Jersey Stealing Pt. 3
This one is loooooong. I mean it. Probably longer then part one, but it’s worth it. If you all were waiting for the bullies comeuppance, this part is for you.
Amity. Is. Pissed.
Amity leaned against the cold steel of the flagpole, her eyes peeled. Normally the witch hated using the internet to look up people. The human world’s connected network was so filled with obnoxious jerks that it was no wonder Luz had one of them as a grom fear.
This was different though. She had to find what this girl looked like. As she stared into the endless amount of students milling out of the school her mind began to drift back to the night before.
As expected, her conversation with Luz didn’t exactly lead anywhere.
“Hey Luz? Can we… can we talk?” Amity asked hesitantly, watching as Luz got ready for bed. The witch had been patiently waiting for the right time to approach her about this, and now was as good of time as any.
Luz blinked in the mirror, before turning around and facing Amity, her toothbrush still hanging out the corner of her mouth.
“Mhmm?” Came the muffled reply as Luz adjusted the brush in her mouth to scrub at the other side.
“I can wait until you’re done you know.” Amity rolled her eyes with a smile.
Luz made a face behind the toothbrush.
“Mhhhm. Mhmm hhmmmm!” She argued fiercely as she turned to face the sink again.
Grabbing the water nearby, Luz cleaned her mouth and spit out what was left of the toothpaste, turning to Amity with a grin.
“No no!! See! All done!” Luz beamed, flashing her minty smile and making Amity laugh. She leapt from the bathroom to the bed and sat cross-legged facing Amity.
“Whatcha wanna talk about?”
“I want to talk about what happened a couple of nights ago.”
Luz’s eyes widened before she waved her hand in front of her face.
“Oh that? It just caught me off guard. I’m fine now-”
“No you’re not!” Amity said quickly, before Luz could try denying it all again. “You haven’t been acting like yourself lately and I’m not the only one who noticed.”
“Amity. I’m fine. It’s all in the past anyways.” Luz assured her, her smile fading to a small sliver. “Like I said, I just wasn’t expecting to see them ther-”
“I know what happened. At the game. What they said to you.” Amity interrupted her again, her voice coldly serious.
Shock registered on Luz’s face before her hands found the blanket underneath them and gripped it tightly. She looked down at it as her face hardened, her expression guarded.
But Amity wasn’t done.
“Lokte asked their brother if he heard anything and their brother told me.” She continued a little more softly, reaching out to put a hand on Luz’s knee.
“I asked your mother about Sasha. I think I have an idea of what she meant to you.”
The blanket twisted harder, Luz’s fists balling it into a small knot.
“It’s ok to be upset. But you’ve got to let me in on these things, how else am I supposed to help?”
Luz finally looked up to her. Brown eyes met amber ones and Amity realized with a shock just how watery they both had become.
“Can we… can we please not talk about it? It’s in the past. Anything she might have meant to me is all gone now, right? So why bother?” She practically mumbled, defeat dripping from her voice.
“Well it’s not in the past to me! I’m still learning about all of this. And they can’t keep treating you like that!” Amity argued.
“They don’t matter to me. I’ve got Willow and Gus, and Eda and Lilith.” Luz said quietly, slowly unwrapping her hand from the blanket to grab Amity’s, a slow grin reappearing on her face.
“Annnnnnd I’ve got you.” Luz waggled her eyebrows playfully causing Amity to choke out a laugh past the knot in her throat.
“Luuuuuzzz.” The witch groaned as her girlfriend’s grin grew bigger.
“I’ll be fine, perfectly fine, so long as I’ve got someone as wonderful as you taking care of me.” Luz teased further.
Amity groaned again and gave her a light shove.
“You’re such a cheese.”
“You’re right, I am a cheese. A big cheese to everyone who counts!” Luz shot back, straightening up and leaning dramatically on Amity’s shoulder, crushing her into the bed.
“And you loooooovvveeeee me.” Luz sing-songed as she flipped over and laid on Amity’s chest, looking her in the eyes.
Amity stared back into those big, dopey brown eyes and obnoxious grin and felt her heart flutter. Her face went red as she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah. I do.” She chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Luz on the forehead and making her girlfriend squeak in delight.
“Which is why I’m letting this go for tonight. But this isn’t over Noceda!”
Luz merely grinned.
“I’d expect nothing less from you, Blight.”
A sharp whistle jolted Amity out of the memory. She sneered at the guy responsible as he winked at her and disappeared inside the school.
The sooner she found Sasha, the better.
Another wolf whistle had her moving up and into the school. Navigating the hallways of the human school was a lot like finding her way around Hexside. The only problem was, she had no idea where Sasha could be. A thought crossed her mind as she made her way to the back of the school. If there was anyone who knew where Sasha could be, it was Bryce.
