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**Jacqueline's POV**

"For today's weather forecast. Heavy rainfall. Be sure to have your umbrellas with you and always be safe." The daily news' caster reminded.

After what I've heard into the television across my room, I looked outside my window and saw nothing but rays of sunshine. I thought to myself, "Please, just for once. Be wrong about the forecast."

Then gray of clouds starting to form, darkening what was once clear and beautiful. "Oh, whom am I kidding? That's her job," I exclaimed, to myself.

I readied myself for my weekend job, when my aunt Lia, entered my room and said, "Here's the car key. You'll need this." She handed me the key into my hands and then left my room after giving me a soft smile.

"Uhm, aunt Lia? I don't need this." I said, following her way and ready to give back the key when she stopped me.

"You do. Trust me." She said, sure. So, I just shrugged it off and went back to my room, again.

I grabbed my bag and wore my jacket then whispered, "ouvrir amplasare intrare." When nothing happened, I repeated, "ouvrir amplasare intrare."

I said to myself, "Maybe, I'm just not focusing enough. I should..." then suddenly my attention was averted to a wall clock and saw, it was almost quarter to eight in the morning. "Damn! I'm going to be late!" I exclaimed.

I hurriedly went to the doorway, when aunt Lia appeared out of nowhere.

"I told you. You were going to need that." She said, chuckling while pointing at the car key that I'm now holding.

"Yeah, of course. You knew." I sarcastically commented at her.

"Be careful on your way." She gave me a light hug.

"Thanks," I uttered.

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"You're late, again!" Dylan scolded me as soon as I entered the employees' locker room. Our manager's out of town for a month. So, he's currently supervising the café for the meantime and his parents own this place.

"Sorry?" I said carefully. I can't say anything more. Humans tend to get berserk when the supernatural happens in front of their eyes. So much more when heard.

So, I am not going to explain that my magic isn't working, and that's the reason I got late.

"Again, with your apologies and no explanations?" Dylan unbelievably stated.

Head hanged low. I stood still in silence and barely looking him into his eyes.

"If you're still not going to give me any explanations, you're on waiting tables for a week." He said, in authority.

That wouldn't be so bad, at least I'm not getting fired.

"Okay waiting tables for me then," On a monotonous voice, I replied.

Dylan left, then comes Drew, my co-worker who's my fellow witch.

"You're on waiting tables? How about our lessons? Being a barista isn't easy you know. That's why I look up to you!" Drew continuously complained, very worried that he won't be able to brew a coffee properly without my help.

"Sheila can help you, don't worry. I'll ask her." I said, tapping his shoulder lightly, telling him that it'll be all fine.

Today's business was slow. Few people are coming in, when sometime later, Shane asked. "You know, you can say anything just to reason out with Dylan. But why do you always keep your mouth shut?" He whispered behind me.

I turned around. "I tried. Believe me. I just got tired and stopped. He won't even let me. And now..." I whispered then shrugged, replying to his question.

"Trust issues?" He asked while cleaning up a messy vacant table.

"Oh, don't even go there," I warned playfully.

He replied in his defense. "Hey! I'm just saying."

"To be honest. I really don't want him to be involved in my life, generally." I explained. "And that's the reason I broke up with him." I continued.

Yes, Dylan and I had a history. He's a nice guy, but I'm the one who had problems. I just keep messing it up, and I don't want to burden him by adjusting his life just for me. I'm a walking time bomb. I don't deserve him, and he doesn't deserve me, either. He deserves better. Better than me.

To make it more understandable, I'm a witch and he's a human.

"Drama." He stated then smiled like he's feeling my pain.

I returned a smile and said nothing.

"Customers are coming in." I heard Sheila call from the counter.

"That's our cue," I said, then went to my assigned table.

"One cafe au lait and a chocolate cake," I said while jotting down his order. "Was that all?" I asked confirming his orders.

"Yes, that would be all, for now." He said still not looking my way and waving me off like I'm somewhat a fly who just happened to pass by.

"Rude," I whispered to myself.

"I heard that." He said putting down his phone that he's been looking for the last ten minutes I'm talking to him and looked at me like I've done something to offend him.

"Good," I said smiling with a straight face.

Keeping his voice low, he asked with a stern face. "It's that how you talk to your new soon to become alpha?" I laughed to myself at that thought. Did I really just offended him?

"Well then, it's that how you talk and act to someone who's taking your order? Especially when she's a witch?" I equally returned.

"Are you really testing me? Right now?" He stood up and towered over me like I'm going to cower like an idiot for him. Not a chance.

Everyone now's looking at our direction like waiting who would crack first.

"Nah, just take your seat. I'm going to get your order in a minute. We wouldn't want our new soon to be alpha waiting, right?" I smiled just to taunt him a little. That should do the trick.

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We are now taking a drive to our school, and even though Gale's the one who's driving she can't help but keep engaging in a conversation with me. She must know how dangerous it is... But you know, Gale isn't Gale if she doesn't do stunts like this.

"Oh, my goodness! Jack, why would you do that?" My best friend Gale asked very concernedly and shocked at the same time that made the car swerved a little but managed to stay on track.

"Be careful!" I said in shock that I held my chest for a quick moment.

I told her all about what had just happened last Saturday afternoon on my duty in the café, on how Karmichael got into my nerves, and everything just got out of hand.

"It kind off grew on me when he waved me off like I'm some peasant to him," I explained to her.

"Yeah, that's the point. Besides his omegas, others are just peasants to him." She's getting all emotional.