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Of Love Unwanted And Unprecedented Situations
Author Note: So, I've finally updated. Hope you all like it. I would generaly appreciated if anyone commented on it so as to know what you think is right or wrong (as in a constructive criticism).
Chapter the Third:
Of Love Unwanted and Unprecedented Situations
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I awoke very suddenly, when the image of a warm breakfast came o my mind. Pancakes and grits, French toast and scrambled eggs mixed with small samples of peppers, cheese and onions. Cool milk and chilly oranges awaited me along with fresh apple slices and oatmeal covered with cinnamon. I knew my mouth was watering plus that some drool had dripped out of and onto my purple, blue star lined pillow. I rubbed my eyes slightly, trying to focus when I jumped back at the sight of someone, who most clearly wasn’t Larinx, sitting on a chair next to me.
I calmed when I saw that it was Veir. I should’ve known, he must’ve searched my mind for my favorite morning foods, which was basically everything I could eat that was considered breakfast.
“Veir…God… It’s three in the morning.”
He smiled a bit, in a sweet and apologetic way.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Dude, you’re my friend but I am not your mother… And I don’t like you that way.”
“…You consider all possibilities don’t you?”
“I watch too many Soap Operas, so deal.”
“You are clearly not a morning person.”
“Morning?”
He pointed to the ‘Hello Kitty’ watch on the desk next to my computer. I sighed, for in blinking red numbers it clearly said: 5:06 AM. The boy had awakened me just an hour before I had to be up to start getting ready for class. I groaned and rolled over, hoping the boy would just go and leave me to the glorious slumbering lands of sleep.
“Don’t wish me away. Do you enjoy sleeping that much?”
“Yes, what do you want?”
Whining, I reluctantly sat up to give my friend room, wrapping myself in my comforter and hugging my pillow as though it were a giant teddy bear. Veir shuffled a bit in his seat, which was my small magenta office chair for the desk that was a few feet away, between my bed and Larinx’s; the latter, all the while, was hugging a silver dragon doll and snoring slightly. I huffed and Veir sat down on my bed, wearing his pajamas (a black shirt and white plaid pajama bottoms), crossed his legs (Indian style) and rested on the wall along side me.
“I’m getting visions.”
“Is that unusual?”
“Yes.”
He wasn’t looking at me, only staring at the ceiling. His eyes were far off and distant, as though he were trying to watch or find something amidst the air or in his thoughts. At moments like these I couldn’t help but think about what might be going through his mind, which was something that made me more curious than I already was. I clapped my hands together, rather loudly but my snoring roommate only shuffled once more. I hopped off the bed, sat in my magenta office chair and propped my legs up on the bed. I tried to look wise, or otherwise thoughtful.
“Vell then, vat’ is vothering you my nakishka.”
I tried using what I considered to be a ‘Psych’ voice, like those psychiatrist your parents take you to when they think you’re suicidal or sexually active. Veir smiled and his eyes glinted in slight humor to my words, as well as my following motion which was scratching my chin, inquisitively. I always seemed to take things as a joke, poking at it until someone would eventually laugh. Laughter was sometimes considered the best medicine.
Waiting there, in my comfortable position, hands on my lap as Veir remained silent, I watched; after a few minutes, he shifted a bit in his spot upon my purple comforter. Thoughts revolving around what he could be thinking floated into my machine of my mind, the gears turning and the little workers greasing them to make sure they worked smoothly. Perhaps it was nothing, or perhaps it was something. Whatever it was, I was curious to know, more curious than in most of the other moments of slight interest in my life. There was no way of helping it. It was simply part of my way of being; curiosity always came with the package of meeting interesting and slightly perplexing people.
Finally, after many more moments of silence, Veir grunted.
“I don’t know how to explain them but… They are visions that are always different. They all have a common factor. Besides seeming like dreams...”
“And that is?”
“I’m being chased.”
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After about forty minutes of talking, Veir returned to his room to sleep for ten minutes before having to wake up. Larinx hadn’t even budged when the alarm went off. I wondered if the others would wake her or she would on her own. Deciding to be a Good Samaritan, I opened the curtains in the room, as well as the windows, to let in the bright sun of the fresh Thursday morning. My roommate mumble and, humming loudly, I trotted over to my vanity; she threw her pillow at me. I opened the drawers in my vanity and closed them, banging them loudly until the ‘pyro-chick’ turned to me with a glare.
