The People with Useless Power

Chapter Fifteen

[A/N: I was just thinking about how I hate Emily and so many people love her, and how I have a love/hate relationship with Emma and a lot of people are either with her or against her, and how I completely love Mara and most people hate her guts. And it makes sense: Emily's a great, positive person, Emma has her strong moments, and Mara's as confusing as the shape with one edge. But today, I've decided to change it up a little.

Just kidding. I just rewrote this chapter. This doesn't apply anymore. I was just too lazy to change it.

Enjoy.]

Emma froze.

Mara stared at her, her eyes wide and her expectations low.

When Emma didn't respond, she scowled. "Oh, grow up, Emma, adults make decisions."

She closed her eyes. "I've only known her for a bit. You can't love someone in such a short amount of time."

"Studies show that it only takes six minutes to fall in love, Emma," Mara corrected, her eyebrows furrowed. "Do you love her?"

Emma didn't know for sure; they had never gone on a real, actual date. Besides, Mara had almost killed her.

But she had planned to kill herself instead.

Even more lost in thought, Emma laid down on Mara's- her bed.

"God, Emma, it's not that big of a decision!" Mara snapped, anger tearing through her calm tone. "It's just some emotions!"

"Of course you'd think that, you're nothing but logic!" Emma stood, her eyes seemingly dancing with flames.

"And of course you'd think that, you're nothing but emotion!" Mara shouted, standing up with her, her eyes filling with frost.

"What's wrong with emotion?!" Emma snapped.

"And what's wrong with logic?!" Mara snapped back.

"Logic is cold! It's heartless!" Emma yelled.

"And emotion creates problems and drama! It makes overcoming simple obstacles so much harder! It makes you indecisive, Emma, even though you know the answer. Just say it! Say it!"

"GET OUT!" Emma roared. With one look at Mara's tear-filled eyes, she regretted it, but Mara was already running out, snatching up her diary as she went.

Emma sat on the bed and her shoulders slumped. She stared down at her lap and pinched the bridge of her nose.

...

Emily downed another shot and slammed the glass on the bar as the regulars around her cheered. "A round for all my... dear, dear friends!" she slurred, and they cheered again, louder.

"Are you sure?" the bartender asked. "You're only 17."

"Um, bartend, dude, the law is 'no power, no service'. Emily here has a power," a random man explained, but his voice sounded familiar. He paused, and then sighed. "Well, you know what, maybe you're right. I'll take her home."

The regulars jeered, but the man was already grabbing her arm and dragging her out as she struggled weakly.

"Vincent, when did you get a twin brother?" she slurred, trying to focus on him. He shook his head and sighed.

"Lightweight," he muttered, before clearing his throat. "I'll get you home. You'd better explain yourself in the morning."

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