Time Will Tell

Part 4

Body temperature? What? Maybe I have a fever or something because my body temp should read 98.6°F or 37°C but other than that I'm normal. Maybe that guy was weird or something and never saw a redhead before. Who knows. All I know is that guy is not normal. Well, besides the fact of being supernatural.

After he wasted his breath explaining to me what he meant, I still had no intentions of becoming a follower (as he called his "friends") just yet.

Once again, freezing outside, sitting out there with his cold lunch and eating. I swore he was waiting for me because as soon as I got my cheese and bacon roll, he gestured for me to come outside.

I silently groaned and wrapped my black scarf around my neck. I grabbed my food and headed outside, eating it. He laid his jacket down on the bench and patted it. I sighed and sat down, pulling out the phone I used before to speak.

"You can't be that cold, can you?" He said softly as he put some sort of fish thingy in his mouth.

My cold fingers began to type as I shoved my food into my mouth.

"I'm human. Of course I'm freezing."

He sighed and shook his head before putting another piece of whatever he was eating into his mouth. He chewed for a little bit then swallowed before speaking again.

"No human has ever made me hot or steam with contact." He looked at me while I ate slowly.

"Besides, you always blush. Your friend, the pink haired one, told me so. I happen to believe that deep down, you're not human."

I glared at him. You want to tell me this now because of all the bullying you see? Are you hitting on me? What is this?

"Pyra, was it?" He said, breaking my eternal conflict up.

I looked at him and nodded, my red hair falling into my purple eyes. I stared at him as he raised one of his pale hands to move my hair to behind my ear.

"Well, Pyra, I believe you are Pairomaniakku matawa kasai seigyo."

I stared at him before raising my hand and slapping his away, a tiny sizzling sound to be heard. He was crazy and there was no doubt. A pyromaniac or fire controlled. Really? My name has nothing to do with this. No a single thing.

He grabbed my hand and smirked as steam surrounded them.

"Let me teach you how to put this to use. Maybe then you'll believe me or start talking."

Fat. Chance.