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Dustin Has Powers

I've always had this strange feeling- like whenever my brain starts wandering out into the deep dark corners of my mind and I think of the absolutely most embarrassing crap I can muster- that someone can hear my thoughts. There are times that when my brain goes haywire and I think wow Chris and Allie have been dating for like 6 months now... have they done it? And then I mentally face palm and in my head start screaming the national anthem to not only distract whoever may be listening in on my thoughts, but to prove that my stupid little theory may just be true.

Well today, in math class, I did just that. Mrs. McDunland just announced that's she's pregnant. Everyone was cheering and happy and I just sat there, back corner of the room, thinking to myself Wow I bet her kids are gonna look like her... they would look like little potatoes with feet. What does her husband look like? I bet he's hot. Ew, Kenna, you're 15, he's probably like 40. And then I shut my eyes and purse my lips, cursing my head yet again for being so childish. Then, like I do a lot, I sing to myself. Well- scream sing I guess. I'M IN LOVE WITH THE SHAPE OF YOU! PUSH AND PULL LIKE A MAGNET DO!

"Jesus!" Someone shouts. I shoot a glance in the direction and the new kid, I think is name is Justin or something like that, has got his hands over his ears. People are laughing, some with worried expressions on their faces. Me most of all. Did... did he just. Oh god. Jesus lord up above don't let him be a mind reader. They can't exist. I only read about them in one stupid book. Of all the things he could have heard me say it had to of my thirst in our math teachers husband. And then my singing? This can not be happening. Was he sent here to spy on people? Who is he working for?

"Dustin, are you alright?" Mrs. McDunland says, although her expression says otherwise. I doubt she cares that I just mind-effed her new student. That would be a lot of paperwork to fill out.

Dustin looks over his shoulder slightly, trying to cover up a smirk. Oh shoot. Was that a smirk about my mind-effing? Kenna stop talking- thinking! Just-just... baa baa black sheep have you any wool...

"Uh," Dustin hmphed "Yeah, yeah I just get headaches some times. They're actually more like migraines. Can I... can I go to the nurse?" Dustin stumbles over his words, collecting his sweatshirt as Mrs. McDunland mumbles a soft "of course" as she walks back to her desk, ready to get on with today's lesson. Dustin only needs to take a few strides before he's already out the door.

Damn me and my damn mind.

...

After math class I have to go all the way to the south side of the building for photography, my favorite class. Although, I'm way too round up to be in the mood for photography even in the slightest.

I keep trying to tell myself that it was just a coincidence. Maybe he really does get migraines. Maybe he just wanted to get everyone's attention because he was a class clown in his old school and things never change. Maybe he just hit his ankle on the side of the desk and yelled in pain? I do that all the time. I don't pretend to have migraines over it though.

Still, I groan internally. 

"I wasn't faking the migraine." A deep, all too familiar voice calls from behind me as soon as I round the corner into the art wing. Son of a...

I whirl around, my backpack flicking against my back with the motion. Dustin leans against the painted brick wall with a smirk stretched across his lips. I can't help but look at his face. He's pretty average looking. Tall, slim. Brown shaggy hair that sweeps over his brown eyes just the slightest. He has a mysterious way to him- the way he tilts his head, the way he looks at me. Intently. 

"Excuse me?" I attempt to play dumb, but he can probably tell I'm lying. Not only from the fact that my voice wavered, but the fact that he can also most likely, 98% chance can read my mind. 

"I don't get migraines. Well I do. But not regularly," Dustin has a deep, soothing voice and it makes my nerves calm in the slightest. Is that weird? Is this another mind trick?

"I... I have to get to class," I avert my eyes, taking a few steps backs. Although, to my luck, he shoulders off the wall and matches the steps toward me. Please God don't let me get murdered.

Dustin's eyes widen, like someone just kicked his puppy or something. "Did you... Did you really think I was going to hurt you?" He accuses. I gulp, trying to alleviate the knot in my throat. No luck.

"Um..." I lick my lips, crossing my arms over my chest in a defensive stance, taking a few steps backward. The bell signalling class rings, and I jump in the slightest from the abrupt sound. A few kids sprint past us. I'm late. 

Dustin sighs, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I would never hurt you. I came here to help. It's... It's hard to expl-"

"I'm sorry. Help?" My voice squeaks at that word. He seems to be doing quite the opposite right now. 

"I can't explain it here. Meet me at Daniel's after school. Please, I'll tell you everything." He seems so confident that I'll show up. If you're reading my thoughts right now Dustin- if that even is your name, I don't trust you. Leave me alone. If someone were to hear this conversation they would think we both went insane. I feel like I'm going insane.

I begin to walk away, and flinch in the slightest when his voice echos through the hallway. "You're actually one of the sanest people in the world right now. Please, at least think about it," He says.

No pun indented.