Shrugging and smiling gaily, I dodged the small dragon she had been sleeping with. It rebounded off the wall and hit me near my lower back; apparently it was harder than it seemed. It was a good thing the soft tail hit me and not the plastic horns on its head. How would that play out in court? Perhaps: Assault with a plastic toy? Larinx soon got up, mumbling about annoying people and the possibilities of an accidental fire happening. For good measure, I pretended to rush to the bathroom to change, only to find it closed. I knocked to no avail, it was clearly occupied. .
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Patience was never one of my strong points and five minutes had passed but it felt like twenty to me.
“Who takes twenty minutes to shower and change? I can do that in thirteen!”
Kyle stopped next to me, looking as grumpy. At that moment I realized he wasn’t a morning person like Larinx and it made me see that they mirrored each other, in a way. Although it seemed that there was no way that they would come to this statement on their own accord unless I mentioned it. Of course, I feared a glare or a ball of fire coming at me so the decision came that it was time to keep my thoughts to myself. Why let everyone know exactly what you think about them when they probably didn’t even want to know?
The door opened and some steam left the bathroom as the person within it came out. It was girl, about five, maybe six, inches shorter than me. She looked slightly Japanese, but Mexican at the same time. Her hair was incredibly flat, I wondered if she had to iron it or if it was actually like that, and of an onyx color, with the tips being a bright baby blue. She, of course, was wearing the school uniform with a small pin that had the number 4 on it. I could only gather from that she was one of my roommates, as well as a level 4 student. For some reason I felt threatened by her, just standing there in front of me.
“Morning…Rouge.” Kyle smirked.
The girl stared at me in a rather creepy manner, well creepy to me, and then held her hand out.
“Wow! You’re actually not going to kill her?”
Rouge. That was an odd name. I remembered it was supposed to be mean red in French. Perhaps her family, like Veir’s, contained some French heritage. She kept walking, sending a small glare at Kyle as she did so. He merely smirked again, apparently already knowing how to deal with the smaller girl. Maybe my instincts were wrong; then again they wouldn’t be called instincts. Before debating that in two different languages with six mini ambassadors in the confines of the court of thoughts in my mind, the girl’s words reached me,
“Don’t push it Kyle.”
First name basis, it clearly showed these two had known each other for a while. The thing was that the boy’s name was practically spat out, like some poison taken on purpose and shot out at the correct moment. Her tone was now icy as well, I pondered maybe saying something but I decided to keep my nose out of it. This last was good for me, for my curiosity always seemed to make me act and say things that I would regret later on. Not that the situations I usually got myself into weren’t funny, they were just unnecessary. Now, as I watched her leave, the gears in my mind dove into overdrive, as though trying to record this knew occurrence and the obvious expressions seen in the small hallway. Hopefully, the mini-me’s in my head would not fail to place all the new information in the correct file cabinets.
Kyle nudged me and nodded to the bathroom, hastily, I entered.
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“Why did I have to be in an advanced math class? Why did I have to sit at the very back of the class? Why did I have to sit next to him?”
As I sat at my beige and brown, wooden patterned and black metal desk, my foot tapped impatiently on the white, rather marble-looking, floor. No one noticed, though I hoped the glorious entity next to me would not appear bothered either. I mimicked a small regurgitating noise, masquerading it as a cough, while I thought about the new description I had given to this. This made my heart jump; this made it pump; this made the blood flowing through my veins boil and burn like fire, fire that could never be cooled. Vaguely, the small mini-me workers in my head were filing down all these knew feelings, and I knew this pretty well. They were all just in my head anyways.
The teacher continued babbling on about the ‘Unit Circle’ and ‘cotermals’, thus showing that I would not be able to follow a single word for the rest of the year. But once the math is known was trigonometry and geometry, plus pre-calculus and calculus, one would know that simply practicing before the test would suffice no longer. My foot continued tapping and I realized I could not stop it; it was running on its own now.
And I could almost swear that I jumped the moment a hand pushed lightly against my side. My green eyes slowly turned to this being beside me. Slowly, agonizingly so, my breath caught somewhere along my esophagus, leaving me unable to breathe, but soon I simply started to inhale through my nose, as was a norm for normal humans. At least I hadn’t freaked out, not like on the day with the door...and the yelling.