And Bryce was the star player of the football team.
Amity pulled plenty of attention with her wherever she went. If she wasn’t recognized for Hockey, her hair caught enough attention. Even though the dye job had faded just to the very ends of her hair, the bright green attracted many eyes.
Despite all of this, she thankfully wasn’t stopped as she made her way through the school and past the bleachers to the team currently practicing out on the field. She found Bryce fairly quickly.
Or rather. He found her.
“Oh would you look at that boys! This is the babe I was telling you about!”
Amity growled in her throat as a bunch of sweaty football players started running towards her. Their leader, the person she assumed was Bryce, had his helmet off and was walking calmly over to her, a disgusting grin plastered on his face.
“Is it true you checked Ricky Gormley so hard that he cried?”
“I heard that you’re the best shot on the team, why are you only on defense?”
The questions swarmed her ears as the boys surrounded her. Instead of addressing any of them, she glared at the player without the helmet.
“I assume you’re Bryce.”
Bryce’s grin grew as smugness flashed in his eyes.
“Why, have you heard of me?” Bryce acknowledged her with a wink that made Amity’s skin crawl.
She pushed through the unease and disgust.
“I’ve heard… some things.” Amity admitted, keeping her face blank.
Bryce nudged his friend in the ribs. The known bully leaned against the other player as he waggled his eyebrows at Amity.
“So whatcha doing round here?” Bryce teased.
“I heard you might know where I could find Sasha. I’ve got a few questions for her.”
The football player deflated for a moment before quickly recovering and sliding off his friends shoulder with a smile.
“Yeah. I know where she is. But it’s going to cost ya” He grinned wickedly. “How about a date with me. Next Friday after the game. I’ll even let you wear my jersey.” He winked as his friends loudly gasped and laughed.
Amity smiled and used her finger to draw Bryce is close. As he leaned in, he moved his head so she could whisper in his ear.
“I have a different proposition. How about you tell me where Sasha is, and I won’t embarrass you in front of your entire team.” Amity growled lowly, making sure only Bryce could hear her.
To her annoyance he simply straightened and flashed her another insufferable grin.
“Ohh. That sounds like fun. I accept your terms hockey girl.” He taunted loudly, getting into a ready stance.
His posse seemed to get even more rowdy at this, not having heard what Amity said and jumping to their own conclusions.
Amity rolled her eyes. Turning as if she was going to leave (a chorus of boos sounded behind her) she quickly whipped around and caught Bryce off guard. Using her shoulder to send him sprawling backwards while sticking her foot behind his own, he crashed to the ground in an instant. Amity took a step forward and stood above him, arms crossed.
“Tell me what I want to know or it’s going to be more then just the wind getting knocked out of you.” She snarled, stepping back and allowing him to get up.
Bryce blinked from his grounded position on the field.
“Hot.” He breathed out, a little dazed.
Amity growled as Bryce leapt to his feet, showing no signs of any injury or slowing.
“Alright. You got me. Sasha is usually in the art classroom after school talking with the teacher. Don’t know why, but I also don’t care.”
Amity rolled her eyes and turned to walk away, fighting the urge to make another comment or throw another punch. If Luz could keep her composure around him, then so could Amity.
That was, until the brute grabbed her arm. She reluctantly let him swing her around and to her surprise Bryce looked almost… shy.
“Wait. So about that date…”
“You’ve already been told I’m taken. I doubt it takes long for even an oaf like you to figure out I don’t like guys.” She snarled back at him, taking his hand off her arm and twisting it painfully until he crumpled forward in pain.
“You’re going to leave my girlfriend alone from now on, or I will come back.” Amity threatened lowly, releasing his wrist and pushing the football player back as he stared blankly wide-eyed and nursed his hurt wrist. “And next time you touch me, I’ll break your wrist.”
Amity turned around and started walking back up to the bleachers, the stunned silence of the team following her. Despite how good it felt to put Bryce in his place, to wipe the grin off his face, she immediately began to worry that she crossed a line. What if he came after Luz for the things she said?
Taking a quick glance over her shoulder the witch saw the injured player grinning at her once again. He cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled back up at her.
“Playing hard to get eh? I’ll see you again hockey girl. I know you can’t wait!” He yelled up at her before turning to his teammates.
His voice was faint but it carried up to Amity’s ears nonetheless.
“She must’ve heard about that creep Luz hitting on her. Honestly had me going for a second. Good to see she’s got a sense of humor though!” He laughed to his team.
Amity wished, not for the first time that the human world had just a little magic.
