~MARCO'S POV~
em·path
noun
(chiefly in science fiction) a person with the paranormal ability to apprehend the mental or emotional state of another individual. ((wikapedia, of course))
2.Something I've known from the day I was born, one word to describe who I am
3. Being one is something I've had to hide for years, but not anymore
No, being an empath doesn't make me supernatural, it's simply a word to label those who feel others' emotions. I have learned to control when I feel it, school is a place where I tune myself to every emotion. It's typically so cheery here, except when I'm around Alexia and Jean. Jean alone is okay, I guess, he gets mad at times, though. I can sense it has something to do with his past.
Sadly, empaths can't exactly read minds. Getting to know him is such a big deal for me, I'll be able to break the barrier into his mind. Sometimes I wonder if he ever even noticed me when I was around him. Judging by his episode, I'm guessing he just realized who I was. On the other hand, whenever I'm around Alexia, I get an awful feeling. It's a mix of jealousy, hate, and disgust. I can tell that she feels frustrated as well, especially around Jean, who occasionally flirts with other girls. She's definitely the black sheep of the class, at least to me, anyway. Everyone's aura is so happy... Then her. Oh well, some people should just be avoided.
Something happened a couple hours ago behind the wall, and since Alexia was fuming when she came out and Jean was sad but relieved, I knew instantly that they broke up. Hell, if I didn't go into fashion design, I'd be a great psychiatrist!
I smiled as I put on my lacrosse gear. Tonight was the last game of the season, and no matter how much I just wanted to go home and finish up dmmd but my internet has been down for the week anyway.
I walk onto the field and bump shoulders with my teammates who already reek of nervousness and just regular bo, these helmets are very hot and so is all of the padding. I pat a couple heads and say encouraging words on my way up, I always take the draw because I can get the ball to go wherever I want. I hobble over to the center circle and meet my opponent eye to eye. I may be nice everywhere else, but not on my turf. The whistle blows and the ref runs, I flick the ball as high as possible. It takes me a second to realize where it went, it met far from it's target. I look to the stands and see Jean grinning like an idiot, ball in hand.
"YO, MARCO! MISSING SOMETHING?!" He hollers down at me. I smile and look down. This might be the highlight of my night, even if it means the other team gets the first goal of the game while I'm distracted... I guess the ref had another ball, but that's okay because I realized that I had something better to do than practice, watching anime or reading manga when I finished up here.
--After the game, score 10-7, Marco's team--
I jogged off of the field as soon as the horn was blown. I knew exactly where I was going today, unlike most of the time. I gave high-fives and said congrats to my team, but wriggled my way out of it as soon as I could. I started to hike my way up the burning bleachers as quickly as I could, I didn't want Jean to leave before I could talk to him. I take a step back when I see him jogging towards me, automatically thinking, "you can't catch me gay thoughts!" Oh how wrong I was, they were coming towards me at an alarming rate, I could never outrun them! Eh, worse things have happened.
"MARCO!" He got closer, "MARCO! Marco!" By the time he reached me, he was panting and out of breath. I laughed and sat down, patting the spot next to me. You can't catch me, you can't catch me you can't catch me!
"You can't catch me!" I blurted, immediately realizing what I'd just done, swiftly moving my hand over my mouth and continuing to laugh. Jean gained some of his strength back, he ran from one side of the fiend to the other in, what I'm assuming was, less than a minute! He looked over at me curiously.
"But-but didn't I just catch up to you?" He asked so innocently that I wanted to cuddle him and put him in my room and name him Mr. Cutey Patooty.
"Oh yeah, but it wasn't you I was talking about!"
"Someone else was chasing you?" I got a wave of strange defensiveness coming from him but I couldn't pinpoint why.
"Pfft, nah, besides, I can outrun most people!" I kind of boasted there, oh well!
"Then what couldn't catch you?" I was now sensing some kind of fear. Honestly, what was I gonna say? A bear was chasing me? No, I figured it out!
"Gay thoughts," I said bluntly. Oh, wait, no that wasn't the plan... I guess I'd just stick with it.
"I thought the same thing," he smiled and sat back, resting his head on the seat above us and kicking his feet in front. I was a bit taller so I couldn't be as comfortable as he was, but the thought of laying with someone after a game was too sweet to pass up. I'm glad I'd gotten the time to change my shirt. I turned around so I faced him and grinned.
"And about how long ago was that?" I asked.
"Well, before today, maybe around when I was 14," he frowned for a second, but then he smiled, " I wasn't really allowed to let them catch me but hey, they did and there's nothing I could do about it. I'm kinda glad they did." This made me blush a little bit, but I have no idea why. I ruffled his hair.
"Same here, except I was allowed to, but I've always known I was a bit... Fruity," I stuck my tongue out for a second, making a funny face. He chuckled and I stood, extending an arm to him. He took it and stood as well. "So, got any plans for tonight?" I asked a bit hopefully.
"Oh, well I was going to go to the park with a couple of my friends but," he smiled and looked to the side, then looked back at me. "You know what? I don't have plans. Do you?"
I shook my head. "Nah, wanna come to my place and place some video games?" I suggested, beaming and honestly impressed that I was able to ask without sounding as gay as I thought it would sound.
"Sounds good to me!" He was so cute that I almost screeched. Okay, I screamed in my head a little I guess. Psh, no homo or yes homo? Maybe homo? Maybe homo. But I haven't had a real relationship, just week long little things, I've never found the right person. I'm really hoping that maybe, just maybe, he thinks I'm as adorable as I think he is.
++AUTHOR'S NOTE++
Again, thanks for reading this chapter! It was 1232 words, so if you read it all, color me impressed! I've been super busy lately, so I'm sorry this took so long OwO chapter 4 should come out soon... Hopefully? I'm not sure though VmV
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