“Why? Why did I have to yell rape?! Why couldn’t it be fudge cookies?” I whispered softly before completely turning to Spencer, perhaps God’s way of saying that he was temptation in its true form. I had fallen for the obvious jock, the one who was well mannered and good-intentioned, but unable to see the fawning geek he seemed to consider a new friend. And, oh, how I had wished everyone would’ve just dissipated, that they would disappear leaving us alone and letting raging teenage hormones take over. Alas, it was not meant to be and I quickly snapped when Spencer snapped his fingers in front of my face.
“Olivia? Are you ok?” He actually seemed worried. His expression was ‘uber’ cute and as the anime girls expressed ‘purely kawaii’. My heart started pumping again, even faster, if that was possible.
“Me? I’m...I’m cool. Why?” I was such a liar...Liar, liar, pants on fire!
“You sort of spaced out for a moment.”
“I’m...Uh...I mean...I was just thinking about...how I’m going to understand this....at all.”
“Well, if you’re in trigonometry with us then that makes you smart. You must be, you’re only in ninth grade, right?” I nodded, weakly and mesmerized. “At least you’re smarter than other girls I know.”
If I could’ve danced at that comment, if only I could’ve told him how much it really meant to me..At that moment, I thought I would jump out again as he pulled his chair closer to mine and then put his notebook between his desk and mine. It had some sort of equation which was similar to the one on the board. Once I noticed this, I saw that several other people were pairing up or in small groups. Perhaps the teacher had given a class team work assignment or something?
“Do we have to...do exercises or shi- I mean stuff?” No cursing. Be sweet and pure and cute... could I pull off cute? Why was I worrying so much about this? Spencer was only a guy! He was just some jock that played tennis and saved me from a flying tennis ball and happened to be my dorm neighbor and is sitting so close that it would almost seem like a romantic comedy if one of us just moved and kissed the other and we ended up crushing out noses together.
“No. I was just wondering if you could explain this to me, my parents will kill me if I don’t pull up my grades, and my tennis coaches won’t be too happy either.”
“Help you? Would I! I mean... I would, I most definitely would. We can’t let your parents or coaches torch your ass right?”
He laughed, a small and deep voiced one. It showed his maturity and at that moment, I decided that giving in to the feelings I currently held would not be a bad idea at all.
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“You’re pretty silent.”
Kyle stared at me through his new, square and black glasses. I fidgeted with my white blouse’s collar a bit. I shook my head and smiled weakly, my heart was pumping again because my thoughts were still centered on this morning. Right now, though, I guessed I should’ve been nervous about Power Class. Like Veir and Larinx, I too had been assigned to Level 3. It would be time to take the first one in about three days. The title and level weren’t that interesting to me, although I felt more at ease around my new friends, the feeling of being where one belonged had settled deep within me. As my thoughts swerved and swirled, I felt something nudge my side. If I had moved my head any faster, my neck would’ve snapped. I did wince and rub the back of it a bit, while unable to realize it was my fantasy sitting next to me.
My fantasy, it was such an odd thing to say about a guy that I barely even knew. Either way, I could notice the tell-tale raised eyebrow of Kyle. The older boy beside me smiled at both of us as he sat his lunch tray on the lunch table. I had forgotten we were supposed to be eating lunch, but my chicken wings and biscuit remained untouched.
“How are things going? Settled into your classes nicely?” Kyle coughed and I distinctly heard something along the lines of ‘she’ll faint’. “What was that?”
“Oh, Trey said that the coach wanted to see you in lunch. Something about someone trashing the lockers?” The ‘Mr. Fantastic’ boy waved his hand as though it weren’t really a problem. Spencer nodded and looked serious, then took the fries he had on his tray and quickly launched a hand to grab my biscuit. I slapped his hand away but he took it anyway, with a laugh no less. I watched him, eating fries and laughing while I looked like I was about to go into a fit, hand over my mouth.
“I owe you one...Olivia.” With that he left, and I was left biscuit-less and with a now fully laughing Kyle. I took a bit of skin off my chicken wing and tossed it at him, only to have Larinx take out of its landing spot, his hair, and eat it. She had arrived, apparently with Veir, the moment Spencer got up.
“Shut up.” They hadn’t said anything but I was furiously blushing, my face felt hot and my brow was furrowing.
“Aw. Liv-Liv’s in love.” Larinx quickly changed seats at Kyle’s words and sat next to me, prodding me over and over again in the arm. Veir seemed quite amused and was trying not to choke on his soda. I continued frowning.