She would give anything to be able to burn the bully to ash.
Luckily doodles and posters adorned the ‘art’ hallway like signs pointing Amity where to go. It was far more quiet here then any of the other sections of the school and Amity almost felt like a ghost, hearing her footsteps echo loudly around her as she walked swiftly through the hall.
Her ears twitched from under the bandanna she wore like a sweatband. Following the faint sound of laughter, Amity found the girl she was looking for standing at the front of a large classroom with double doors.
Peering into the room Amity could see that Sasha was talking with an older woman with graying hair and kind eyes. They were both laughing at something the younger girl had pulled up on her phone, neither of them noticing the intruder.
Amity took the time to analyze her target. Sasha seemed to be a much different person now then how she appeared in her photos. Instead of the flowery and airy style she carried and wore in all of her pictures, she was dressed casually, wearing sweatpants and a bulky sweatshirt that almost threatened to consume her thin frame. It wasn’t the wardrobe that drew Amity’s eye however, it was the small almost barely visible strip of pink that waved in her otherwise blonde hair.
Unconsciously, Amity’s hand went to the remainder of her own dye job.
The movement was enough to garner attention as both teacher and student turned to face the doorway. As Sasha’s green eyes met her amber ones, Amity remembered why she was here. Her blood began to boil. Here she was, so calm and collected, so… confident, while Luz had been quiet and withdrawn for days now. It wasn’t fair.
Not waiting to be addressed, she strolled straight into the room.
“Can I help you miss?” The teacher asked kindly, freezing Amity in her advance. The witch stiffened. Collecting herself quickly, Amity turned around with a wide smile.
“No it’s quite alright. I’m sorry I was in such a rush! I must’ve forgotten my manners. I just really would like to talk to my friend over here.”
“Is that alright Sasha?” The lady turned to the blonde haired girl with a raised eyebrow.
Sasha looked between the two people in front of her before shrugging casually.
“I’ll be right back Ms. Reinard. Me and… uh, Amity, right?” Sasha looked over at the witch for reassurance and got a stiff nod as a response.
“Me and Amity are just going to step out into the hallway real quick.” Sasha finished politely as she stuck her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt and walked Amity out into the hallway.
“So… um. Why is the lead star of the hockey team wanting to talk to me?” Sasha asked quite shyly when they were far enough out of earshot. Not knowing where to stand, she settled with leaning against a locker.
Amity did not follow her lead. Instead she tore off the jersey she had on, leaving her standing in the hallway in just a white tank top and blue jeans. Sasha stared at her curiously as the witch began to fidget with the jersey.
“I wanted to ask you about something that happened at my last game.” Amity said coolly, her tone level.
“Oh. You must’ve heard about Luz…”
Amity’s heartrate spiked at the name of her girlfriend but she kept her face straight. Eyes half lidded. Don’t show any emotion. Gain as much information as you can. That was the way of the Blight.
“One could say that.” Amity replied casually. “What do you think of her?”
Sasha’s eyes widened almost guiltily as Amity continued turning her jersey over in her hands.
“She’s… she’s nothing you should worry about. Luz is mostly harmless.” The girl sighed, looking down at the ground and avoiding the witch’s intense stare.
Amity’s hands gripped tighter into the fabric of her jersey.
“That didn’t answer my question.” The witch ever so subtly growled.
“I don’t understand what you mean?”
“My question was what you thought about her. Though in all fairness, I guess it doesn’t matter. Luz never really cared about what everyone else seemed to think about her. Everyone except you.”
Sasha stared at her with wide eyes as Amity’s face twisted into a frown. Amber eyes drifted down at the jersey.
“Are you… ok?” Sasha asked after a moment. When Amity didn’t answer right away, the girl took a step forward.
Reacting quickly, Amity side stepped the hand that was coming down to rest on her shoulder and instead tossed her jersey up in the air.
“Yeah. Hold that for a second would you?”
Sasha lunged forward to catch the jersey just in time as the fabric unraveled in her hands. Suddenly, the tag attached to the back was sticking out. Sasha eyes locked onto it immediately just as Amity knew they would. After all, the colors Luz chose were hard to miss.
“What is this?”
“First you don’t answer my question, now you’re you saying you can’t read either?” Amity snapped.
The witch knew what was on the tag. Knew that Sasha would’ve understood it. Should’ve understood it.
When Amity had first gotten her jersey she had been a little nervous. A new jersey meant a new team. A new chance for her to get her teammates injured again.
