Hi everyone! Uhh, this is my first fanfic, and I'm pretty darn excited about it. If you have any pointers or tips for me, be sure to let me know about them in the comments, gotta improve and biz, y'know?

Anyway, about this fic: this is a predominantly Boscha story, the rise and fall of the infamous witch. Well, other way around really, fall and rise. It's a…it's a redemption story for Boscha. Or rather, it's how I predict the writers of our baby show will handle our favourite buff bully's redemption, should she receive one. If I'm right about this, then maybe I gotta switch from the Illusion to Oracle Track (Illusion is my favourite, love me some sneaky sneaks).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy chapter 1.

"W-Willow, ahhh…" Willow cocked her head to the side and pulled out an adorable smile, curious as to what is going on inside Jeremony's head. 'Woah, his eyes are pretty disorientating from this angle' she thought as she stared at her vertically eyed acquaintance.

Jeremony appeared to be shivering in his boots; this being heavily exemplified by the little pink slip held in his gargoyle-grey hands. She let out a cute, teensy-weensy giggle, thinking about how its shake-induced fluttering reminded her of Amity's ears fluttering whenever Luz died laughing from one of her silly jokes.

"I need to c-confess something to you Willow" the clearly terrified 14-year old said, gulping after saying her name. 'Wait…little pink slip…where did I see that before?' She thought, before snapping her attention back to her classmate. Seeing this boy obviously struggling to speak his mind, she grasped his pink-slip hand with both of hers, flashed him another smile, and calmly, softly spoke, "Jeremony, breathe. In by the nose, out by the mouth. Relax."

Not knowing how much of a smack to the heart her smile was to the poor boy, she felt his grip tightening around her hands, especially stinging her already pained palms. But, he did as he was told, in by the mouth, out by the nose. Another giggle left her after realising this quite easily avoidable mistake he made. She felt no judgement though.

Eventually, he calmed down enough to not remind her of her green-haired friend, and the flustered face she'd make whenever making eye contact with Luz from across History class. 'Hmmm…Amity…Amity and Luz…Amity's crush on Luz…Amity's mysterious pink note to Luz…in this very corridor…' before she could figure out the connection to her current situation, Jeremony finally spoke. Well, more like explosively blurted out. "Willow, I like you!"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaa…" She couldn't help from awkwardly exclaiming, the shock clearly registering on her face. But not a bad kind of shock; more like a wide-eyed, Oh-my-Glob-I-got-the-top-score-in-a-test-I-didn't-study-for kind of shock. A pleasant kind of shock. Abruptly however, that all changed when she noticed the absolute horror on the poor boy's face. 'He just confessed to liking you, clearly this wasn't easy for him. And you respond with…random sounds? You really are a dummy' she thought, a pang of self-guilt washing over her. 'This isn't about you Willow, this is about Jeremony' she immediately mentally retorts, rectifying her face to hide the shame she still felt in her heart.

With the self-loathing still simmering away at the back of her mind, she covered all that negativity up with a bright smile, shutting her eyes for effect. "Jeremony, I'm…sorry, that was an inappropriate response. I hope you'll continue your…confession. I'd like to hear what you have to say." Opening her green eyes, she saw Jeremony slowly, but surely, brighten up, a shy smile creeping on his face, like a baby boy being held by his mother after breaking a vase and not being scolded for it.

"Uhm..." that smile of his getting bigger and bigger, clearly preventing him from continuing, for the time being that is. Eventually, he does "Sorry, sorry, I uhh…" taking a break to remember what Willow told him, he breathes, in by the nose, out by the mouth, getting it right this time. "I know this is coming from nowhere, we don't know each other all that well. I wasn't even sure you knew my name" this little reminder of her knowledge of him makes him blush like crazy, maybe even giving Amity a run for her money. "but I think you're very pretty. Gosh, I'm so nervous, heheh" Now it was Willows turn to flash those rosy cheeks of hers.

"Heheh, thank you Jeremony, that means a lot to me" she replied with a big, bright smile. She doesn't believe it of course, she's not really pretty, but she's flattered that Jeremony thinks so. "You're also sweeter than a mama turtleduck caring for her babies. And so amazing at plant magic! I mean, you flooded the entire entrance of our school with your vines; what other student here could do something as cool as that?" Although she was incredibly flattered by Jeremony's kind words to her, the irony of that event didn't fail to pass her mind. She did create those vines fighting off the principle and former best friend, protecting her new human friend from being dissected after all.

"What I'm saying is…I-I really like you, and I…*breathe* I want you to be mine." 'Oh' She thought, stunned that someone could develop a crush on her. Half-a-Witch Willow. Why would anyone even like her like that anyway? 'Jeremony comes first' she concludes, stuffing her lack of self-esteem at the back of her mind like everything else.

Softly caressing his pink-slipped hand, Willow gently smiles and hopes this helps dampen the let-down she's about to regrettably give the poor boy. "Jeremony" she begins, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I'm…so flattered by your confession. Honestly, I would never have thought you felt this way about me. Your words made me so happy, and I really do appreciate you opening yourself up like this for me."

Feeling the boy's enthusiasm build, she closes her eyes, hoping to avoid the heart-shapes growing in his, before she has to break them in two. "But…*breathe* I'm sorry, I can't accept your offer." Willow feels Jeremony's hands go limp in hers, a smile still etched on his face, but his eyes losing the light it had before. Yep, those hearts are effectively ripped in two. Letting go of his hand and caressing his face with hers, she continues, "You're incredibly sweet, and thoughtful as well. Honestly, I'm sure that was the best confession ever given on the Boiling Isles. But I…I can't accept. See, I'm…I'm into girls…"

Willow pauses, anxious enough to peer into his eyes, waiting to see his reaction to her reveal. She's never told anyone before, always keeping the knowledge of the girls she fancied over the years to herself. Not that it was all that difficult, it's not like she's had anyone to tell for the majority of her school life anyway. And with regards to Luz and Gus, the topic of her previous crushes just never came up.