“What? With Spencer? Ouch. Tough break.”
“I’m not in love with...Whats-his-face! I’m not in love with anybody! I’ve only been here five days.”
“Yeah well, be careful. Unless you fell for his mega-strength, I doubt there’s any chance you’ll ‘click’ on anything else.”
“Liv-Livs in loooooooooooooooooooooove.”
“Larinx! Shut up!”
My voice was squeaky but I had to laugh. The site of a serenading Larinx, eating a grape and signing, Kyle spreading sarcastic comments while he waved a hand aimlessly (holding a biscotti as well), and Veir trying not to cough out his salad while trying to keep his ‘cool’ look, was much too much for me to handle. I simply turned away from them, pouting and arms crossed. They laughed a bit harder and I noticed some people looking at us, only to turn attention back to their own things...Still, the fact they even looked embarrassed me even more. For I had made friends with people who were the weirdest ever, now I was regretting it slightly. Not that I was completely normal either.
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The day went on as usual, classes and such going by as though life were a mall having a surprise sale. By the time it was done, I found myself walking along one of the many marble paved paths of the school, not going anywhere in particular but just trying to enjoy the day. There were many others around, walking and talking, having small picnics, playing catch. I wondered why not many seemed to use their ‘powers’. Occasionally, you could see someone shoot a laser from their hands to toast a sandwich, or float up and into a tree to reclaim a lodged football, but not that many seemed to be keen in using their abilities.
As I continued to ponder on about how everything seemed so normal, and simple, I didn’t realize the slight rustling sound behind me; nor the steps that seemed to be taken as they came towards me until the one taking them stopped. A hand was quickly wrapped around my mouth and I was pulled back, my left hand grabbing the invading one and my right grasping and clawing out. I tried screaming but I couldn’t, the hand blocking my mouth; it was pressing down so much that I could barely open it. Then, while the ‘assailant’ pulled me back behind some trees, I wondered why no one had seen or heard why no one reacted. It took about three seconds for me to realize I had been walking in an area very close to the woods at the west of the school, where almost no one ventured through.
The person holding me put another hand around my waist and continued pulling back, back and back until I could my feet being dragged over roots and the leafy ground. At that moment, I realized that the person had made a big mistake. I was not smaller than most, in fact I was taller by a couple of inches, but I didn’t really have a lot of strength; that was where my instincts kicked in, and I could feel my abilities starting to work. Roots wrapped around my legs and the person pulling me stopped, but he did not do anything expect start up again. It had to be a guy; I knew it, for my head was pushed back against his chest. I suspected a pervert or a rapist, but who would take me? The ugly little duckling?
I focused on the task at hand, for the roots were now cause scratches around my ankles. A nearby branch spread out and knocked into the assailant and he had to hold on to my waist but leave my mouth free to hold on to me but be able to fight off the flora; not that he would succeed. Mere seconds later, a scream ripped from my mouth and the ‘assailant-person-guy’ let go, only to try and pull my arm while I struggled to gain my composure. Another branch swat at him as my screams continued. I grew desperate, I had to escape.
What if this person wanted to kill me? Rape me? Hurt me? Surely that was what he wanted, who would kidnap another for any other reason?
I had to escape.
To a place that I knew would comfort me.
I place where I was safe.
The fear that should’ve appeared at first was now starting to seep in, along with the desperation that accompanied it. With that, the branches movements grew harsher and soon the roots of a nearby tree sprang up and out, causing the large plant to move at guy who immediately let go of me and ran off. In all the movement, I hadn’t noticed that the tree’s branches were moving around me. They were cradling my form as the roots returned the tree to its original place, rather uprooted though. I stayed there, cradled by the many roots that were shaping to embrace me.
Like a mother embracing a child.
Through all this, the tears in my eyes went unnoticed, until I returned to my dorm room later with several scratches. The roots had not been kind, mainly because I hadn’t focused on making sure they were gentle. I had many splinters, which caused small scratches. The injuries weren’t that many and the only thing that bothered me was my mouth, for it had been pressed down on. I hoped I wasn’t bleeding or that any of my teeth had chipped.
“Guys, I heard the scream from over here.”
“Hey! Anyone there?!”
“..Oh... Oh my lord! Someone get Coach Wilson!”
“Olivia!”
