Gyfted

Part 10 - Crushing... My Enemies

As soon as those twins walked into the room, I knew I was screwed. My jaw almost fell open at their hotness.
Stop it Emmi, this is not you. I told myself. But my feelings are not my own! I try not to stare up at the stage while Mr D blathers on about communicating with other gyfted. I am much too busy to be crushing on someone, thank you very much! I try to distract myself by doodling on my sneakers, but I can't help but quickly glance up at those amazing eyes every so often. They're different colours, swirling together. Ugh. Snap out of it Emmi. I chastise myself. The speech seems to go on for an eternity, until finally, Mr D steps back and announces that it is time for dinner. Everyone cheers under their breath, but groans when Mr D adds:
"And everyone has to help pack up the chairs. We will be dining in the second hall today. I trust you two will be joining us?" He turns towards the twins, Will and Lexi.
Please say yes. I hope. Then I am astounded by my own thoughts. What is going on with me? Will nods. I realise that they haven't spoken yet. But I bet their British accents are really-
"Emmi, come one, put your chair away." Wren taps me. I look around, the clattering of chairs indicates that everyone else has already started packing up. Even the twins are helping. I pick up my chair and take it over to the pile. Just as I am about to place my chair on the top, a hand brushes mine and someone says
"Let me help you." I look up and catch a glimpse of black hair and blu-ish and sea green eyes. I quickly lower my head, hoping no one can see the blush I know is now spreading across my face. That's the problem with having pale skin and red hair, you blush sooo easily. Once all the chairs are stacked away, Mr D leads us all to the second dining hall. This one is mainly used for formal purposes, but the staff often eat here when they are sick of our squabbling and chatting. The two long tables are set with our best dinnerware, which for us means all the old porcelain plates that we aren't allowed to use. Just in case, you know, someone drops a dish or decides to throw it a someone else. The cups are even made of real glass. (They are very concerned about injury here. Also, with us, they would run up exorbitant prices in dinnerware alone due to us breaking it all every two days.) We scramble for seats, ad I am left with a gap on one side of me, as everyone want to sit on the first table. Presumably next to the twins. Alliya and I are both too hungry to even care where we sit, so we just sit wherever is left.
"Will, can you please sit over there, next to Emmi? Yes, the red-head." I roll my eyes at his description, then gasp at what he means.
"Hey." Says someone with a very British accent. I look over. Will, the second twin, slide into the seat next to me. I hear mutters and jealous sighs from girls all around the room. Lexi is seated between James, who barely even looks up from his manga, and Michael, this stuck-up kid whose powers I don't even know. I glance over at the gaggle of girls on the first table. Cindy glares at me with jealousy, but her friend Ada, one of the nicest people I have ever met, gives me a thumbs up and mouths Good job, lucky. I smile back at her.
Through the dinner, I try to ignore my feelings while eating. It's a buffet with all of my favourite foods, plus more, so I attempt to forget about everything, and the boy sitting next to me. But even spaghetti and friend chicken can't take my mind off the fact that maybe, just maybe, I've fallen for the wrong twin.