Wonder Child

Woodland Nightmare

After that incident, Xavier took to following me. Everywhere. Everyday he would be sitting with my group, waiting for me. He walked me to my classes, from my classes, sat by me at lunch. He waited outside the gym during cheer practice. He would find any excuse to come into contact with me. When I asked him what the hell he was doing, he said that obviously my powers flared when he was around because I was uncomfortable. The more he was

around me, the more comfortable I would be. I responded with Bitch-Face Number Five, which is a moderate scowl. He poked the space between my eyebrows and told me not to scrunch my face. I responded by grabbing his wrist and kicking up my external temperature. He yelped and shook his burning arm out, pouting at me.

"What the hell?"

"Don't you dare poke me."

"Feisty."

He gave me that slow-spreading grin that he knew made me melt. I looked away. I wasn't able to look straight at it without blushing like mad. Instead I just walked faster. His stride matched mine easily.

"I need you to stop this."

"What?"

"This...stalking. I have things to do. Problems to solve. I need you to stop. You're following me everywhere! People are talking, and....just stop."

His face looked heart-broken.

"But...we're mates. We belong together."

"Not now."

"But-"

"Xavier..."

"No."

I gave him a shocked look.

"No? You can't just ignore-"

"Yes I can. And I will. You can ignore me, blow me off, whatever. But I will always be there on the outskirts waiting for you should you need me."

He had stepped closer during his rant. Our faces were so close. I should back away. I don't need this. I have so much to learn and practice, and he'll distract me and twist me and hello...

He was kissing me.

It was soft and sweet, a question rather a demand. He had to lean down to reach, and I stepped on my tip-toes wrapping my arms around his neck. I don't know how long we kissed, but whenever one pulled away the other moved forward.

"DAMN, MY EYES!"

I hopped away, mortified. Brad was covering his eyes in dramatised agony. The other two chuckle-fucks were cat-calling us. Xavier had wrapped his arms around me, and was smirking like the Cheshire Cat. I snapped my fingers, and the familiar pull confined me, and before I knew it I was at my house. I sighed in relief. Tomorrow was Saturday, so I didn't have to leave my safety-hole. As I walked up to the front door, I felt something off. I spun around, but there was nothing there.

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My parents wouldn't be home until late, because they both had a lot of work to do. After my daily training with Aunt Cristina, I was dead tired. Lexi had called to bitch at me for disappearing into thin air. Apparently Xavier had a panic attack until they had managed to convince him that I 'pull this sort of random-magic shit all the goddamn time.' I had apologised, letting her know that yes, I was fine and no, I wasn't going to 'pop in her room while she was sleeping as some sort of twisted-ass joke'.

It was dark by the time I finished my homework, and I decided to raid the fridge for some sort of sweet. Daddy had baked a cheesecake a few days ago and hopefully there was some left. As I was rifling, there was a sort of shadow outside the kitchen window. It disappeared as soon as I looked, but it still put me on edge.