Chapter 2A Chapter by Queen of HeartsI walk onto lunch the next day, grabbing a burger and some fries, and sitting down in my regular spot with my friends. Kevin was pulling Alyssa's hair, smirking and laughing, and Alyssa slapped his arm and sat next to me. I grrin as she blushes, and stop as she raises her arm. Dylan looks at her and grins. She thinks something (probably mean and nasty) and he blushes. I look at her and raise my eyes, and she just shrugs, smiling at her victory. What can I say? Girl loves to annoy people. No matter how shy she is. We go through our classes, barely talking to eachother, until gym. Alyssa and Holly grab my arm, and ask me if I have this under control. I nod, uncertain, and take a seat next to Dylan. "Control yourself today," he whispers in my ear. Don't think about it, don't think about it... "About what?" he asks, confused. "Nothing.." I say. "Good Morning class, today we'll be practicing self-control," said a sub. "You know your partners, get in them," she said, then went into the gym office, no doubt watching us. I stand across from Dylan, hoping I don't loose control. He smiles, and squinches his eyes, probably trying to go deeper into my thoughts. I suddenly want to go kiss the sub for some reason. II glare, wondering how he could ever go so low. I start walking towards the office, and stop, getting really mad. It starts raining in the room, and lightning flashes. Everyone looks at me, knowing I can do that kind of stuff. I blush, and try to stop it. I feel something in my head, urging me to stop it. I look at Dylan, and he motions for me to come closer. I walk towards him, unthinkingly, and look up at the top of the ceiling where the rain was falling. i didn't know how it fell, with out clouds or anything, and reached my arm out, hoping it would stop it faster like in those superhero movies. I glare harder at the stupid rain, and it stops. I pause, looking at Dylan, thinking of embarressing things that have happened to him. He tenses, then blushes, then gets angry. I feel something in my head, and slap Dylan. "Stop it! Okay?" I say he smiles and stops. For once, I didn't have to be really mad at him. © 2010 Queen of HeartsAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 22, 2010 Last Updated on April 22, 2010 AuthorQueen of HeartsTNAboutI love to paint and write stories. Sometimes I just sit and write all day, trying to get out of this land and into another. I love the smell of the paper as I write, the soft etching sound of the penc.. more..Writing
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