Chapter 2 Exert

This is a little exert from chapter 2 of the book I am currently writing. I am almost done with the book and thought I would share a little piece of it with everyone.

“What’s happening tomorrow?” I turned to Amber for an answer but her face had turned pale and it looked like she was about to be sick.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said in a small voice. “I’m fine.”  

“Alright, well I guess we do need to rest.” I got up with Amber and walked towards the door.

“We will talk tomorrow John,” Alexander called out. I couldn't remember introducing my name to him. Maybe that lady at the front desk had told him?

We left and walked towards the elevator.

I felt a chill crawl down my spine as we walked. There was a ping of asperity in Amber’s eyes that I couldn't understand. I wanted to help and I knew she wasn't just about to stop and explain herself. I learned over the years that girls just didn't work like that. They always tried to hide their feelings which, for some reason, bothered me.

“Ok, stop,” I said suddenly. We were standing just a couple of feet away from the elevator doors. I grabbed Amber by her shoulders and forced her to turn to me.

“What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?”

She finally looked up at me and her face betrayed what she was trying to hide from me. She looked guilty and very glum.

“I’m not supposed to tell you but"” Whatever she was going to say she would have to wait.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A guy said in an enraged voice.

I turned to the elevator doors and found a guy standing in front of them, probably about two years older than me, and judging from his voice he was very impatient. He had dark ragged hair that covered most of his forehead and his ears. He wore a black shirt and cargo shorts. If anything, he reminded me of a trouble making skater, the kind of guy a lot of people tried to avoid. His green eyes where stormy and let you know that he wasn't a guy you should mess with.

“Listen bud, I don’t know who you are but I’m trying to"”

“I don’t care what you’re trying to do! In fact, the less you do the better!” He grabbed my wrists and threw my hands off of Amber.

“Bro, what’s your problem?”

“You are my problem!” He thrust his hands at me and somehow I went flying into the blue walls that surrounded us, creating a crater where I had crashed.

“Don’t hurt him!” Amber pleaded. “He’s new here!” But as she said that something else took over my body. A feeling of fluid being poured into my body overtook my rational motives and the only thought that stayed in my mind that I could make sense of was, well, attack.

I slammed my fists into the ground, denting the polished floor, and got up. My body felt like it was going to pop like a balloon if it got poked by a needle. I could hear my blood rush through my ears, the anger fueling the power I had. I ran straight at him with the intent to clobber the kid but he was much faster than I had anticipated and he sidestepped me, letting my fist swing at nothing.

I turned around and grabbed him by his shirt. His smirk on his face reminded me of all the kids that had bullied me when I was younger which, for his sake, wasn't good.

I gripped his shirt tighter and sparks of electricity flew off my hands and jumped onto him, making him twinge and groan in pain.

“John, stop!” It was as if Amber’s voice was the off switch to my power. The moment she said that everything left my body and I let the guy go. He fell to the ground with a thud and lay there, motionless.

To my completely surprise, Amber rushed passed me and lifted his head up and began to check if he was ok.    

“Why are you helping him?” I asked. Stupid question, I thought, because I could have killed him, but I was still so mad that I wasn't thinking straight.

“Because,” she said with hurt in her voice, “he’s my boyfriend.”