If You're Lucky...

Chapter 2

I snorted. "Sexy! Yeah...sure!"

"You take no credit for yourself!" Tara exclaimed, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. "If only you could see what I see." Her dark eyes were gentle and she smiled.

"Plus with some makeup..." She started and I punched her jokingly.

She took her time applying all sorts of products I didn't know a face could need. But when was done and pulled me in front of a mirror, even I was stunned.

My baby blue eyes were fierce with the darkened eye shadows and liner. My eyelashes longer than anyone's I had ever seen. My lips, already plump, seemed larger and colored a deep red shade. My few freckles were hidden away.

Her finishing touches included waving my dirty blonde hair and selecting a killer outfit.

"I didn't do much." She scolded my compliments. "I just enhanced what was already there."

She took my hand, flipping it until the palm was facing her. "And last but not least, a palm reading!" She wiggled her eyebrows at me. I watched her work. She brought my hand close to her face, studying the hands and curves in my hands. She smirked looking up at me.

"You're going to meet someone tonight."

"How do you know!?" I gasped, grabbing my palm back, studying it myself. I never knew how this witch shit worked.

"Well I mean, all I can tell is you are gonna meet someone, tall, and something about new..."

"New? Someone new?"

"I don't know. Could be. Or it could be someone from your past that seems new or in a new light, I don't know...it's all soooo..wrinkly."

I frowned, crossing my arms. "You are the least helpful witch. Tall is the most vague description of a boy if I ever heard one."

Tara grinned, shrugging. "I never claimed to be all knowing. Plus I haven't exactly learned all the ways of my coven yet." She took my hand again squinting, moving it side to side as she searched again.

"Is Wes coming?" Tara asked, glancing upwards at me, and then back to my hand.

"Yep." I answered nonchalantly. "Why does my palm mention him?"

"No." I shifted uncomfortably. She dropped my hand. 

"Well?"

"I can only assume it means one of two things: either you are going to meet someone brand new or you are going to meet someone and see them in a new way. And it's definitely a tall boy."

I grinned shaking my head at her. She laughed out loud.

"Maybe..." She said daringly, moving closer to me, "You will hook up with someone hot wolf man." 

"Please don't call male werewolves, wolf men, that's just...weird." I said laughing.

 "Well you know what I mean..." She pushed me slightly with her hand.

"Yeah right. I can't even get human boys to notice me, much less a werewolf." I sunk back against my bed. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Tara cried out. "You are so attractive. In like a goddess type way. The boys at our school notice you, trust me. I see them staring at you when you walk by. I hear them whisper..."

"Then why has no one asked me out. Or took me out. Or tried to kiss me...other than Wes." 

"Jesus Christ, Ansley. I can't believe I have to explain this to you." Tara said shaking her head. "You are so attractive that no one has the confidence or the guts to even talk to you. And it doesn't help that you surround yourself by huge, dress like they are in the Outsiders, good looking, wolf men...I mean boys...I mean, fuck it. You know what I mean."

I furrowed my brow thinking. I didn't notice anyone looking at me or talking about me. Tara rolled her eyes.

"You are so oblivious." She muttered. "And Wes isn't a bad catch, Ans. The fact that after all this time he even had the guts to try is just like...sexy."

I was silent. Thinking about everything she had said. Tara was observant and had a great feel for her surroundings. I guess it's her witches intuition.

"Anyways...good luck!" She grinned and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back; her touch was always so calming. I wanted her to stay so badly.

"Call me the second you leave the party!" She warned, pointing at me, as she walked towards the door.

"Scouts honor." I called back as she left the room. I turned and faced myself in the mirror pensive. I looked myself over trying to piece it all together.

"I need a drink." I sighed.