Trillions and Billions

Mind Readers

She didn't mean to make it happen. It just... happened.

Her and her friend had been having a detailed conversation about mind readers. Were they real? What if they were? How and why could they do it? It was quite fun.

That's why, in maths, she had decided to do it. It was too hot, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her head leaning on her hand. She felt tired, the boredom getting to her. A sigh escaped her parted lips and she glanced to the side.

There sat her crush. The boy she had been pining over for ages. His black eyes like jewels, sparkling in the sun. His black hair left down, covering his head and some of his eyes. He wore the school's uniform, which seemed to suit him, his tattoos clearly noticeable.

She noticed him start to smile a little, and quickly looked away, desperately hoping she hadn't said any of that out loud. How embarrassing that would be.

Her mind wandered to the conversation she had in English with her best friend, Diane.

I'm gonna try it....

She grinned, taking a small glance around the class. It wouldn't work, but it would pass the time.

Well.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

She glanced around again, only to notice her crush's hands over his head, eyes scrunched closed. She stopped and noticed him calm down, not in pain. Her chocolate brown eyes wide, red creeping up her face as he stared at her.

The bell went and she quickly stood, flinging her pencil case and book into her bag. She hadn't even got it on her back and she was already out the classroom.

Go to the nurse, go home. I'm sick. That didn't happen. I'm hallucinating.

She had made it to the back stairs, ready to go to the nurse's room while everyone went for first break. She barely made it on the first step when a hand gripped onto her arm, pulling her back into a firm chest.

"Let go! Let go of me!"
"Shut up."

She stopped, looking up at her crush, who was a lot taller than her. Being four foot nine had its disadvantages, especially when he was six foot something. His voice was cold, eyes colder. She gulped, not knowing what he was going to do.

"You saw. You know. I need to get rid of you."
"What? You.. you're going to.."

Her eyes drifted towards the stairs. One push and shed be tumbling down them. She glanced up, now petrified of what he would do. Tears began to blur her vision and fall down her cheeks, bottom lip wobbling.

His eyes trailed down to her lips, then lower to her outfit. She always seemed to wear good outfits. Today was a pink sweater and black shorts, black converse neatly tied. He didn't want to do this, he always knew about her crush on him and hoped she would know about his. But she didn't. She wasn't one of them, she was human, who should live a human life.

He licked his lips before looking away, knowing if he swelled any further on this that he wouldn't be able to do it.

Come on. Push her. She's so weak, I could probably break her neck with my own hands.

He glanced at her as he heard small sniffles come from her. Her free hand on his and weakly trying to pull it off her wrist. He cursed and pulled her in again, hugging her tightly. To see in this state made him feel guilty.

"Please.. don't kill me. I— I don't want to die."
"Shh. It's fine. It's fine."

His jaw tended as he closed his eyes, hearing her thoughts swirl around his mind. About how scared she was, how much she wanted to live, how she wanted to do everything she dreamed of.