For some reason I felt incredibly tired, the branches began to falter and let my body slip slowly, and then the feeling of falling came before I was able to crank out one last rational thought:
I was safe.
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading, leave a comment.
Chapter the Third:
Of Love Unwanted and Unprecedented Situations
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I awoke very suddenly, when the image of a warm breakfast came o my mind. Pancakes and grits, French toast and scrambled eggs mixed with small samples of peppers, cheese and onions. Cool milk and chilly oranges awaited me along with fresh apple slices and oatmeal covered with cinnamon. I knew my mouth was watering plus that some drool had dripped out of and onto my purple, blue star lined pillow. I rubbed my eyes slightly, trying to focus when I jumped back at the sight of someone, who most clearly wasn’t Larinx, sitting on a chair next to me.
I calmed when I saw that it was Veir. I should’ve known, he must’ve searched my mind for my favorite morning foods, which was basically everything I could eat that was considered breakfast.
“Veir…God… It’s three in the morning.”
He smiled a bit, in a sweet and apologetic way.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Dude, you’re my friend but I am not your mother… And I don’t like you that way.”
“…You consider all possibilities don’t you?”
“I watch too many Soap Operas, so deal.”
“You are clearly not a morning person.”
“Morning?”
He pointed to the ‘Hello Kitty’ watch on the desk next to my computer. I sighed, for in blinking red numbers it clearly said: 5:06 AM. The boy had awakened me just an hour before I had to be up to start getting ready for class. I groaned and rolled over, hoping the boy would just go and leave me to the glorious slumbering lands of sleep.
“Don’t wish me away. Do you enjoy sleeping that much?”
“Yes, what do you want?”
Whining, I reluctantly sat up to give my friend room, wrapping myself in my comforter and hugging my pillow as though it were a giant teddy bear. Veir shuffled a bit in his seat, which was my small magenta office chair for the desk that was a few feet away, between my bed and Larinx’s; the latter, all the while, was hugging a silver dragon doll and snoring slightly. I huffed and Veir sat down on my bed, wearing his pajamas (a black shirt and white plaid pajama bottoms), crossed his legs (Indian style) and rested on the wall along side me.
“I’m getting visions.”
“Is that unusual?”
“Yes.”
He wasn’t looking at me, only staring at the ceiling. His eyes were far off and distant, as though he were trying to watch or find something amidst the air or in his thoughts. At moments like these I couldn’t help but think about what might be going through his mind, which was something that made me more curious than I already was. I clapped my hands together, rather loudly but my snoring roommate only shuffled once more. I hopped off the bed, sat in my magenta office chair and propped my legs up on the bed. I tried to look wise, or otherwise thoughtful.
“Vell then, vat’ is vothering you my nakishka.”
I tried using what I considered to be a ‘Psych’ voice, like those psychiatrist your parents take you to when they think you’re suicidal or sexually active. Veir smiled and his eyes glinted in slight humor to my words, as well as my following motion which was scratching my chin, inquisitively. I always seemed to take things as a joke, poking at it until someone would eventually laugh. Laughter was sometimes considered the best medicine.
Waiting there, in my comfortable position, hands on my lap as Veir remained silent, I watched; after a few minutes, he shifted a bit in his spot upon my purple comforter. Thoughts revolving around what he could be thinking floated into my machine of my mind, the gears turning and the little workers greasing them to make sure they worked smoothly. Perhaps it was nothing, or perhaps it was something. Whatever it was, I was curious to know, more curious than in most of the other moments of slight interest in my life. There was no way of helping it. It was simply part of my way of being; curiosity always came with the package of meeting interesting and slightly perplexing people.
Finally, after many more moments of silence, Veir grunted.
“I don’t know how to explain them but… They are visions that are always different. They all have a common factor. Besides seeming like dreams...”
“And that is?”
“I’m being chased.”
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After about forty minutes of talking, Veir returned to his room to sleep for ten minutes before having to wake up. Larinx hadn’t even budged when the alarm went off. I wondered if the others would wake her or she would on her own. Deciding to be a Good Samaritan, I opened the curtains in the room, as well as the windows, to let in the bright sun of the fresh Thursday morning. My roommate mumble and, humming loudly, I trotted over to my vanity; she threw her pillow at me. I opened the drawers in my vanity and closed them, banging them loudly until the ‘pyro-chick’ turned to me with a glare.
