Just a Number

Chapter Eight - Telepathic Introductions

Chapter Eight - Telepathic Introductions

Mr. Delaney had us follow him through the back entrance of the room. Everyone stared as we went, but I just kept my eyes down and shuffled out of the way. I was having trouble fully comprehending everything that had just happened. If they were werewolves, then I bet they could smell my fear.

And boy, was I afraid.

I was also super embarrassed. Christian seemed pretty unharmed by the whole experience, glancing at me every now and then like he had just met me, giving me those cute little half smiles.

I, on the other hand, was as nervous as a deranged cat. Why did I have to touch him? Why in the world did I ever think that would be a good idea? I couldn't get the smell of his cologne out of my head now and that was all I wanted to do. Wow... I wanted to smell him.

There was obviously something wrong with me.

As if he could read my mind, Christian glanced over at me again with another small smirk plastered on his face. His eyes lingered a little longer than usual, too.

OH. MY. GOD.

I was mentally swooning.

I heard a disgruntled sound come from behind me. Graydon made it clear that he didn't like the fact that Christian kept looking at me. He really wasn't hiding his jealousy very well either. He had been in a stare-down with Christian for the majority of the walk. It was almost like they were having a conversation inside their heads. Cool. Just cool, guys.

Everyone turned to me and just stared. I was immediately as stiff as a board and flushed pale, as if my already pasty white skin couldn't turn a whiter shade of white. I swear, sometimes I didn't even seem human.

But anyway.

What. The hell. Did I do?

"Excuse me?" Mr. Delaney looked puzzled.

"...What?" I practically whispered, whipping my eyes every which way. I swear I was about to cry. Good Lord E-May, pull yourself together! Of course, I had some reason for concern. Like always, I had no idea what was going on. Silly pixie.

"There it was again! Boys, did you hear that?" Mr. Delaney eagerly stepped towards me.

Christian opened his mouth to speak, but Graydon silenced him with a growl. "No," Graydon responded curtly. He turned back to Mr. Delaney. "I didn't hear anything at all."

"I did!" Christian blurted out. Graydon instantly turned gave him the most evilest of glares.

"Oh good! She's finally connecting! I don't know why it was taking so long, but she's slowly integrating into our telepathic network!" Mr. Delaney exclaimed in a rush, fidgeting in excitement.

"Telepathic-who-what-where?" I asked, making an expectant face. Like everything else today, this made absolutely no sense.

"Its basically our silent communication system with each other!" He said still enthusiastic about it all. "We can send wavelengths low enough for only others to hear and, inside our minds, it channels those wavelengths into basic English. Simple telepathics."

Ha. Simple, my ass.

"I heard that," Christian said laughing. I just stared at him.

Oh, no.

"Oh, yes."

I made an audible squeak. What the actual fuckity fuck-fuck was going on?

"You, my dear, are sending your thoughts out far and wide to every wolf within a ten-mile radius," Mr. Delaney explained. "Not very pleasant ones if I might add. I would quiet down if I were you. Wouldn't want rogues becoming attracted to a pretty, young mind such as yours."