She wanted him to pay attention to her, but she wasn’t about to bear skin or throw her undergarments at him. Well…not in front of everyone.
Finally, they ended, but there was one more song. Liam and Finn put their guitars up and left the stage, joining Meg and Corrine at Eva’s table. The girls welcomed their guys back with a kiss. Bree was now seated, and she leaned forward, staring at Devin, wondering like the rest of the students, what he was about to sing—the secret song. He took off his red electrical guitar, and replaced it with a black classical one.
Lucas had left his drum set and was at Devin’s microphone. “Well, that’s it for the Four Leaf Clovers tonight,”—students grumbled—“but my man here Devin”—he motioned to his friend, who held his head down, nervous, his guitar clutched to his chest—“is going to entertain you with a song, something that he’s been working on so secretly, I didn’t even know about.” He clapped Devin on the shoulder. “And I’m your best friend!” Devin looked up at him, gave a slight smile, and then turned away, plucking a few strings on his guitar—a melancholy sound. Lucas turned back to the audience, unaware of his best friend’s mood. “Give it up for DEV-IN MOR-AN!”
Everyone erupted in applause, along with whistles, shouts, and fist bumps against the table tops. Eva couldn’t help it and clapped too. Devin looked at her and unexpectedly smiled, but he seemed nervous. Even from this distance, she could see him blush or feel his anxiety—she wasn’t sure—but they had a connection in this moment. She was the first to stop clapping, sensing something extraordinary was about to happen.
Lucas left the stage after he’d shut off the red and green lights, but he didn’t sit at Eva’s table with the rest of their friends. With a Vodka punch in his hand, he went to a wall switch, and shut off all the chandelier lights, except for one that shined down on the solitary singer.
Everyone was quiet, waiting.
Devin leaned forward, his mouth close to the microphone. “This one’s called ‘Hey, Girl.’”
She heard him speak, actually speak, and for some reason, she sensed that he was speaking only to her. It was a silly thought, but it made her happy, and she stopped viewing him as a suspect. No, he wasn’t being controlled by a warlock! How could she love someone who was evil?
There was another round of applause and whistles, but when Devin’s fingers went to the guitar strings, it died down.
Silence, again.
He kept the tempo slow, staring only at Eva.
When I first saw you
I wanted to speak
But my throat clenched
My words were benched
Instead I took off
And as the days passed
I kept running from you
The black-haired beauty that was new
If you haven’t guessed by now
I wrote this song for you
And now I can finally say
Hey, girl
Hey, girl
Hey, girl, how are you?
I need you to know
How much you crushed my soul
When you kissed his lips
I couldn’t come to grips
He held you so close
I watched as you gave in
Right before my eyes
Oh, how I wanted to die
If you haven’t guessed by now
I wrote this song for you
And now I can finally say
Hey, girl
Hey, girl
Hey, girl, how are you?
At midnight, join me up high
And we’ll talk the night away
Words won’t fail me and I won’t flee
Of this you must believe
Give me a chance
Don’t leave me in despair
I’ll wait for you above
I won’t fall out of love
If you haven’t guessed by now
I wrote this song for you
And now I can finally say
Hey, girl
Hey, girl
Hey, girl, how are you?
Hey, girl
Hey, girl
Hey, girl, how are you?
Silence.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Two people had shouted that in unison: Lucas and Bree.
Bree bolted off her chair, pointing at Eva. “You choose her over me?!” she screamed at Devin.
But that wasn’t the biggest attraction. Lucas threw his drink down to the floor, barreling to Devin. Eva knew what was going to happen next: they were going to fight. And it was all over her—the black-haired beauty.
Hey, girl, you’re in deep shit.
19
Confessions
Devin tossed away his guitar and it landed with a crash to the floor. His fists were raised, ready to fight his best friend, as Lucas charged forward, shouting.
“You motherfucker! All this fucking time! I’m gonna kill you!”
