The Pastel and the Punk {On Hiatus}

Powers

Jake and Elizabeth sat outside. Eliizabeth looked at his backpack and what he was wearing. A white backpack, a pale pink shirt covered by a blue jacket, and jeans.
"Hey, how about we walk around outside? This usually takes like half an hour."
Is he asking me out or something? Elizabeth thought.
"Not like a date or anythin'" Jake said.

Jake and Elizabeth sat on a bench outside.
"This happens everyday."
"Samantha is really, uh.."
"An a-hole?"
"Yeah. Wait, how do you keep knowing what Im thinking?"
"Its just natural, I guess." Jake said with hesitation.
This guy's a weirdo. Elizabeth thought.
"I know exactly what youre thinking." Elizabeth looked at him. He was looking straight at her.

"This guy's a weirdo."

<Samantha's POV>

"YOU FUCKIN BITCH! YOU CANT DO SHIT!" Samantha yelled. Mr. Lee was on the floor, a bookshelf was knocked over, the chairs were spread around the room. The place was broken.
"Sam, please calm down. I understand you have anger issues, but this has gone too far-"
"I DONT GIVE A DIDDLY DAMN FUCK! A-AND DONT USE THAT 'Oh Sam, please calm down, Im your friend' BULLSHIT ON ME! THAT WONT FUCKIN WORK ANYMORE." Samantha put her hand towards the last standing shelf. She pulled her hand down. The shelf magically was knocked over and fell onto Mr. Lee.
"Ugh.. Samantha. You cant keep using your weird powers-"
"MY POWERS ARE FUCKING AWESOME!"
"You cant keep doing stuff like this!"
"Watch me, dickwad." Samantha left the room.