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*Nash's P.O.V*

I came into gym as usual, trying to forget what happened over the camping trip break a few months ago. I took my seat and looked over at Jennette, who was talking to Connor and Annabelle, his somewhat girlfriend. I wonder if it was as difficult for her as it is for me to forget what happened. Either way, she didn't show sign of it, if she was trying to forget.

Our teacher , Mr. Swim, announced that we would be playing hockey today. After getting our jerseys on and getting our sticks, we took our sides. Jennette and were on the same team. She turned to me.

"I'll stay back here and defend if you go play offense, " she said, hunching a bit into a defensive stance. I nodded.

"Sure,"

The whistle rang. I ran up and swung, hitting the puck clear to the opponents side. I ran to where the puck had landed, and aimed for the goal. The goalie rocked back and forth, watching the puck intently. I swung , and made it.

Clear through the net.

It literally ripped a hole through the goal net, and bounced of the wall behind it. The goalie befuddled, looked at Mr. Swim.

"Goal!" he shouted, blowing his whistle. he walked up to me. "Listen, don't worry about the net. It was old anyway," He gave me a small smile and walked back to his spot on the bleachers. I returned to my side, where Jennette was giving me a dirty look.

"What the hell, Nash? I though Ashton said conceal your power, not display it through the hockey goal!" she fumed.

"I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!" I defended. "Maybe, I'll just let some one else score," I suggested.

"Yeah, great idea. " The whistle blew, and she hunched back down, getting back into her stance.

I ran to the half court and made sure the puck stayed on the opponents side. I was doing great, until about two minutes in, and it flew past me. I spun around, hoping Jennette had taken cover and defended the goal, but she was no where to be seen. I looked around, and the rest of our defense was a few girls in a huddle, who screamed whenever the puck came near them. They weren't going to stop them from making a goal. I frantically looked around for her, but it was too late. They scored , and the whistle blew. I shuffled back to our side, angry. She said she would defend. then I heard her voice.

"Nash! Get over here, this is important!" I looked around, and saw her behind the bleachers. She was shaking.

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*Jennette's P.O.V*

"What are you doing back here? What's wrong?" Nash came up to me, looking at me with anger.

I pointed to the puddle of plastic on the ground. "Don't get angry at me. My stick melted." I shook my head. "After the second round, I noticed something dripping down my hand. It was my stick. I melted it." I motioned towards the puddle.

"You were giving me crap for using my power, but-"

"Shut up," I said, his voice giving me a headache." I didn't do it on purpose, it just happened. I .. I ...." I stumbled along my words.

"Holy crap, you're steaming." Nash said, looking at me.

"What?" I looked at my arms, and they were literally steaming. I looked around behind the bleachers and noticed that it was crowded and blurry, kind of like a fog. I didn't notice feel any change in temperature, but Nash was sweating. He shook his head.

"Something is wrong, people don't steam." he said.

"No duh, Sherlock. We need to go find Ashton, she'll know what to do." I began to worry.