Lucas swung first. Devin blocked the attack with his arm and gave Lucas a slam across his jaw. Lucas’ head wobbled and it seemed like he was about to fall, but then he straightened up, and took Devin by surprise, landing a punch right to his eye. It was so fast and hard that Devin fell to the floor. Lucas jumped on top of him, slamming his fists wildly like a madman at Devin’s face, over and over. Devin held his arms up, trying to block his punches, but Lucas threw them apart, hitting him again and again. Then he leapt up and started kicking Devin in his side, over and over. Devin tried to block Lucas’ kicks, but he was weakened, dizzy.
At first, many of the students (the boys) had been excited.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” they chanted.
But now that it seemed that Devin could get seriously hurt, all the Leprechauns rushed up to the stage, with Liam and Finn at the front, ready to break it up.
Lucas wasn’t ready to back down. “I knew something was up with you!”
Devin tried to move, to get away from the assault, but Lucas pounced on him like an animal.
He grabbed Devin by his neck with both hands, shaking him. “You fucking piece of shit! In love with my girl! Eva’s mine! MINE!”
Finally, Liam and Finn, along with a bunch of other guys, pulled Lucas off of Devin. He kept kicking, punching, and cursing at anyone around him. The girls were screaming, with half of them already bolting up to their rooms. Soon, the headmaster, along with the professors and the staff, came barreling down the stairs. Obviously, they heard more than just a simple rock concert.
Eva sat at the table, frozen. Bree had already stormed off, but Meg and Corrine were by her side. They were speaking to her, but she didn’t hear them. She was too absorbed at the scene in front of her.
Sara Brogan, the nurse, sat on her knees beside Devin. He was still on the floor, clutching his side, spitting out blood. Eva wanted to run to him, to hold his hand, but she couldn’t will herself to move, clutching her hands to her legs.
She felt the envelope in her pocket:
MEET ME AT THE BALCONY. MIDNIGHT.
She looked at the shamrock clock on the wall. It was already midnight. There would be no meet. The note was from Devin, there was no doubt, and because of his declaration, and Lucas’ rage, they wouldn’t be seeing each other anytime soon.
Sara was assisted by the staff and the professors. Headmaster Quinn, with Coach Brennan, a few Leprechauns, and Liam and Finn, were dragging Lucas to the cafeteria.
“I’ll kill you, motherfucker!” He bellowed at Devin one last time, before his curses and shouts were silenced down the arched hallway, into the cafeteria.
“What happened?” asked a familiar voice.
Eva looked up from where she was sitting to see Colin. He crouched down, so that they were eye level.
“Lucas and Devin got into a fight.”
He snorted. “I can tell that. Why?”
Meg leaned over, grinning. “Devin’s in love with Eva! Can you believe that?! All this time and he’s been in love with her! Isn’t it romantic?! And he did it in song! In
front of the whole school!”
“I think we should go see how Liam and Finn are doing,” Corrine said, giving Eva a sympathetic look.
When Corrine tugged at Meg’s arm, the bouncy redhead said, “What? What? What’s going on? Why are you pulling me away?”
Corrine finally succeeded in dragging the confused redhead away.
Eva turned back to Colin. He refused to look at her, staring down at the floor.
“Colin…” She trailed off, not knowing what to say.
It was news to her too. The disappearances, the doubt, the anguish, when all the time, he liked her, hell, he loved her. It was so much to take in, especially since the aftermath of his confession.
Colin slowly raised his head. “Now I see. I could tell, you know? I could tell when you first arrived. You spoke of Devin, nonchalantly, but you liked him, didn’t you?”
“I-I didn’t know what to think of him. He would never speak to me. Never would be around me. It was like I disgusted him, but it frustrated me so much that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. And I wondered, since Leprechauns disappear when they get nervous, that maybe he was nervous around me, because he liked me.”
It was a long speech, but she was glad to tell someone.
“I like you, and I don’t disappear,” he said softly.
