Super Simulator

Chapter 8-Can't Make Creeper Juniors

"If you're thinking of creeping up on me whoever you are I'll kick you someplace so hard you won't be able to make creeper juniors," I muttered under my breath, just enough for the person to hear me.

I turned to see him.

It was Jason. Well, on the ground. Laughing.

"Sorry! Sorry! You just seemed kinda upset . . ." he apologized, getting up and brushing the dirt off his jeans.

I was about to smile, but then remembered how Stacie brought is hand up to . . . ya know. I immediately frowned. Jason noticed, and seemed concerned. "Hey what's wrong?" his blue eyes stared into my plain brown ones. I looked down. Only you Jason, only you.

"I-I don't know Jason, I just didn't want to be in the same room with you and your future 'mate' as you groped her . . ." I said in a sarcastic, venom filled tone -angry at him, myself, and Stacie. "Whoa whoa whoa, calm down! That's not what happened!" He seemed startled, but he also seemed offended.

"Then what DID happen?" I growled at him. NO NO Emera! This is your crush! What are you doing?! But I couldn't stop. I was too pissed off. "Because if it ends with your hands on her boobs then I think THAT is classified as groping! And you didn't tell her to stop now did you?!"

He seemed pissed off as well now. "What's it to you huh? It's none of your business what I do! I've just started getting used to this whole 'mate' thing! And this group still barely knows each other! None of us are close yet since we just met!" he yelled. The last part broke me. We just met. At least in his book before me and him never knew each other. And here I was, thinking he and I had a past. He was the boy I thought about constantly for two years, and according to him before this whole fiasco I was invisible. Not in his world. I never popped into his head even if I talked to him.

What about us? We've known each other for years. Or you knew of me, and I knew you. Oh, that's right. You didn't care about me. And even the small moments we shared here so far-I do suppose he's right. We aren't close. We're not even friends. We never had a real conversation before, we never shared secrets. And here I was, acting as if now that we've just gotten thrown in here and what happened just last night-that it meant I was special. I shouldn't take it personally though, right? I'm used to not being special. To being over-shadowed. Why did I think after being noticed after a second I would be something to anyone? It was just one moment. I wanted to scream all of this at him, but I just shut up, knowing it was pointless. What was the point? Would it change anything? It would probably make things worse, a lot worse. I doubted he would listen to me anyway, since we only met yesterday apparently.

  Stupid Emera! Why did you have to do that?!! I felt like crying, but my pride made me keep it in. Suck it up, buttercup, like you always have to do. I started getting angry. "Maybe I'm just concerned for you even though we just m-met yesterday. . ." I grumbled, choking back the tears. I was used to that, holding in tears. Glassy eyes, but dry cheeks. It was always this way, wasn't it? I glanced over towards him, an angry expression on his face. I had never seen it before, even though I used to stare at him constantly. I looked down at the floor again, ignoring his glare. It's hard when the person you want to like you most acts like you're just and annoying burden. "Whatever, I don't have to deal with this bullshit," he muttered, narrowing his blazing blue eyes and stomping back into the house. I heard the loud slamming of the door as I was left alone in the night.

"Stupid stupid stupid!" I mumbled to myself. Why did I do that? Could I be any more stupid?! I leaned back into the swing, facing away from the house. My gut was tight, as well as my throat. I felt dizzy, breathless. My chest felt tight, as if it was being tightly.  I refused to cry still.

I stayed there for an hour, just sitting still, rocking the swing gently back and forth, back and forth.I turned back to look at the house. I saw the light to Stacie's room turn on. I saw her shadow and another boy. Their outlines I could barely make out. Until I saw them kiss in a tight embrace, their outlines kissing against the light.

I froze. My heart stopped beating. My chest ached. For I was confident of who the boy was.

Jason.

^^^^^^

The next few days were a blur, I became quiet, tired. I couldn't sleep except for a few hours a day. I kept having the same nightmare about Jason and Stacie. Jason and Stacie. Jason and Stacie. I became best friends with Richard, Zoey, and Bailey, who all tried to cheer me up. Only to fail. I didn't use my powers or even crack a smile, I didn't even EAT much! And I LOVE to eat! I was just too depressed . . . No one seemed to be developing any new powers because I suppose my sad, depressed aura made them become a bit sad as well. Stupid me! As usual.

Jason and Stacie seemed to be the only happy ones, Stacie kept trying to brighten up the room, but miserably failed. Her and Jason were always flirting, and he would glance at me whenever he had a chance. But I avoided him every chance I get. Why am I to be reminded of brief heartache? Hell, eh and I aren't even close! He only just recently started to have an interest in being friends with me.

Then a series of events causes people to randomly develop their powers.

We all headed out to the pool. Carlyn accidentally bumped into Stacie, causing her to almost fall into the pool. Almost. Instead she ended up walking on it. She has Jesus powers but frankly she NEEDS Jesus! And her and Jason need to LEAVE room for Jesus! At least from what I saw in the window.

She started bragging about it, and begged Jason to make little water steps with his powers. He did . . . reluctantly. Their powers fit perfectly, cause their a PERFECT couple! Of bitches.

Here is where it starts getting complicated.

Tyler accidentally bumped into Jason, who hit his head on a ledge but was saved from getting hurt even more because at that moment-Jason's best friend Chase, develops super speed and saves him. His head was still banged up pretty hard, and bleeding. But Chase made sure he wasn't further injured. Bromance, I ship it! Stacie was freaking out because she accidentally got blood on her bikini when she was ,thankfully only ABOUT, to give CPR. But instead she ended up developing healing powers. 2 in one hour. AMAZING! Not.

He woke up and just stared at me. I was just in shock, and tried to ignore his uncomfortable gaze. I jumped into the pool, the frills on my bikini billowing in the cool water. My head popped up from the water. I saw Tyler freaking out because he was the one who bumped into Jason, when all of the sudden he puffed out in a pile of dust, and reappeared at the bottom of the deep end. He must have teleportation!

A bright, pink light started glowing from at the bottom of the pool. And I realized he couldn't swim if that was happening to him! I held my breath and dove into the water, having to close my eyes because of the bright light. I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the surface. I preformed CPR on him -pumping his heart when he woke up.

His eyes were a bright pink, as I saw pink highlights forming from his short, dark hair.

I heard someone gasp, and saw Zoey. Her pink and black hair wet from swimming . . . PINK AND BLACK?!! They stared at each other for a while, as I backed away giving them room. She pounced on him hugging his neck.

"I'm so glad you're OK!" She cried into his shoulder. Jeez you could've thanked me!

They looked at each other as if they were in love, which they probably were. 

I wished I had that.