The Gifted Curse

4: Someone Special's Mouth

A/N: I don't know if you guys know this or not, but Olivia is like a mixture of myself, my best friend, and my sister. Not that it matters, but I just wanted to get that out there :) Also! How are you guys liking the 'story' so far? Hopefully this one is a keeper, just like these two wonderful human beings up here in the music video. <3 Don't know where I'd be without my Youtube and all those who build up that community... I also don't know where I'd be with our community. Even if it's not that big, the stories that it contains are bigger than the world itself and I'm glad to be a tiny- very tiny- part of it :) Good luck reading! <3

I stare at the wall in front of me. Last night Dillon was in my room and some heavy shit was going down. My breath starts to pick up as the memories spill into my brain. NO! I groan and squeeze my eyes shut. Damn it. I release a breath and slide my hand down my body and towards my thigh. I suddenly stop. Come on Olivia! You're in your last hour and that means you can make it through without doing anything stupid. Just as I was about to occupy myself with something I notice Dillon staring at me. Our eyes meet and I was hit with the feeling of sadness. Dillon's eyes look so sad and pitiful that I have to look away before I break down and hug him right then and there. I pick up my pencil and suck in a breath. Might as well do my homework. I was about to start the first problem when the door to the classroom swings open. A hurried woman peeks through the door and makes eye contact with me. My brows furrow as she then looks to my teacher for a private conversation. When the teacher looks back to her students with a sleepy look and then to the woman, I knew she'd gladly take an opportunity to leave us for a small bit.

"Liv." Dillon hisses once the teacher had stepped out of the room. My eyes slowly meet his. My breath catches in my throat at the way he is looking at me. A shudder runs down my spine when I realize that it reminds me of last night. Dear God this was not good. I need to get away from Dillon or I'd start thinking things and that was never a good sign. Dillon looks at me curiously but then shakes his head. "Liv I just want to let you know that I'm sorry... I didn't know you'd take such an offense to me reading your mind." He whispers and his eyes fall to the ground. I furrow my brows.

"Who wouldn't be offended by that? You not only invaded my privacy but also found out something that's very secret to me." I hiss. Dillon locks eyes with me and then leans forward.

"Olivia God damn it I'm sorry!" He nearly yells. I wince and then press my lips into a thin line.

"I know you say you're sorry, but how do I know if you're truly sorry?" I spit. Dillon's body stiffens and I can tell my words made him upset.

"I'll give you anything you want." He growls. I smirk and lay my fingers on the desk. I tap them one by one until an evil thought comes to mind.

"Anything?" I inquire, a brow quirked. Dillon lets out a breath.

"Anything." He repeats. He had no idea what he'd just signed up for.

"I want you to stand up and go to the chalkboard," I state. Dillon glances at me then sighs. He did as I said and I smiles. Now I want you to draw a dick and say that you love them. Dillon picks up a piece of chalk and starts to draw. In the very back of my thoughts, it hurt me that he was reading in on my mind, but my nice side excused it for the sake of this joke. Once Dillon was done drawing he turns around to a classroom full of eyes trained on him, including mine. I grin as our eyes meet.

"I," He pauses as everyone looks at him expectantly. He rolls his eyes, but when he looks back at me a goofy ass grin was on his face. "I love dick." He laughs out loud when everyone in the room gasps. He then mutters something under his breath that I couldn't hear. I sigh, I hate when people do that, but lucky for me a girl in the front row hears him. She stands up and turns around to the class.