Shrugging and smiling gaily, I dodged the small dragon she had been sleeping with. It rebounded off the wall and hit me near my lower back; apparently it was harder than it seemed. It was a good thing the soft tail hit me and not the plastic horns on its head. How would that play out in court? Perhaps: Assault with a plastic toy? Larinx soon got up, mumbling about annoying people and the possibilities of an accidental fire happening. For good measure, I pretended to rush to the bathroom to change, only to find it closed. I knocked to no avail, it was clearly occupied. .
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Patience was never one of my strong points and five minutes had passed but it felt like twenty to me.
“Who takes twenty minutes to shower and change? I can do that in thirteen!”
Kyle stopped next to me, looking as grumpy. At that moment I realized he wasn’t a morning person like Larinx and it made me see that they mirrored each other, in a way. Although it seemed that there was no way that they would come to this statement on their own accord unless I mentioned it. Of course, I feared a glare or a ball of fire coming at me so the decision came that it was time to keep my thoughts to myself. Why let everyone know exactly what you think about them when they probably didn’t even want to know?
The door opened and some steam left the bathroom as the person within it came out. It was girl, about five, maybe six, inches shorter than me. She looked slightly Japanese, but Mexican at the same time. Her hair was incredibly flat, I wondered if she had to iron it or if it was actually like that, and of an onyx color, with the tips being a bright baby blue. She, of course, was wearing the school uniform with a small pin that had the number 4 on it. I could only gather from that she was one of my roommates, as well as a level 4 student. For some reason I felt threatened by her, just standing there in front of me.
“Morning…Rouge.” Kyle smirked.
The girl stared at me in a rather creepy manner, well creepy to me, and then held her hand out.
“Wow! You’re actually not going to kill her?”
Rouge. That was an odd name. I remembered it was supposed to be mean red in French. Perhaps her family, like Veir’s, contained some French heritage. She kept walking, sending a small glare at Kyle as she did so. He merely smirked again, apparently already knowing how to deal with the smaller girl. Maybe my instincts were wrong; then again they wouldn’t be called instincts. Before debating that in two different languages with six mini ambassadors in the confines of the court of thoughts in my mind, the girl’s words reached me,
“Don’t push it Kyle.”
First name basis, it clearly showed these two had known each other for a while. The thing was that the boy’s name was practically spat out, like some poison taken on purpose and shot out at the correct moment. Her tone was now icy as well, I pondered maybe saying something but I decided to keep my nose out of it. This last was good for me, for my curiosity always seemed to make me act and say things that I would regret later on. Not that the situations I usually got myself into weren’t funny, they were just unnecessary. Now, as I watched her leave, the gears in my mind dove into overdrive, as though trying to record this knew occurrence and the obvious expressions seen in the small hallway. Hopefully, the mini-me’s in my head would not fail to place all the new information in the correct file cabinets.
Kyle nudged me and nodded to the bathroom, hastily, I entered.
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“Why did I have to be in an advanced math class? Why did I have to sit at the very back of the class? Why did I have to sit next to him?”
As I sat at my beige and brown, wooden patterned and black metal desk, my foot tapped impatiently on the white, rather marble-looking, floor. No one noticed, though I hoped the glorious entity next to me would not appear bothered either. I mimicked a small regurgitating noise, masquerading it as a cough, while I thought about the new description I had given to this. This made my heart jump; this made it pump; this made the blood flowing through my veins boil and burn like fire, fire that could never be cooled. Vaguely, the small mini-me workers in my head were filing down all these knew feelings, and I knew this pretty well. They were all just in my head anyways.
The teacher continued babbling on about the ‘Unit Circle’ and ‘cotermals’, thus showing that I would not be able to follow a single word for the rest of the year. But once the math is known was trigonometry and geometry, plus pre-calculus and calculus, one would know that simply practicing before the test would suffice no longer. My foot continued tapping and I realized I could not stop it; it was running on its own now.
And I could almost swear that I jumped the moment a hand pushed lightly against my side. My green eyes slowly turned to this being beside me. Slowly, agonizingly so, my breath caught somewhere along my esophagus, leaving me unable to breathe, but soon I simply started to inhale through my nose, as was a norm for normal humans. At least I hadn’t freaked out, not like on the day with the door...and the yelling.
