What's to be..

Trained Eye?

"Blooming? Like, a second period?" Jordan pales and chokes on the water he was drinking while mom just chuckles. "No, not like a second period. It all depends on what you are. Just think of it as a growing phase. But, that's all I can tell you for now." I let out a long sigh, knowing she won't tell me anymore. After dinner, I wander up to my room and slip into some fluffy pajamas and fuzzy socks. After a few hours of homework, music, and drawing, I finally decide to get some rest. 

Lucas didn't visit me that night. 

When I pull into the school parking lot the next morning, I see a huge crowd gathered by the main entrance. I get out of the car, grab my bag, and stroll towards the doors. As I near, I realize that they're gathered around a fight between three boy. Two football players, and Lucas. I push my way to the front of the crowd and watch it all unleash. They're in the perfect spot where the cameras won't see them, and the football players won't say anything so Lucas should be okay. That is if he doesn't get pulverized. One charges towards Lucas, who easily side steps it. The guy fall to the ground with a thud. The second one swings for Lucas's face but Lucas quickly catches his fist and brings his own uppercut to the guys jaw. The first guy starts to stand and Lucas lifts his hand, palm facing the guy. He says something, too quiet for anyone to hear, and his hand starts to glow. After a second a tiny lightning bolt shoots out of his palm and into the first guys side. He falls back to the ground, clutching his side and groaning in pain. The second guy recovers from his hit and swings towards Lucas's side, who easily catches his fist again. Lucas twists the guys wrist and slams his palm on his elbow. A slight crack sounded and the guy falls to his knees, clutching his now limp arm. Satisfied with his work, Lucas walks away from the cheering crowd with his head held high. Everyone seemed completely unnerved by the bolt that just flew from Lucas. 

Or it went unseen. 

The first bell rings and everyone scrambles to get through the doors of the school. Putting what just happened in the back of my head, I head to my drawing class, ready to face the rest of the day. 

Word got to Terra about my leaving for the weekend, and she clung to me all through English, lunch, and history. Chemistry finally rolls around and I rush to class. I need to find out how Lucas did that, it makes no sense. 

How do I even bring it up? So, about that lightning bolt you shot out of your hand... What if I just imagined it? 

No, it was there. I know it was.

Lucas strolls into class and takes his spot next to me. I'm about to ask, when she walks in. A head of blonde with fake giggles, calling to Lucas. She looks at me and freezes. "Um, Lucas honey, why are you sitting next to that thing?" He glances at me, then to her. "That thing is Celia, and why shouldn't I?" I notice a slight vein bulge on Tatianna's forehead as she tries to reign in her annoyance. I smirk at her and wink. She shuts her eyes and lets out a breath. "She is a nuisance. You're too hot to be with her type." He frowns, and a brilliant thought comes to mind. "Hey Lucas, would you like to hang out at my place this afternoon?" I bat my eyelashes at him and flash a sweet smile. He smirks at me then looks Tatianna dead in the eye. "I'd love to Celia." She lets out what sounds like a low growl and stomps towards me. I glance at her and casually lean back in my seat, placing my hands behind my head. She sticks out her annoyingly long nail and jabs it into the center of my chest. "You" jab. "Have" jab. "No" jab. "Right." I quickly stand, knocking my chair backwards, and stare her in her murky green eyes. "No, I actually have every right to dictate who I do or don't hang out with, or who I do or don't invite into my home. You do not control my life, nor do you control Lucas's. If you can't comprehend the fact that no one is below you, then maybe you need to be knocked down a few grade levels. Stop being a dumb ass and realize that not everything will go your way, no matter how much you piss and moan." Her jaw drops open and she stares a moment before her face contorts to that of pure rage. Then the bell rings. Mr.Forsyth walks in and looks at me, then to Tatianna. "Excuse me, but you need to get to class and stop disturbing mine." Tatianna lets out a high pitched screech before stomping out of the room. I pick up and plop back into my seat and see the whole class looking at me. 

Ugh, this is not what I wanted.

 I sink lower in my seat and reach for my bag to get out all the supplies I'll need for this class. As the lesson begins, I feel a poke at my side. I let out a small squeal and bend my body away from the finger and quietly apologize when people look at me once again. I glare at Lucas, who is turning red from trying to hold in his laughter. "At least I know you're ticklish now." I stick my tongue out at him and cross my arms, attempting to look pissed off. He lets out a low laugh and I can't help but smile at him. He smiles back down at me. "So, can I really come to your house this afternoon?" I pretend to think about it before getting an idea. "You can, after you answer one question." He grins and nods. "Shoot." I look at him and lower my voice to a whisper "how did you shoot that bolt this morning?" His brows knit together and he looks at me as if I grew a second head. 

"You saw that?"