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Pretty high school girls are the bomb! They can also be the greatest source of frustration for a sixteen-year-old boy. I'm not talking about sexual frustration either. Barbie and her crew were following me! They didn't have good spy skills, so I caught them plenty of times during the next two weeks. They appeared to grow more frustrated and puzzled as the days progressed. A Coven is generally a stable entity, but Magic and frustration don't mix well.

Julia Ann's boyfriend was also waging a more obvious war on his boundaries. He must have figured out that Julia Ann only cared about her two limits. Since he didn't give a shit about money or me, he was having himself a ball. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible, which gave the girls plenty of opportunities to stalk me.

I was about to report their behavior to the school administrators when the girls decided on a more direct approach.

"Michael!" someone yelled. I turned around and almost ran for it. The girls must have thought about the possibility because they came at me in a spread formation.

"We want to talk to you," Barbie said.

"You have me surrounded," I said, looking from girl to girl. "Do you I have a choice?"

"Be nice," Persephone said to the girls. "You get more with honey."

I raised an eyebrow at her. Persephone had red hair and vibrant green eyes, a deadly combo to the male thought process. Gianna straightened her back and pushed her boobs at me. Her very big and round boobs were a deadlier combo against me thinking straight!

"Come with us," Gianna told me. "Please!"

I wanted to not look, but as I had previously stated--ALL intends teenage boys to stare. They were a gorgeous pair of tits and no bra could help that much!

"Five pretty girls," Jenaveve said to me. "You should be jumping for joy that we want to get you alone."

"A baby Coven!" I replied. "I don't need those thirty-five minutes in any heaven."

CJ stepped in front of me. She stared up at me with her dark brown eyes! Smiling, she put her hands on my chest, stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed me.

I followed her when she walked away.

"Get out!" Barbie said to the man in the living room. He was the one who accompanied Barbie on her first day at our school. I watched him walk out of the room.

"I thought he was your dad," I told Barbie.

"He is," she replied. The other four girls shook their heads at me. I nodded slowly and kept my mouth shut.

BUT ... I couldn't!

"I've never seen someone treat their father like a servant," I told Barbie as I looked around the large room. She didn't respond. I turned towards her; she was staring daggers at me.

"You told us that we need him, Barbie," Persephone said softly.

"Do you hate him because he named you Barbie?" I asked seriously. "I'd be pretty pissed if my parents named me after a toy, unless it was Tonka. That would be fucking cool!"

"Would kissing you again shut you up?" CJ asked. She lounged on the sofa and smiled at me. The girls sat down around the room; Barbie stayed on her feet.

"I'd be quiet during the kissing," I told CJ. "It is weird to eject your dad from the house."

"Maybe it's her money," Jenaveve told me.

"Is it?" I asked Barbie. "So your mom was the rich one?"

The blonde's eyes hardened. I would have sworn the room temperature dropped ten degrees.

"My father owes me," Barbie said. "For a number of things!"

Considering my lack of a relationship with Julia Ann, I could understand feeling like a parental unit owed you.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked the girls.

"You can see through a very powerful Illusion Spell," Barbie told me. She reached into the collar of her shirt andpulled a necklace off. She held it out so I could look at the sapphire pendant.

"I don't understand," I said with a frown.

"When Barbie has the pendant on, everybody sees a Goth brunette with a lot of pimples," Jenaveve said. "A really ugly chick!"

I didn't like the way the girls stared at me. A little hungry!

"Okay..." I twisted my lips. "Seriously?"

"Very!" Gianna replied. "Barbie's father is a Wizard. His White Grimoire isn't very big, but it has the details for making a few items like Illusion Pendants."

"Maybe it isn't a good Forging Spell," I suggested.

"It doesn't work like that, Michael," Gianna replied. "He showed us his White Grimoire when we told him about you seeing through the Illusion. Every Spell is high quality!"

"So you do NOT have a Grimoire?" Barbie asked me in a strong tone of voice.

"Girl!" I said with some exasperation. "Not a black one, a white one, or even a pink one!"

"There's Pink Grimoires?" Jenaveve asked.

"They're lesbian-only," Persephone deadpanned. It took a few seconds for Jenaveve to realize the redhead was joking.

"He can't be a Warlock," CJ told the girls. "You always know when a guy has that kind of power."

Whether they are male or females, the possession of a Grimoire earns a person the title of Wizard. All other not Demon-bound or Young God affiliated Magic using males are called Warlocks; females get the Witch tag.

Barbie nodded, looking me up and down. "Yes! He'd make himself the King of the School if he had any kind of power. The cheerleading team would be lining up to suck his dick."

I shrugged at their accusatory looks. Sometimes, you get blamed for things other guys have done, although blowjobs from all the cheerleaders would be on my menu if I had the juice to pull it off.

"I've always been partial to Emperor rather than King," I told them.

"No jewelry," Gianna told Barbie. "He definitely doesn't have an Artifact or we'd be able to trace it."

"The Immunity is the key," Barbie replied.

Gianna nodded. "I agree--the indirect spells failed! There's nothing about that in anything I read."

"Are you ladies going to talk amongst yourselves?" I asked. "I could use a soda, so I'll come back when you're ready to say some shit that makes sense to me."

"I didn't stop the Fireball," Barbie told me. "The one I threw at you in the cafeteria."

"Yeah! I remember!" I took a step back.

"It wasn't an Illusion either," she continued.

"It had to be," I replied. "I didn't get burned!"

"And I've spent the last two weeks in the town library and Magic Shop trying to figure out how you could manage it without being a Magic user yourself," Gianna groused.

"We did more to you, Michael," CJ said. "A lot more and none of it worked! Barbie's dad tried a couple of things from his Grimoire too."

"Shit!" I took another step away from them.

"We got bupkis!" Persephone said from behind me. I spun around; the redhead was blocking the doorway.

"The indirect spells failed completely," Gianna...