“Why? Why did I have to yell rape?! Why couldn’t it be fudge cookies?” I whispered softly before completely turning to Spencer, perhaps God’s way of saying that he was temptation in its true form. I had fallen for the obvious jock, the one who was well mannered and good-intentioned, but unable to see the fawning geek he seemed to consider a new friend. And, oh, how I had wished everyone would’ve just dissipated, that they would disappear leaving us alone and letting raging teenage hormones take over. Alas, it was not meant to be and I quickly snapped when Spencer snapped his fingers in front of my face.
“Olivia? Are you ok?” He actually seemed worried. His expression was ‘uber’ cute and as the anime girls expressed ‘purely kawaii’. My heart started pumping again, even faster, if that was possible.
“Me? I’m...I’m cool. Why?” I was such a liar...Liar, liar, pants on fire!
“You sort of spaced out for a moment.”
“I’m...Uh...I mean...I was just thinking about...how I’m going to understand this....at all.”
“Well, if you’re in trigonometry with us then that makes you smart. You must be, you’re only in ninth grade, right?” I nodded, weakly and mesmerized. “At least you’re smarter than other girls I know.”
If I could’ve danced at that comment, if only I could’ve told him how much it really meant to me..At that moment, I thought I would jump out again as he pulled his chair closer to mine and then put his notebook between his desk and mine. It had some sort of equation which was similar to the one on the board. Once I noticed this, I saw that several other people were pairing up or in small groups. Perhaps the teacher had given a class team work assignment or something?
“Do we have to...do exercises or shi- I mean stuff?” No cursing. Be sweet and pure and cute... could I pull off cute? Why was I worrying so much about this? Spencer was only a guy! He was just some jock that played tennis and saved me from a flying tennis ball and happened to be my dorm neighbor and is sitting so close that it would almost seem like a romantic comedy if one of us just moved and kissed the other and we ended up crushing out noses together.
“No. I was just wondering if you could explain this to me, my parents will kill me if I don’t pull up my grades, and my tennis coaches won’t be too happy either.”
“Help you? Would I! I mean... I would, I most definitely would. We can’t let your parents or coaches torch your ass right?”
He laughed, a small and deep voiced one. It showed his maturity and at that moment, I decided that giving in to the feelings I currently held would not be a bad idea at all.
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“You’re pretty silent.”
Kyle stared at me through his new, square and black glasses. I fidgeted with my white blouse’s collar a bit. I shook my head and smiled weakly, my heart was pumping again because my thoughts were still centered on this morning. Right now, though, I guessed I should’ve been nervous about Power Class. Like Veir and Larinx, I too had been assigned to Level 3. It would be time to take the first one in about three days. The title and level weren’t that interesting to me, although I felt more at ease around my new friends, the feeling of being where one belonged had settled deep within me. As my thoughts swerved and swirled, I felt something nudge my side. If I had moved my head any faster, my neck would’ve snapped. I did wince and rub the back of it a bit, while unable to realize it was my fantasy sitting next to me.
My fantasy, it was such an odd thing to say about a guy that I barely even knew. Either way, I could notice the tell-tale raised eyebrow of Kyle. The older boy beside me smiled at both of us as he sat his lunch tray on the lunch table. I had forgotten we were supposed to be eating lunch, but my chicken wings and biscuit remained untouched.
“How are things going? Settled into your classes nicely?” Kyle coughed and I distinctly heard something along the lines of ‘she’ll faint’. “What was that?”
“Oh, Trey said that the coach wanted to see you in lunch. Something about someone trashing the lockers?” The ‘Mr. Fantastic’ boy waved his hand as though it weren’t really a problem. Spencer nodded and looked serious, then took the fries he had on his tray and quickly launched a hand to grab my biscuit. I slapped his hand away but he took it anyway, with a laugh no less. I watched him, eating fries and laughing while I looked like I was about to go into a fit, hand over my mouth.
“I owe you one...Olivia.” With that he left, and I was left biscuit-less and with a now fully laughing Kyle. I took a bit of skin off my chicken wing and tossed it at him, only to have Larinx take out of its landing spot, his hair, and eat it. She had arrived, apparently with Veir, the moment Spencer got up.
“Shut up.” They hadn’t said anything but I was furiously blushing, my face felt hot and my brow was furrowing.
“Aw. Liv-Liv’s in love.” Larinx quickly changed seats at Kyle’s words and sat next to me, prodding me over and over again in the arm. Veir seemed quite amused and was trying not to choke on his soda. I continued frowning.
“What? With Spencer? Ouch. Tough break.”