She shook her head. “I just…I can’t deal with this right now.”
“COLIN!” Sara’s voice rang out for him. “COLIN! COME HELP ME WITH DEVIN!”
He hesitated, but finally stood up, and gave Eva a pained look, before walking to Devin, still lying on the hardwood floor. He helped him to his feet, and Devin laid his arm around Colin’s shoulders.
“I got you, c’mon,” Colin said, taking care to walk slowly, heading to the east wing.
There was a small nursing station at either wing, filled with bandages, ointments, and other rudimentary instruments. Eva was afraid that he’d have to go to the hospital, needing stitches, but when the headmaster approached—who looked harried from Lucas’ behavior, still shouting in the cafeteria—he said, “Not that bad. Could’ve been worse. If an ambulance is required, let me know.”
Sara nodded and walked ahead with Colin and Devin trailing behind. The headmaster sighed and went back into the cafeteria. Eva looked around and noticed that she was all alone. Tables were turned over. Chairs were upside down. Presents were all over the floor. And somehow the red and green lights from the show had been turned back on, flashing all over the Commons Area. It had been an appalling Christmas Eve concert. And Eva couldn’t help feeling that it was all her fault.
“Gorgeous,” Colin had called her. She was so gorgeous that three guys wanted her, but she didn’t see herself at that, and laughed aloud at the ridiculous of it. Then she started to cry, slowly walking among the debris. Liam’s black cowboy hat was on the floor, presumably knocked off during the melee. She wiped her tears, picked it up, and held it to her chest. Next, she found Corrine’s trampoline, and held onto the handle, allowing the weight of it to drag her arm downwards. It kept knocking against her legs as she walked back up to her room, with Lucas’ shouts and curses in the distance.
Inside her room, she found Meg and Corrine. The bathroom door was closed, and she could hear Bree crying, but it wasn’t from a vision—it was from a broken heart. Eva hoped that another fight wouldn’t start out, because she had never been good at that, and always relied on Soledad to defend her.
“You’re back!” Corrine exclaimed, smiling, jumping off her bed.
Eva ignored her joy, handing her the hat and the trampoline.
“What was your gift?” Eva asked Meg.
Meg grinned, shooting out her wrist to show off a silver-hearted bracelet. “It’s from Finn. He was my Secret Santa. Can you believe it?”
Eva laughed, despite her sadness. “Yeah, there were a lot of things that happened tonight that could be described as unbelievable.”
She went to her bed and sat down, just staring at the green carpet. Soon, Corrine was at her side, with Meg on the other.
“Are you okay?” Corrine asked, holding Eva’s hand.
Meg held Eva’s other hand. “I can’t believe it! Devin’s been in love—”
“Yes,” Corrine interrupted, agitated. “We’ve established that.”
Meg groaned. “I know that! I’m just saying! It’s—”
“Unbelievable,” Eva repeated, continuing to stare at the carpet.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay,” Corrine said.
“I’d rather not,” she said. “I just want to go to bed.”
She wasn’t tired at all, but she wanted to be alone.
Meg and Corrine nodded and left her. Bree finally came out of the bathroom, having changed into her pink velvet pajamas that matched her puffy eyes. She took one glance at Eva, muttered something, and threw herself down on her bed.
“Turn the damn lights out!” she shouted, muffled from underneath all the layers of cloth where she hid.
Meg did instantly. The only light that remained came from their laptops, and soon, all three roommates closed theirs shut. But before Eva did, she looked at the time. It was one o’clock, well after Devin’s note to meet with her on the balcony. But she knew he wouldn’t be there. He was being tended to by Sara, and perhaps being interrogated by the headmaster. She assumed that Colin had bolted as soon as Devin was in safe hands. He didn’t want to be around the guy who sang his love for Eva.
