Begin Again

After-Chapter 1

High School

August 12, 2016

Elise

Ugh. High school. Lowest of the low. Worst place in the world. Especially for a chick that can read minds. (Among other things.) Yep, you heard me. I can hear every single thought as if they we my own. And let me tell ya, I do NOT want some of these thoughts in my head. Like seriously. Bleh. The only good thing is an outlet for boredom, plus it can be informative.

I am sitting outside Griffindale High School debating on whether or not I should go inside. On one hand if I skip, then I can do whatever I want. But on the other hand, I'll miss whatever we learned. Plus my mother will freak out and be all like 'why didn't you go!?' and I am so not ready for that conversation. So, I get out my car, and walk in. I regret my decision already.

1st hour. English. Yay. Mr. Daniels isn't the best of teachers and he really isn't much to look at for an hour and a half  with his practically bald head and beer belly. He always reminds me of Homer Simpson. Hah. About halfway into the lecture I stop filtering out what everybody is thinking. This comma lecture is just horrible. I listen to what Jessica thinks about Brady's performance in bed last night. I listen to the fact that Jason thinks the ocean is so salty because the land doesn't wave back. And I listen to Amelia categorize literally everything Mr. Daniels is saying into her little binder thingy. And finally the bell rings.

2nd hour. History. My worst subject. I immediately go to my desk and wait for the rest of the class to fill out. I don't need to see it to know that we have a new student. According to the girl's thought in this class, (which went from 'how is my make-up' to women in heat in .25 seconds), he's really hot. I can't help it. I look up. And just wow. I see him talking to Ms. Jackson. She points to an empty desk a few rows away from me. The rest of the girls notice as well and the ones around that area sit up a bit straighter. I roll my eyes.

I watch as the girls give their best smile to him. We got a friggin womanizer over here. I'm sure he has a million sex filled fantasies swirling around in his little perverted mind, but I still wanna know. I try to peek inside his head. I see him tense visibly. But nothing happens. I don't hear anything. Well that's a freaking new one. I try again. Nothing. What the hell!? I notice him tilt his head just slightly and then there's a small push. Like someone just poked my brain. I push back at it, and it disappears.

No. No. NO. That is physically impossible. There is no way this is happening. Ms. Jackson cracks her meter stick on a desk and snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Everyone! Pay attention! Eyes on the board, now!" Everyone shuts their traps, turns to the front, and glues their eyes to the board. Yeah, that kind of teacher. She turns the lights out and once she starts her lecture I tune out immediately. It's not like I'm not gonna get all the answers easy peasy on test day anyways. There's always a smart person. I glance at the new kid again. I have no freaking idea what is going on here, but I'm sure as hell gonna find out.

Seth

How is this possible? I ask myself that question a million time over and over again throughout the period. Never has this ever happened to me, and to be honest I never thought that it would. This isn't right.

I already tried to mind meld or whatever and that didn't really work out. Plus all the girls around me thinking about what they are, isn't helping. I decide to actually try talking to her later. Hopefully, by then she'll be more willing. But for now, I tap the girl in front of me on her shoulder.

"Hey cutie, what's your name?"