“I’m not in love with...Whats-his-face! I’m not in love with anybody! I’ve only been here five days.”
“Yeah well, be careful. Unless you fell for his mega-strength, I doubt there’s any chance you’ll ‘click’ on anything else.”
“Liv-Livs in loooooooooooooooooooooove.”
“Larinx! Shut up!”
My voice was squeaky but I had to laugh. The site of a serenading Larinx, eating a grape and signing, Kyle spreading sarcastic comments while he waved a hand aimlessly (holding a biscotti as well), and Veir trying not to cough out his salad while trying to keep his ‘cool’ look, was much too much for me to handle. I simply turned away from them, pouting and arms crossed. They laughed a bit harder and I noticed some people looking at us, only to turn attention back to their own things...Still, the fact they even looked embarrassed me even more. For I had made friends with people who were the weirdest ever, now I was regretting it slightly. Not that I was completely normal either.
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The day went on as usual, classes and such going by as though life were a mall having a surprise sale. By the time it was done, I found myself walking along one of the many marble paved paths of the school, not going anywhere in particular but just trying to enjoy the day. There were many others around, walking and talking, having small picnics, playing catch. I wondered why not many seemed to use their ‘powers’. Occasionally, you could see someone shoot a laser from their hands to toast a sandwich, or float up and into a tree to reclaim a lodged football, but not that many seemed to be keen in using their abilities.
As I continued to ponder on about how everything seemed so normal, and simple, I didn’t realize the slight rustling sound behind me; nor the steps that seemed to be taken as they came towards me until the one taking them stopped. A hand was quickly wrapped around my mouth and I was pulled back, my left hand grabbing the invading one and my right grasping and clawing out. I tried screaming but I couldn’t, the hand blocking my mouth; it was pressing down so much that I could barely open it. Then, while the ‘assailant’ pulled me back behind some trees, I wondered why no one had seen or heard why no one reacted. It took about three seconds for me to realize I had been walking in an area very close to the woods at the west of the school, where almost no one ventured through.
The person holding me put another hand around my waist and continued pulling back, back and back until I could my feet being dragged over roots and the leafy ground. At that moment, I realized that the person had made a big mistake. I was not smaller than most, in fact I was taller by a couple of inches, but I didn’t really have a lot of strength; that was where my instincts kicked in, and I could feel my abilities starting to work. Roots wrapped around my legs and the person pulling me stopped, but he did not do anything expect start up again. It had to be a guy; I knew it, for my head was pushed back against his chest. I suspected a pervert or a rapist, but who would take me? The ugly little duckling?
I focused on the task at hand, for the roots were now cause scratches around my ankles. A nearby branch spread out and knocked into the assailant and he had to hold on to my waist but leave my mouth free to hold on to me but be able to fight off the flora; not that he would succeed. Mere seconds later, a scream ripped from my mouth and the ‘assailant-person-guy’ let go, only to try and pull my arm while I struggled to gain my composure. Another branch swat at him as my screams continued. I grew desperate, I had to escape.
What if this person wanted to kill me? Rape me? Hurt me? Surely that was what he wanted, who would kidnap another for any other reason?
I had to escape.
To a place that I knew would comfort me.
I place where I was safe.
The fear that should’ve appeared at first was now starting to seep in, along with the desperation that accompanied it. With that, the branches movements grew harsher and soon the roots of a nearby tree sprang up and out, causing the large plant to move at guy who immediately let go of me and ran off. In all the movement, I hadn’t noticed that the tree’s branches were moving around me. They were cradling my form as the roots returned the tree to its original place, rather uprooted though. I stayed there, cradled by the many roots that were shaping to embrace me.
Like a mother embracing a child.
Through all this, the tears in my eyes went unnoticed, until I returned to my dorm room later with several scratches. The roots had not been kind, mainly because I hadn’t focused on making sure they were gentle. I had many splinters, which caused small scratches. The injuries weren’t that many and the only thing that bothered me was my mouth, for it had been pressed down on. I hoped I wasn’t bleeding or that any of my teeth had chipped.
“Guys, I heard the scream from over here.”
“Hey! Anyone there?!”
“..Oh... Oh my lord! Someone get Coach Wilson!”
“Olivia!”
For some reason I felt incredibly tired, the branches began to falter and let my body slip slowly, and then the feeling of falling came before I was able to crank out one last rational thought:
I was safe.
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