Chapter 3 by wicker

What's next?

The Spell

Bree was pissed. Someone had sneaked a photo of her coming out of the dorm shower and shared it with every frat on campus. She knew it was the bitches of Pi Pi Kappa. The president had threatened her to stay away from "her man," when Bree had Dale Covington as her lab partner even though there was no flirting. Bree had told the president, CeCe Swann to "fuck off," and Cece told Bree to watch her back.

Bree spent the weekend at her grandmother's place. Grandma had an isolated place on the edge of swamp. Bree's grandmother was witch, or someone who dabbled in spells and potions and sold them to the locals in the small town that was close by.

Bree took a shower and put her underwear on, but she was so pissed at her humiliation, went straight to the basement to work on a spell to get **** on Cece and her fawning sorority sisters.

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