Luz didn’t see it like that however. She was ecstatic, making sure it fit Amity well and making sure that she was plenty excited about her new jersey. When her girlfriend still had some reservations about it, Luz claimed it was simply because she hadn’t made it *hers* yet. Taking some markers and dashing out the door with the shirt, Luz emerged from wherever she had been hiding a few minutes later with a very bright and colorful tag that read:
’Property of Amity.’ With a small drawing of a hockey stick and puck.
A couple of weeks and jersey stealing incidents later and there appeared another line on the tag.
’Property of Amity. And Luz! (her amazing wonderful girlfriend).’
The understanding quiet that swarmed the hallway was deafening.
“So she was telling the truth…” Sasha spoke quietly, thumbing the tag gently.
Amity leaned forward and plucked the jersey out of Sasha’s hands. With her arms exposed, she cut an intimidating figure, the muscles she had gained from training and practice obvious. The movement seemed to startle the blonde-haired girl as she looked up in alarm.
“Look. I’m sorry, but you don’t understand. You couldn’t. The situations she’s caused and problems… You haven’t known her as long as we-”
“I don’t need to.” Amity interrupted calmly, gently sliding the jersey back over her head. “In the amount of time I’ve known Luz she’s nearly gotten me killed in a library, almost got my siblings eaten alive, nearly set us both on fire-”
“What kind of camp did you go to?!”
“-and almost terrorized an entire town with their worst fears.” Amity finished, ignoring Sasha’s question entirely. She held up a lazy hand gesturing to nothing. “And that’s just the short list.”
“Then… why?” Sasha asked after a short pause, her eyes lingering to a specific spot behind Amity’s head where the jersey’s tag would’ve been.
Amity laughed, a sharp and cold sound in the mostly quiet room. Sasha flinched, her back hitting the locker she was leaning against with a loud and hollow bang.
“You know the thing about you bullies, is that the one thing you never did was give Luz a chance. I almost didn’t either. That was a mistake.”
Sasha looked up curiously, a large range of emotions flashing through her eyes. The girl’s submissive stance was familiar to Amity. Uncomfortably familiar. Flashbacks from her days of sullenly stalking around Hexside flashed in her head.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, Luz was always the one who got us out of each and every situation. She’s always willing to help fix her mistakes.” Amity stared at Sasha pointedly. “Always willing to look for the best in people.”
The blonde haired girl in front of her hung her head.
“You threatened to call the cops on my girlfriend.” Amity told her plainly.
Sasha didn’t say anything, but instead sighed heavily and nodded. Her silence only irritated Amity more.
“You know I asked around. I’ve seen Luz deal with bullies before. I know it usually doesn’t ever get to her. I know about Bryce, about the brute he is. But you were 'different’. You meant something else to Luz.”
“I…” Sasha blinked, genuinely confused, “… what?”
“Tell me, since you’ve known her for sooo long. Have you ever seen Luz quiet?”
“Yeah. Quiet. Withdrawn. Sad.” Amity listed, annoyed.
“No, she’s… she’s always been really out-going and kinda loud if I’m being honest. Even when everyone was so clearly annoyed with it, she didn’t stop.” Sasha admitted. Her face grew with a sad smile. “Nothing really got her down.”
“Well it has now. You have.” Amity said coldly.
The blonde girl’s eyes widened, but the witch didn’t let her say anything.
“Luz has faced a lot of things, none of them pretty, and still come out the same person as before. I’ve seen her do it. But the idea she had of you, the hope she had… you were different in her eyes.” Amity explained shoving her hands deep into her pockets to prevent them from clenching into fists. A lump formed in her throat, the anger and empathy she felt balling tightly there and making it difficult to speak or breathe.
“But I see now you’re just the same as the rest of them.” Amity growled.
The sentence clearly had an immediate effect on Sasha who’s eyes flashed in anger, she rose up to defend herself but Amity was already done. Her anger was quickly fading, leaving her body cold and numb. All she wanted was to go home. To go home to Luz. With a short decisive wave she cut off anything the other girl could’ve possibly said and took a step closer, purposefully drawing herself up to look as intimidating as possible.
Even if it couldn’t stick with Bryce, she would make sure it stuck here. The last thing Luz needed was more of a reminder of just how badly the human world failed her.
“Leave my girlfriend alone. Tell all your friends that if they come near Luz again, they’ll get to experience exactly why I’m the best defensive hockey player in the division.”
Amity turned sharply, her footsteps filling in the silence left behind from the threat. She heard the door of the art class room open again after a pause and the teacher’s kind voice drifted through the hallway.
“Sasha… you’re crying. All you alright? Did something happen?”
Amity didn’t stop as Sasha hesitantly answered. She refused to hear her excuses, her mind stuck in the past. Stuck to the night Amity found her girlfriend nearly freezing to death, staring up at nothing. The night she saw Luz’s hope for something die.