Mistress(es)

Ep. 1: Introduction to Hypnotism

Wasting too much time trying to decide if she needed to change anything, Abby realized that she had used all of her time up once she finally came to a decision.

'Screw it,' she thought, 'Skyler always compliments me no matter what, right?'

With that, she said farewell to her mother, then ran out the door and started the trek over to the school, anxious to see what the day had in store. Little did she know, it was about to be a lot more exciting than she would have ever imagined...

Her usual spot at the back of the cafeteria was already fairly packed by the time she arrived, and the first few moments of her morning were spent handing out hugs and hello's to everyone that she hadn't gotten a chance to see over the summer. She had picked up her schedule on the way through the front door, and set to comparing it with everyone nearby. There were a few classes she shared with some faces that she was excited about, but her mind wasn't occupied with them for long. Her eyes nervously darted around the lunchroom, keeping an eye out for the boy that she knew would be coming any minute. Her heart beat fast as she anticipated his arrival, and she cursed under her breath that Cleo was running late as usual. Her friend knew how nervous she was, and had promised her that she would try to be there before Skyler arrived.

She didn't really get why she was so nervous. After all, Skyler was still her friend despite her fiery feelings for him. They had known each other for most of her life, and they had talked a million times before. Why would this be any different? It wasn't like this was the last morning they would ever get to reunite. Like she wasn't going to see him a whole lot after high school ended. Like this was the last year she had to finally confess to him how she felt...

Oh, God, it was all of those things. This was it; Abby needed to make her move this year or she was going to risk losing Skyler forever. How was she going to do it? She didn't have the confidence for that. She was freaking out about just saying hello to the guy this morning. What if she butchered that? This was going to set the tone for the rest of the year, and Abby needed to be 100% ready for when he-

"Hey there, Little Red." a voice muttered right beside her ear.

Abby let loose a small squeak as she whirled around, facing the handsome eyes that she knew would be smugly staring at her. There he was. Skyler Withers. His piercing blue eyes stared at her just how she'd expected, holding her captive in their allure. His longer, dark hair was cleanly swept to the side, yet somehow flowed wild and free amidst the order, stopping just at his eyebrows. His lips were curled into that trademark sly smile, and in the moment, Abby couldn't help but feel flustered at how close he was standing. Still she worked to compose herself.

Furrowing her brow, crossing her arms, and contorting her lips into a disapproving frown, she held her ground, staring down the sly grin that wouldn't break before her.

Skyler chuckled to himself, "Aw, what the heck is that look for?! I haven't seen you all summer and this is the hello I get?"

Abby did her best to suppress the desire to smirk at the handsome boy before her and turned her nose up at him, the weight of nervousness instantly melting away, "You know I hate when you call me that."

Little Red was something that Skyler had called her ever since he found out that he could tease Abby and get away with it. It made more sense back when her hair was a more vibrant red than what it was now, but the resemblance was still there. Admittedly, Abby didn't mind the nickname; she liked that Skylar was endeared with her enough to give her one, but she still felt like a kid every time her called her it, and that part did get under her skin.

Skyler couldn't help but laugh before opening his arms for the girl, to which Abby happily stepped inside. His big strong arms tightened around her, and Abby's heart couldn't help but flutter at the feeling of his warm body pressed against her. The T-shirt that he was wearing was the perfect amount of tight for her to feel every. Glorious. Detail.