She wondered if Lucas had calmed down. From his attack on Devin, Eva had no doubt that Lucas could be bound to this dangerous, cunning, and powerful warlock with dark designs that Muirgen and Aghamora had spoken of—but why did he allow himself to be taken so easily? What else was going on?
She wanted her ancestors to help, but she didn’t know how to contact them, and from their last encounter, the ghosts didn’t seem too willing to offer up any valuable information. They couldn’t even tell her if Lucas was the one, even though it was a high probability.
Eva was confused and her head hurt, mostly from the Vodka punch, but also from the anxiety of everything crashing down around her. But she really wanted to see Devin. She had to see Devin.
Under the covers, fully dressed in the same outfit she’d worn to the concert, she scanned her roommates. Meg was asleep, her chest slowly rising, and then falling. Corrine—such a light sleeper—was passed out with her mouth hung open. Bree was snoring.
This was her chance. Eva slowly crept off the bed and out of the room.
Someone had cleaned up the Commons Area, with only the Christmas tree lights near the entrance relit. She wondered if Colin had done it and wanted to see him—to see if he was all right. But she stopped herself and turned to the east wing, to the Leprechaun side where Devin might be, waiting for her on the balcony, all bloodied and bruised. She hadn’t heard an ambulance, and assumed he was okay, but worried all the same.
She looked up at the shamrock clock on the wall. If he was waiting, she was now two hours late.
She remembered the balcony from her first day at Green Clover Academy. It was in the east wing part of the school, and as she’d found out later, it led from an abandoned room on a vacated floor where the Four Leaf Clovers practiced.
Silently, but quickly, she ascended the narrow stairwells with lights from the chandeliers flickering as she passed. Finally, she made it to the fourth floor. It was deserted, as she had expected, but the eerie silence disturbed her. At the end of the hallway was a door, slightly open, and she could see a light.
Slowly, she advanced to the door. It creaked as she pulled it open, and she slipped in, leaving the door just a tad open the way it was before. The only light in the room came from a naked yellow bulb in the center of the ceiling that granted some illumination to a set of drums and a few guitar cases.
In the distance, a natural looking light beckoned her to come closer.
It was the moon, shining down on the balcony where someone—she wasn’t quite sure who—was lying on a
green lounge chair. His left hand clutched a beer, holding it down on the gray stone balcony floor. His right hand held a cigarette that she couldn’t see, but witnessed the smoke and smelled the tobacco. The snow had ceased, with a slight chill in the air, but she was hot all over, even in her navy short-sleeved tee. The guy lying down wore a T-shirt too, but it was either navy like Lucas’, or black like Devin’s.
Still, she wasn’t sure who it was. She didn’t know where Lucas was and wondered if Devin had let slip about the note, sometime during the night, while she was waiting in her bedroom. And now Lucas was here where she expected Devin. No doubt he would be angry, ready to attack her, in his maddened state.
When the mystery Leprechaun moved, he winced, and let go of his beer, to hold his side. Now she knew it was Devin. He was in pain from Lucas’ attack.
She tiptoed to the back of his chair. “Don’t vanish,” she said in a loud, desperate voice that surprised her.
He was surprised too and almost knocked his beer over when he scrambled to get up. Quickly, he grabbed the bottle before all of its contents spilled out, and then he got up from the chair. He turned to her and smiled, blushing. Then he threw his cigarette in the bottle, extinguishing it, and set it on the ledge of the balcony.
He smoothed his fingers through his long black hair, brushing it back. She stepped closer and saw his face under the moonlight. His left eye was bruised and swollen shut. Cuts and other bruises were all over his face. His lip was cut, but the blood had long dried.
She closed the gap between them, crying, and reached up to hold her hand against his face, gently touching. “Why aren’t you in the hospital?” she asked, looking at his one open eye, sparkling green.
“Shhh…no,” he urged, gently taking her hand in both of his. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”
She had heard him talk, only once, and sang for most of the night. But his words, his communication with her right now was like the sun breaking through the clouds after a cold thunderstorm.
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