Super Simulator

Chapter 20 - I DID NAZI THAT CUMMING

I knocked on his door. "Jason. . . can you open up?" Is he mainly mad at me saying he was gay? For grandfathers? "No." I heard him say. I rolled my eyes. "Open it or I'll use my POWERZ to!" I joked. I didn't hear an answer so I just used telekinesis to do it. I opened the door to his room, seeing him playing candy crush on his phone, surrounded by a force field. I rolled my eyes and started knocking on the shield. "C'mon? Can please I come in?" I said, tapping against it. He rolled his eyes, "What, you think the shield has a door?" he asked, venom in his tone. 

I put on a blank face, "Is that a no . . . ?" I asked. He sighed and scooted closer to the edge of the force field so we were face to face. "Are you mad at me again?" I asked him. "Yes," he mutters. I stared into the blue eyes I dreamed about every night. They were different hues of azure. I liked that, azure. It sounded perfect and was the perfect word for the color of his eyes. "For me yelling or saying you were gay for grandfathers in front of national television?" He blinked several times, and before he could realize about me saying he was into lemon party I stopped him.

I got very, very quiet. "I'll make a confession, Jason. I screw up. I screw up a lot. I'll blurt out things I don't mean to. I'm the one you hear about in books or watch in movies, the third wheel you feel sorry for or get annoyed at. I mess up so many times it's ridiculous. I'm like that frustrating main character who can't see what's right in front of her. I'm the girl who falls so hard even when no one is there to catch her. I'm the girl who is unable to get up. I'm the girl who isn't worth fighting for. . ." I move the topic to something lighter.

"OK, OK. Can you tell me WHY you're mad at me?" I said. He reluctantly nodded and made the force field disappear. "Hang on," I said. I made the lights go off and closed the door.  I got an idea I decided to use. "Put your shield back up," I said as he put it around us. I crafted a piece of light and stuck it on the inside, top of the shield. "Go on," I said. He sighed and brushed a hand through his brown hair. "It's just that, even after like, that guy said you were dating . . .and then you got mad at ME for Tate . . . I just don't know," he admitted. I nodded, "I'm sorry, it's just that you didn't immediately deny her request, and I remember how close you were to her. And I know how close you and Stacie are, I just . . . feel like an outsider. I hated Brian ever since our past together, but you didn't with Tate, it just worried me you would go back to her," I admitted. I felt the blush rush up to my cheeks. I admit, I acted childishly.

Jason stared at me and brought my chin up to meet his eyes. "Emera . . . Tate and I were just friends. Stacie's my friend too," he said. "But STACIE might end up being your mate, and it's the same way for me and Chase. I'm scared because, well, I've fixed my entire life on not being able to have someone. And now there's actually a possibility that I might- though I still seriously doubt it. It's so stressful. And it's confusing to find out what you think, or what I think, or Stacie or Chase. And my entire life is getting flipped and I'm not even sure if there really is something between you and me. I mean, what if I' wasting my time? What if you are? And if we actually DO end up together? I have trust and commitment-" 

With that, he placed a hand over my mouth. "Emera, you shouldn't worry. I mean I have a feeling that-" The door burst open to reveal Stacie, her blond hair flying about her. He and Jason screamed and fell apart from each other, his shield disappearing and the lights coming back on.

"Alright, alright enough hogging him! He is still my potential partner too ya know!" Stacie said, her eyes boring into mine. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever bitch, what do you need?" 

"Well, fucker," she started, "We need to catch up on that book, remember?" Oh, I forgot all about it! I nodded and pushed past her as we arrived back in the living room. We sat down the book in the center.

"Which chapter?" Tyler asked. "Partners seems like everyone has questions about that," Carlyn said, motioning towards all of us who didn't have highlights yet. "HEY!" We all said. Brianna giggled and flipped the page. We began reading.

Partners:

Typically when partners are arranged, it is destined to match the one who you are to be with. The Sources will develop feelings for each other already and once they have all their powers, their highlights will form. The color of which the highlights will BE depends on who they are in love with, or who they will BE in love with. Typically they will already know who their mate is or who they WANT to be their mate before they get their highlights. Once both partners get their highlights, their feelings for each other will intensify so greatly, it will create an unbreakable bond between the two, and their love will become one. They will be loyal, and inseparable practically. In order to find out who your partner is, if you are a Source, then you must find which you TRULY have developed feelings for. If you haven't really for any, try spending time with another available Source.

"Well then, YOU GUYS START FUCKING!" Richard said. "Richard!!" Bailey said, pulling him down. Richard groaned in disappointment, then started creating vines and flowers out of his hands with his powers. "Richard if you don't stop being a cunt, I'm gonna twist your arm around," Bailey said. Instantly, Richard turned invisible. "Sorry pumpkin," he said. But Bailey's hair started to lift up, above her head, as she reached, stretched above and grabbed something. Suddenly she flipped nothing on her lap, to have Richard's invisibility wear off, as she started ruffling his blond and green hair.

"Yeah, I don't think we want to be as loud as YOU TWO," Jason laughed, as well as the others. "We aren't THAT loud," Bailey said, her ears red. "OH! RICHARD! YES! YES! Get in MY oven! Step inside MY shower! Give me a white Hitler mustache! I DID NAZI THAT CUMMING!" Tyler yelled. We all burst out laughing. "Hey! We aren't THAT . . .uh . . ."Richard started. "I walked in on you dressed as Hitler and her dressed like Anne Frank!" Marcus said. "OH MY GOD YOU GUYS!" I laughed, tears streaming down the corner of my eyes, my sides hurt as I clutched my stomach, all of us doubling over in laughter.

"OK I'm German AND Jewish and fetishes develop at a young age. I mean I walked in on my brother and HIS boyfriend doing it so if you want someone to blame, BLAME them!" Bailey said, raising her hands up in the air as if to surrender. "BAILEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?" I asked her. Richard smirked at me, "She's doing ME of course." I rolled my eyes. Geez, this family is so messed up.