Brian sidled up to the red-haired girl with sweaty palms. Her name was Stefanie, 10,000 leagues above his own. She looked like Faye Reagan and had a rich dad. He’d only ever seen her hanging out with dudes the size of dumpster trucks. He was pretty sure she did coke. How the *everloving shit* was this going to work?
In his mind he repeated what Betsy had told him for the umpteenth time: “Look into their eyes, will them to desire you, and a switch will flip in your head. The spell will be cast and you’ll feel yourself drawing them in.”
Betsy and Sam, the members of his new coven, were watching from the other side of the study lounge. The sight of Stefanie’s ass in expensive jeans woke up his hunger for satisfaction. It had been building since that first morning in his bathroom. His lust mixed with his nerves. His heart was going to explode. He couldn’t do this. He sucked in a breath and spoke.
“Hey, umm, h-hey Stef.”
She turned around from the pencil sharpener and gawked at him. “Uhh, what?”