't me, that was Athena and her friends."

Tiffany had to briefly search her memory: who was Melissa? But the mere mention of the name broke through the goth coven's spell, and in a split second Tiffany was back on her metaphorical feet, even if she was still a little uneasy. Perhaps it would have been better to gather more information before confronting Kyla. Too late now. She filed away the detail about the goths for later.

"No, you little nerd, the whole stunt. Jon, the competition, everything. It was your strings pulling his puppet. I found the stone you gave him."

"Who, me?" Kyla teased, bringing her hands dramatically to her chest in a false show of innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Kyla was trying to get under Tiffany's skin. She wouldn't let that happen. Tiffany closed her eyes for a moment and took a meditative breath. Anger was not her element. It was necessary sometimes, but it was not where Tiffany thrived. Tiffany thrived with seduction.

"Oh, don't be so modest," the cheerleader smiled. "It was a complicated spell, a powerful spell. You did such a good job preparing it. You should be proud of yourself." Tiffany swung her hips to the side, sending subconscious messages to the jewel embedded in her belly-button piercing. Kyla would clearly be able to tell that a spell was being cast, but she might not have the resources to counter it.

"Okay, fine, I'll admit it." The geek girls' voice came out in slightly heavier breaths than before. "I've been plotting to overthrow the cheerleaders. Just me. Alone. Because you might be powerful, but I'm smarter than you."

"Oh," Tiffany cooed, taking a step forward and swinging her hips in the other direction. "You are so smart. So much smarter than I am." The magic was radiating off of her now. Kyla would have to spend valuable energy just to avoid being overwhelmed.

Her arms crossed over her chest, defensively. "T-that's right. So whatever you're doing, it's not going to work." Kyla knew that was a cliche, but she found her attention focused on the motion of Tiffany's hips, following them like a pendulum. She couldn't muster a more clever comeback.

Another step, another swing. "Of course it's not." Tiffany brought up a hand to gently rest on Kyla's shoulder, softly guided it up her skin, dragging her fingers delicately along, until she was cupping the girl's cheek. "How could I ever outsmart someone as clever as you?"

Kyla shivered briefly, but then found herself more relaxed. She lowered her arms and looked Tiffany in the eyes. Looked at her blue, half-lidded eyes, smoky eyeshadow capping a perfect wing tip of mascara.

"These aren't the eyes of a planner, are they?" Tiffany's breath reached Kyla's skin, but the geek was focused on those blue eyes. "You're such a smart girl, Kyla."

Another shiver, and any resistance was gone. Tiffany brought their lips together, and Kyla let out a submissive moan.

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