Eye-Lock and the Mystery of the Stars

Chapter 31

"The French Revolution was indeed very interesting, I consider it one of the world's best rebellions."  Ronan objected, as we were talking about a lot of things by now.  For today, two teachers have already been mad at us for talking like parrots in the Amazons.  Lunch came by and we were talking about history and rebellions and important things to different nations.  Ronan almost did all the talking though.  Fred kept his distance today, but it looked like he had something in mind, something he was calculating while he walked towards the lunch table.  He sat with his pals, and so he kept talking very lowly.
"Look Ronan, why don't we put this leftovers away and walk to our history."  I suggested since I smelled something wrong and it wasn't the expired milk.  Ronan agreed and we both stood up, leaving the leftovers in the disposal.  Fred looked up quickly, and like ventriloquists, his sidekicks did too.  Ronan noticed it and looked like Hitler was trying to take control over him again, but he just stood beside me.  The three stiffs came toward us, looking malefic, their faces distorted with bad intentions. 
"Well, well.  What do we have here?"  Fred asked slowly.
"Stop with that "well, well" junk and get to the point Fred."  I replied.  Felix grimaced and he gave something to Declan, with the intention to use it against us somehow.
"Look how your little brother is talking to you Fred.  We should teach him manners."  Declan suggested malevolently.  Felix and Fred chuckled. 
"Is that what you told them?" I chuckled. Fred just stood there and in an instant, milk was sprayed all over us, like and unexpected rain, it poured through all our clothes and gave us a smell so deathly that I didn't even couldn't handle myself.  Ronan had all his blonde hair, whitened for a moment and my shirt was nearly glued to my chest and my abdomen.  I hated feeling sticky.
"You're so dead."  I said.
"What are you going to do to me?  Abduct me?"  He sneered.  No one knows what I'm capable of.  When I tried to run to grab his face and melt it with the fire of my anger, something stopped me.
"Don't you dare do it."  A voice in my head was repeated over and over and even though I didn't knew what caused it, I obeyed it.
"Come on Ronan, let's clean up."  I said and Ronan followed me.  When we got out of the cafeteria,  Professor Barnett was staring at me suspiciously and when I tried to read his mind, it was blocked.
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"I just can find a lot of words for this situation right now!  Like shitty, hateful, idiotic, stupidity, Saukerle, Sons of Mother Nature!"  I raised my voice with indignity while I was cleaning my hair and all the milk was pouring down the sink.  Ronan always was prepared for things like this, and so, he had pair of clothes in his spare backpack.
"Sons of Mother Nature is actually funny." Ronan chuckled while he was putting a comb over the sink for me to use it.  We laughed hysterically.
"How come you can be so prepared for this?"  I asked.
"I'm used to this you know.  Like I told you, it hasn't been the first time."  Ronan replied gloomily.  He gave me one of his shirts and luckily it fit me.  Ronan was shirtless and so was I, and I noticed that Ronan had this little bruises, spots of non-processed blood stuck in different parts of his body.    I'm not very good with human anatomy and medical terms.  He looked at me, putting on his shirt quickly, like if he was ashamed, like if those weren't the hurtful bruises, like if the pain wasn't at his body at all. 
"It's- it's complicated..."  Ronan sputtered.
"You don't need to explain me."  I said, while I was wearing the shirt.
"This has nothing to do with them if you're thinking that..."  Ronan muttered softly.
"Hey, I'm not thinking anything.  Not judging."  I replied.
"In fact, I think your rocking that body."  I continued.  Ronan chuckled.
"Oh shitty that came really wrong!"  I laughed hard, knowing that it sound really awkward.
"I didn't meant it like that, sorry."  I continued with tears of joy.
"It was actually kind of funny."  Ronan said.  And so we were ready to our last class of the day:  history, with awkward Professor Barnett, but after we left the bathroom, Ronan gave me a hug, a symbol of thank you, gratefulness fulfilling me completely.  Human raze had inside true beauty, that is constantly fighting with repugnance, but after everything I've seen, what Eye-Lock has taught us about human's chaotic and evilness attitude, everything was been showed differently to my eyes.  Everything looked like divine manifestation.  Though, I still hate Fred and his idiotic gang.
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Blah, blah, blah.  That was what I was thinking about in history class, shitty facts and crappy notes about things that I already knew about and about things that I knew that the test wasn't going to have.  Classic.  But still, during the class, Professor Barnett had his eyes locked in Fred and I.  Woah, I actually didn't saw that coming.  "Sit down correctly Mr.Vlophalk."  The voice came once again, and I still obeyed.  "Raise your hand and answer Mr.Vlophalk." And so I did it. This voice was pounding my mind, commanding me every single minute in the class, and I felt pretty stalked.  Why the heck am I hearing this?  This school has serious business, they should have a big priest involved here.  And so it did go in and on, echoing inside me, like the sound of waves crashing violently on a dark cave.  I know that I don't posses powers of clairaudience, not in the absolute.  But this was torturing me completely.  As the class was finishing, the voice in my head was rallentando weakly.  The bell rang.
"Fred, Stefan.  Would you please stay a few minutes?"  Professor Barnett asked with a commanding voice, and a nervous attack went down my spine.  Ronan said goodbye and the professor didn't said a word until everyone left.
"What is it Professor?"  Fred asked disrespectfully.  He didn't answered.
"Stefan, please sit next to Fred."  Professor Barnett ordered.  So I obeyed.  Silence stayed imperative, crushing our little teenage tolerance into one meaningless speck.
"What the hell were you thinking!?"  Professor Barnett burst into anger.  Fred and I looked at him with confusion.
"Oh!  Like you two little brats don't know!  Why did you came here anyway?!"  Professor Barnett wasn't making any sense by now.  What the heck is happening!
"You know what Professor?  You're not making any sense, I'm leaving."  Fred said as he stood up to grab the doorknob.
"Not so fast you dumb teenage flyer!"  Professor Barnett said and in that precise time, the professor stretched his arm at Fred and a wave of energy tuned with Fred's gravity, grabbing him with strength putting him in the same desk he was after standing up.  Fred's face went through little brave teenage boy, to little kid that needed a diaper change.  Both of us were stunned, amazed and confused.  Is he? 
"How did you did that?"  Fred asked with fear.
"I thought you would know!  You were supposed to be trained to be here!"
"Both of you could have put yourself in danger that day!"  He yelled.
"Flying in a public place was and still is to the Eye-Lock Federal Constitution!"  He kept yelling.
"You were supposed to be trained to be here!  Who send you?"  Professor Barnett asked angrily.
"Stefan! Did you really put the teacher up to this?"  Fred asked with great stupidity.
"How would I you idiot?  How the heck would I knew that he had energy thingies with him!  Living proof you moron!"  I yelled.  Fred stayed silently on his sit.
"Who of you is an Eye-Locker?"  Professor Barnett asked, still holding Fred with great power.
I raised my hand shyly.
"It was hard for me to tell, for both of you know the truth, I can't read your thoughts."  Professor Barnett muttered fiercely. 
"You can read minds!"  Fred exclaimed with indignation.
"It isn't a nice place your mind though."  I suggested.
"Shut up!  You, you showed to this human the secret!"  Professor Barnett yelled.
"I di-"
"How could you!  He could've betrayed you!"  Professor Barnett said.
"Are you telling me that you're from Eye-Lock?"  I asked standing up from my chair.
"Leave that shit!  Eye-" Fred tried.
"Shut it."  Professor Barnett said.
"Well...  I thought you knew already Stefan.  Have you been hearing my voice?"  The Professor asked suspiciously.