With regards to Jeremony, he…stared at her for a while, in a dazy sort of way. Like he was watching his favourite sports team come this close to winning the Champion's League, before having the star player receive an injury, and with that, their winning chances fluttering away in the wind. But, she saw something else as well. Those hearts in his eyes, the ones she's ripped to shreds? They appeared to be slowly, but surely, repairing themselves with sticky tape.

Eventually, he emerged from his stupor, a small but noticeable smile magically materializing on his face. Nodding, he said, "I-I understand Willow. I didn't know you liked girls like that. Uhm…" shuffling his feet as the nervousness returned, but not as cripplingly as before, he continued "I'm really glad you're cool with me being so upfront. I know this must've been a shock to you. But…you made me feel better about myself. Honestly, this is probably the best rejection I could have hoped for. I'll see you around, okay?"

Grinning after his rejection, Jeremony walks away to his next class, a sad but content skip in his step. 'Such a weird combination' Willow thought smiling, distracting herself from the events of the past couple of minutes. "Oh" Jeremony exclaims, backtracking his steps and popping up in front of Willow, snapping her out of her skipping thoughts. "I forgot to give you this. I know you're not into me, but it's…a little something I wrote. Maybe it'll make you happy" Handing over the mysterious pink-slip, he flashed her a smile, and trotted away again.

'His smile looks so genuine' she thought to herself.

"So how did it go bro? Did she read the poem you wrote her? She must've said yes, right? That shit was so cheesy, haha." Jeremony gave the teen boys surrounding him a death stare, signalling for them to back off. "Come on guys, I can only deal with one question at a time, sheesh" he replied, annoyed at being expected to answer a bajillion questions at once. "Okay okay, fine. We're just curious. You seem pretty chippy, our boy getting his first girlfriend" one of them excitedly apologized, before prompting a squeal of elation from the teenagers.

"Actually…heheh" Jeremony shyly replied, scratching an invisible itch at the back of his neck. "She kiiinda said no" Deathly silence suddenly filled the group, encouraging one or two of the older students in the corridor to glance behind them, wondering where all the squealing came from. And more importantly, why it stopped.

"I can't tell you why she said no, it's kinda personal, but I've accepted it. That must've been the gentlest rejection I've ever had" he offered, a contented smile crossing his face. "Titan knows how much of those you've gone through" one of the boys jokingly replied, sensing his friend's peace with the result. "Yeah yeah, joke all you want dude. After today, I'm certain I've made friends with the coolest girl in school. Willow is so amazing"

Before continuing his rant on his crush, Jeremony is suddenly, and rather violently, shoved against the locker door, slamming his head against the locker demon's bulging teeth. Not the point end of it, luckily for him.

"Watch it, dork!" comes a malevolent yell from Boscha. The bitch captain of the grudgby team, Boscha had a tendency to treat those she considered lesser than her with contempt. And given her quite large stature, what with her strenuous training regime, she could easily bully the vast majority of her classmates. Even some of upperclassmen actually.

"S-Sorry Boscha." replied Jeremony, rubbing the back of his head where the demon's teeth knocked into it. "You'd better stay outta my way, if you know what's good for you." She exclaimed, before flicking her head, and her magenta hair by extension, and walked away, the rest of her gang following her lead.

A couple of steps in, Boscha freezes. 'Wait…what?' she asks herself, pondering over what she just heard. 'Willow…coolest girl in school?...the fuck!?' She violently turns to face the boy, enough to instantly snap the average students' neck if it weren't for her powerful neck muscles. "What did you just say?" Fire and brimstone burning in her three eyes, she stares down at the cowering 14-year old boy, flexing her muscles as she mulls the statement over in her head. 'He just said Half-a-Witch was the coolest girl on school, didn't he?' She answers the sickening question in her mind. 'How dare he compare that failure of a witch to m-' she pauses her train of thought, suddenly realising what the kid said before that.

'"…gentlest rejection I've ever had". Rejection…as in "asking her out" rejection?…he asked Willow out?' With coldness in her voice, an iciness not even experienced in the blizzard-prone expanse of the knee, she repeated the question out loud, rephrasing it of course. Boscha gets mad precise when she's furious. And precise she was when she slugged Jeremony right across the jaw, preventing him from answering her question. And knocking him out cold.

In her fury, she hadn't noticed a large crowd had gathered around her, gasps and wide eyes surrounding her as Jeremony lay unconscious on the floor. "Oh no" she hears an upperclassman sigh as she looks down at what she's done. "She hit him" she heard someone else say, shaking his head and shuddering at the sight before him.

Boscha was a bitch. A bully. Sneers, name-calling, the occasional trash can over the head. That was Boscha's game. She's never…been violent before. As overwhelming panic overcomes her, she takes one more glance at the kid laying sprawled out on the ground, and with her own self-guilt rising up inside her, she quickly, briskly, walks away. Avoiding the judging or horrified stares of her schoolmates, she keeps her head down low, and stops when noticing her friends aren't following her. "Oh right" Skara nervously exclaims, before her and the rest of Boscha's gang scurry along to her side, giving up a "sorry" or "excuse me" as they do.

Woah, that was…hectic. Not ganna lie, I got chills writing that end section with Boscha. For all the Boscha fans reading, I do offer up my sincere apologies. I like the gal just as much as anyone, so I definitely do see how presenting her in such a negative light would be off-putting. But I promise, there is a redemption at the end of this. Things will get worst for her, but they'll get better too.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I'll be releasing the next one soon. Till then guys, adios