I walk down the halls, scared for my life. I didn't know why. I like to tell myself it's because The Dread Doctor's and the Beast is still out there, and that's why I'm scared. But I know that's not the reason. I'm scared of myself.
Besides the fact I can read people's minds, Deaton also explained I can see the future, but only once I get a hold on my ability. He also said along with people's thoughts, I can tell if the thoughts have meaning, or feeling to them. Same of which if someone is lying, either if they say it out loud or in their heads. A seer can see through lies, and they can see deep into thoughts, causing them to see the feeling in them.
They've all been sticking to me like glue ever since we found out what I am. Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Malia, Liam. They've all been by my side, creating a box around me to the world. Well, until today. I told them I was fine enough to walk with Paige, or on my own. They hesitates, of course, but finally they trusted me.
I don't see why they're so freaked out. It's not like I'm a werewolf and I will randomly rip out people's guts whenever someone shoves me in the hallway. I can just read people's minds, ad boy, Stiles has some weird thoughts.
I scroll through my locker combination, trying to avoid the cringing sounds of other's combinations banging into my head as they think of the numbers. I shake my head and Paige says through our locker doors,
"You alright?" Even though she can't see me, I still shrug and scoff,
"Why wouldn't I be." At this she slams her locker door and leans on it, arms crossed, jaw crooked from frustration. She spits in sarcasm,
"Well, let's see. You just found out you are a psychic seer of the future who can read people's minds while there is a ten foot tall ninja turtle of darkness roaming around the streets! Oh, and if that isn't enough, three, metallic sociopaths want you to play doctor on!"
Despite her sarcasm and wit, it was true. And we had just found out the Dread Doctor's want me for something. We don't know what, and don't ask me how Lydia found out, but they want me. And that's bad. Just as I'm opening my mouth to respond, someone walks up behind me.
"Hey, Grace." Liam. I turn around, annoyed.
"What, Liam." This time my jaw is acute at an angle of frustration. Liam sighs,
"I was wondering if you wanted to walk to class with me." It turned more as a statement of defeat than a question. I flail towards Paige, asking with annoyed eyes what to do, I'm getting tired of Liam's baloney. It's like day after day, he tries to apologize but I know him and Hayden are still together. I can't change that, supernatural or not.
Paige tells me to go, and pushes me onward. I sigh and sort of groan, Liam laughing. We start to walk but I tiredly let him lead the way, not wanting to actually put effort into walking with him. I'm still mad at him, but the funny thing is, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I look at him, and I still cry myself asleep at night because of him. I just pretend it doesn't happen. After a while, Liam stops in front of a locker, his back to it. I stop in front of him. He is smiling, leaning against the locker.
"What in the world are you doing?" I ask, mad. He stands up and leans close to me.
"Read my mind. Do it. You can see if it's a lie." I look at him and he raises his eyebrows as if to say, "Do it!" So I do.
He's thinking one thought.
I love you back.
I roll my eyes at it and he says,
"See if i'm lying. See if the feeling is true."
He isn't lying.
It's true.
"Grace, please, just understand-" Before he can finish I lean in a kiss him, knowing there might be a chance I regret it. Our lips press into each other for a while, sending a rush through me. His thoughts are jumbled and buzzing as I kiss him, causing this buzz to radiate off of him.
You know how werewolves can smell emotions? It's like that with me, too. Except, I don't smell it, I feel it. So if someone is feeling sad, I feel sad, too. If someone is feeling love-y, I feel that love sensation as well. It's like an emotional buzz.
Liam's buzz feels weird. It feels true.
Our lips part and Liam smiles. I decide to sneak into his brain and he's thinking a lot of good thoughts, about me, about us. But one thought catches me in a warm buzzy feeling:
Screw you, Hayden.
