Tainted Enchantment

Seventeen year old Sophie has just enrolled herself into a magical boarding school for fairies, a creature no one at her age believes, and doesn't know it. But whilst struggling with the distance from her boyfriend Drake and family, she unravels the truth about her real father and why people are out to kill her. In the end, who can Sophie trust? The boyfriend that has come to rescue her? Her best friend? Her roommate? Or the fey father she never knew she was related to? Which one is out to kill one of the most powerful fairies in history? Will the surprise she discovers send her into waves of depression? Follow the journey as Sophie learns who to keep close, and who not to keep close.


6. Chapter Six

It didn't take long before my hands were running through his thick, dark hair and we were both gasping for air.  His back was pressed on the seat of the bench, with me lying on top of him, a smile full of love shaping my lips as I looked down at the guy I've loved for three years.  After wiping the tears off of my face, his fingers started looping through my hair.

     "Have I ever mentioned how beautiful you are?" he murmured as he before he brought his face up to sniff my hair.  His nose crinkled a bit.  "When was the last time you washed your hair?"

     That caused me to crack up as I pushed myself off of his body.  "Can you remind me why I love you again?" I teased him with a smile, wiping away the rest of the sadness that still stained my face.

     Drake's arms wrapped around me from behind and he brought himself into sitting position so that he could rest his head on my shoulders.  "Because I buy you amazing presents," he teased, pulling a small box wrapped in silver wrapping paper and holding it out to me.

     "Oh, yes, definitely," I agreed, taking the box from his hand and unwrapping it carefully. I cupped his face, kissing him quickly and with a quick flick of his tongue in my mouth, I pulled away and gasped at the silver necklace that sat perfectly well on the cushioning inside the box.

     He put it on my neck and pointed to the blue gem that hung from the strap. I grinned and held it in my fingers, thanking him with a kiss. He wriggled around my position on the bench and pushed me down lightly, placing himself on top of me. His lips were soft and slow and perfectly shaped for mine as he kissed me passionately and perfectly. I wanted to hold him against me until I couldn't any longer but, suddenly, he pulled away. As I gazed up at him, his cheeks went all dark purple and he mumbled something whilst fiddling with his hands.

     "Something wrong?" I asked almost knowing definitely that nothing was wrong. How could something so great go downhill in anyway?

     "No - I just, um ... I wanted to, ah, talk about our ... um, relationship ...?"

     "What about it?"

     He went an even darker colour and when I held his hand it was like he'd just removed it from a bucket of warm water. It was drenched. I wondered what could be so embarrassing or nerve-racking that he was reacting this way. Was it because I was moving away?

     "I want to be with you before you go."

     "You will be," I replied honestly and still a bit confused. I looked around as my friends approached. "OK, make it quick because my friends are about to intrude."

     A look of disappointment crossed over his face and he ducked his head, almost acting like a child. 'If I can't see you, you can't see me.' I smiled as Kiera waved and tucked her long fringe behind her ear, hurrying the others. I loved my friends.

     "I want to, um ... well,"

     "Drake, spit it out or I'll grab the words from down your throat and chew on them!"

      He jumped up and looked down on me. I flinched as he scowled but then puffed out his lips like he was ashamed. "Sophie, I want to make love to you and make you mine ... I think."


I sat in the smoothie shop, opposite Kiera, Wendy and Mackenzie drinking obsessively on my mango and passion fruit drink. Lilah was still up at the juice bar flirting with the boy behind the counter, winding her way into a ten percent discount. Kiera and Mackenzie rattled on about the party they were throwing for Lilah's birthday that weekend. Both Drake and I were invited, along with the fruit smoothie guy behind the counter as Lilah informed us after getting back from the bar with an extra dollar in her pocket than the rest of us.

     "Unfair," Wendy complained miserably.

     "Oh, get over it Miranda Kerr. Someone like you will be earning big bucks with that body in a few years. I'm so glad I made you go into modelling. Plus, you managed to pull the hottest guy in town!"

     Wendy shrugged and sipped at her seedy, strawberry drink. She truly was beautiful and almost identical to Miranda Kerr. She had long and silky brown hair and blue eyes, constantly obvious with the mascara and eyeliner she applied perfectly. Her body was what every girl wanted, curvy but smooth and slim. She had breasts that you could call quite big but not overpowering the rest of her features. In the sixth grade, when Wendy finally went on medication to clear up her acne and her height started making her look less bony and weird looking, Lilah convinced her to enroll in the modelling school her parents owned. Of course she was accepted right away and it was only last month that she was nearly picked for the front cover of a famous fashion magazine. Unfortunately, the actual Miranda Kerr took that opportunity.

     "Did you invite him to your party, then?" Mackenzie asked Lilah with a wobbly smile. My rich friend just tossed her hair, sipped at her drink and shrugged.

     "I doubt it will be a party for me much. More like more time in bed with smoothie boy!"

     "That's disgusting," I heard myself mumble and Kiera smiled at me. Luckily, she was the only one who heard and the only one sensible enough to be my best friend, not just the random people I hung out with everyday at school. She was more of a natural beauty than a Miranda Kerr. Sadly, Kiera's mother died when she was thirteen and her dad abandoned her when the stress and depression was too much for him to handle, so she was adopted into a lovely family of two other kids - and seven year old girl and a five year old boy. Nick and Simone.

     "Do you think your parents will let you go to the party?" she whispered in my ear.

     I breathed out heavily and tucked my purse into my bag, sweeping my drink up and giving her a tight hug goodbye. "I'll text you my answer after I run it by them. Bye."

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