Page 49 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
Dammit—focus, Nora,I command, realizing that I've been staring at Bellamy’s junk while being broadcasted to millions of viewers across America.
Clouds.
Fluffy shapes.
No hard broomsticks in sight.
It only takes another few moments for Loïc to fill out his card and, as soon as he does, I snatch up my pen and scrawl my answer onto the paper. I get up to put it in the box—except, it’s at the same time Bodie does. Together, we race forward.
"Sorry, darling, I promise to make it up to you later."
Bodie shoots me a wink when his card drops in before mine.
"I'm sure you will," I flirt back, internally screaming.
Please let the network know what they're doing by making me submit at the end.
"Aww, looks like the Glitterina the Teenage Witch might be going home," Bellamy fake pouts, wiping away an imaginary tear. "So sad."
"We'll see about that," I snap, not pretending about how much I want to punch his smug smile off his face.
I amsosetting his pants on fire when we're away from cameras.
Yeah,my ovaries cheer,and we’ll put it out with our jui—
"All contestants have submitted their divined answers. lLt's see who answered correctly and figure out who will be moving on to the final round."
As he reads off all the questions, and each contestant's subsequent answers, I realize that they’re all about the network, the staff, or the studio building itself.
Easy enough to manipulate the answers while giving us a chance to guess,I note with a worried frown.
"Bellamy was both correct in his answer and the first to submit it, meaning he has secured a slot to move on to the final trial!" Carter announces, making my frown curl even further. "Loïc, unfortunately, you were incorrect in your answer, but submitted before Bodaway and Crystal Moon—who were both correct. Meaning as of right now, it’s anyone’s game! Crystal Moon is saved from elimination from winning the last trial, but not if you vote her out! Call or text the number at the bottom of the screen with your pick or by voting on our website.Who will go on to the final round?We will announce who after this quick commercial break."
"Cut!"
I stand there frozen, willing my nerves to settle. The network made me go last for a reason—and I have immunity, right?But what if the network doesn’t want me on the show anymore? Are the viewers going to ‘vote’ me off? My stress level soars higher than a witch flying on her broom. Thankfully, though, the network doesn't give us a break to let me stew. Jake dashes out to touch up makeup on the four of us—as well as Carter—before scurrying off as the producer counts down to filming again.
Good.
Otherwise, I may have thrown up if I had to wait to know if I’m continuing on—and no one wants to see that.
"Welcome back! We have our viewer votes tallied and are ready to announce who will officially be moving to the final trial."
Carter pauses for dramatic effect.
Obviously, as if this isn’t already stressful enough as it is.
Where is that bundle of wine coolers Preston got when you need it?
"Bellamy Putnam and Crystal Moon, our two rivals, will be battling it out in the final trial!" Carter booms, the crew and a recording of an audience whooping and hollering sounds as soon as the announcement is revealed.
My whole body relaxes to the point that I may pass out.
Thank the goddess I won. . .
I almost had to flip my witch switch.
Now, to just take down Bellamy once and for all—then I’ll be done living my hex life.
