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~Jackson~

I ran out of the cafeteria as fast as my legs could carry me, the sound of laughter resounding behind me. I could feel the gravy from the mashed potatoes seeping through my jersey and into my undershirt. Thank God that the food from the cafeteria was never actually served at anything above room temperature. I shuddered at the thought of what would have happened if the food was actually served piping hot. Guess that could be considered the silver lining of the entire situation.

I kept running, rounding corner after corner till I'd found my way to one of the more secluded bathrooms and barreled in through the door. I leaned over the bathroom countertop, panting over the sink, as gravy dripped from my chin onto the counter. I was really regretting asking for extra gravy today.

I glance at myself in the mirror and sighed. I was covered in food and there's no way I was going to be able to be able to actually get to class unless I delt with this now. I turned back to the cubicles, checking to ensure that I really was alone in the bathroom. I'd hate to have to explain what I was about to do to a random student. I shut and locked the bathroom door once I was sure the coast was clear.

With the bathroom now secured, I strip off my clothes. An irritated growl left my throat when I realized that even my boxers are stained around the waist band. I'd have to wash them as well. I slid them off and flicked them into the sink with the rest of my clothes. If anyone were to barge into the bathroom and were to me see me now. . . I can only imagine the rumors that would start to fly around campus. Sure, I don't mind showing off a little skin every now and again, but the idea of being an exhibitionist hadn't exactly been on my list of top ten things I wanted to be when I'd grown up. I'd rather not give people in this town even more to talk about behind my back.

I splashed some water into my hair to wash out what little of the gravy I could, before moving on to the rest of me. Now soaking wet, I quickly used the wind to dry myself off before I used it to make another wind membrane around my body.

What I call a wind membrane, is just me wrapping the wind around my body like a second skin, using it to either cool myself off on a hot day, or warm myself up on a particularly cold day. As an added bonus, it's stops any of my body odor from leaking out, so even if I were to run a marathon, I wouldn't have to worry about smelling like a sweat shop afterwards. The membrane I had been using earlier, dissipated after I left the cafeteria. I was so distracted that I'd lost my concentration. Just thinking about what happened in the cafeteria made me grind my teeth in frustration.

I pumped some soap out of the dispenser and rub it into my clothes. Turning on the taps and letting the water flow over my hands for a bit. The sound of the water, and how cold it felt, helped to calm my nerves a bit.

Concentrating on the streams coming out of the faucets, I pulled them out of the sink and let them dance in the air around me. The ribbons of water swirled around me twisting and turning around in the air, as the light from the bathroom window filtered through the streams of liquid, splashing the bathroom with a beautiful display of colors. With a thought the water swiftly flew into the sink wrapping up all the clothes and raising them into the air as well. The streams continued to twist and turn, running over, under and into each other, swirling into a ball with the clothes inside.

A few minutes later, with beads of sweat running down my face, I let the water flow back into the sink and down the drain. Panting slightly, I picked up the clothes to inspect them. A job well done, especially since it was the first time, I'd tried to do something so complex for such a long period of time as well. It'd taken a lot out of me but still I was happy with the result.

A sudden noise made me jump, till I realize it was just my phone vibrating along the bathroom countertop. Glancing at the blinking screen, a few unopened messages greeted me, they were from Leo.

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