I am Number Twelve

15

15

Warm hands slide under my thighs and up my back. A cold bitter breeze snaps at my skin, giving me chills. My wavy hair blows into my face. Thump, thump, thump. I'm moving up and down, being carried by strong arms. I open my eyes a slit, and see Jake's face. He looks a little pale from this angle. He sees my confusion and smirks, hefts me a little higher, getting better grip as he carries me through what I think is a door and into what I assume is our motel room.

He sets me down gently on a hard lumpy bed with a faded red floral bed spread. I rub my eyes and sit up. He adjusts his blue hoodie and curls the hair infront of my face behind my ear. He leaves the room, and I plant my feet on the floor. The wallpaper is stained, a yellow, curdled cream colour. The pictures are nothing special, crappy landscapes painted by incompetent artists. Its a one room, two small queen beds, and a bathroom which I intend to inspect later.

Jake comes back into the room with our bags, a total of two. 'You talk in your sleep.' He says, as if he's been watching me sleep for all his life. 

'Nice to know,' I say probably too sarcastically, 'I can't wait to find out your embarrassing secrets.' I say smirking at him. I stand up, and walk towards the breakfast table that he's set my bag on. I take the worn handles. And look at the ground.

'Uh, I...'

'I know Zeda. I know.' He stops me and envelops me in a hug that could be crossing the line into the 'romantic gestures' category. But I don't care.

One of Jake's hands is on the small of my back and the other is on the back of my head. I wrap my arms around his torso, and rest my head on his chest. He's about half a foot taller than me, and the exact same age, down to the day. He looks down at me, and I close my eyes, not wanting to look at him right now. 

I feel him move and I hear him in my ear, whispering.

'I've never kissed a girl before. That's my embarrassing secret.' He smiles nervously.

'I've never done it either.' I say, not whispering. Sharing this little secret has show how inexperienced and young we actually are, we are both only 15, alien, and uneducated on the romantic front.

We let go and he's still nervous. I sit down on my bed again, and he sits opposite me, on his bed. We look down at the floor until I break the ice. 

'Do you think people have found out that Lola, Helen and the principal are dead yet? Do you think they know its us? Us who did it?'

'N...no, I don't think so. We probably shouldn't have set the school on fire though.'

'That was your idea though. If we get found out, I'm pining it all on you.' I say, joking.

His face looks sad, angry. I think I've upset him. 'I-I was only joking... I didn't mean to upset you.' I stutter. Meanwhile, he just grins.

I'm getting cold, and I realize I'm shivering. I get up and turn the probably faulty oil heater. When I flick the red switch down though, I feel a pulsing through my finger, through my torso and down through my feet and into the ground, feeling pain. I loose my balance, and tumble on the ground, crashing into the heater. 

Jake rushes over, but I don't want his help. I reach up and put my hand on the plug in the outlet, out of desperation to get up, not stupidity. 

But I feel that familiar surging feeling and I feel the current through my body again. Only this time all I feel is pleasure. My fingers are buzzing with electricity, a blue spark coming off them every second or so.

I stand this time with out needing assistance, smiling at my new found legacy. Current manipulation. I grin to myself, Jake standing close by. 'Zeda! What's going on!' He shouts, barely audible over the sound of electricity coursing through my body without me even touching a source.