The Gifted Curse

9: Pre-Birthday

Stupid Sunday was here.

I groan into my pillow. I want to go, but then again, I don't. What am I going to wear? What am I going to do? I bury myself in my pillow and decide to never come out. 

I'd talked to my mom about spending the night and she figured it'd be okay since it was Katie's birthday and everything. This would be the second time I would be spending the night. Although... last time was unintentional. 

I've now known Dillon for 3 months and things were fine until we almost kissed. The event confused me and after it, I didn't know what to do. Of course, I liked to look at Dillon, but was that all I liked about him? You see, I've never had any real feelings towards anyone. Not one single crush, because at a young age I found out that everyone's not going to treat you how you're supposed to be treated. People will look at you with disdain if you don't have something they have. Like a father... 

Therefore I used my powers for my own gain and no one else's. I didn't want to be used again, not after where that got me. I've only felt lust towards those whom I choose to experiment with. 

Dillon fills my brain with vivid images. I roll over onto my back and let out a long breath. How am I supposed to go to a party with mister confusment tagging along? I squeeze my eyes shut and try to concentrate on something other than Dillon's beautiful body. Dad, I wish you were here. You'd love him like a son, almost like mom does right now. I open my eyes and drag them from the ceiling to the wall in front of me. I sit up and press my hands into the bedsheets. I look at the bulletin board that's filled with pictures. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and walk over to it. I allow my eyes to find the picture of my dad holding me up against the sun. The sun made me look like I had wings and the smile on my face was truly beautiful. I sigh as I tentatively touch the photo. Those times were stuck in the back of my head. The laughter. The love. The... I feel tears start to swell in my eyes. 

"Why'd you have to leave us, dad?" I breathe. I look away and drop my hand. "Was I not good enough? Did mom and I not live up to your standards? Where did you go?" I peer back up at the picture but realize my father was never really the man I thought he was. He's not like Dillon's father. Brave and dying because he was trying to save his comrades. No, my father... he was a coward.

I shy away from the bulletin board and head over to my bathroom. I'd spent all day worrying about what was going to happen at this stupid party that I forgot to prepare for it. Come on Liv, let's get ready. 

After some time passes I stare at my reflection with satisfaction. My make up looks damn good and my outfit is cute as hell. I went for a darker look tonight so I could blend in when we went laser tagging. I thought up a really creative outfit. An outfit that I'm sure Dillon will admire. A shiver runs down my spine. Not that I would want him to look at me like he wants to eat me. I look away from my image and roam towards my door. I guess I could head out now and get there a little earlier-

"Olivia! Dills is at the door!" I hear my mother yell up the stairs. My eyes widen. Why is he here? I didn't think I'd have to see him this soon. 

Seriously? You were just thinking of going over to the house early. 

Yeah, well you know what mind!? You can shut up because I wanted to head over early so I could set up for the sleepover!

Oh what, in Dillon's bed~

Stop thinking about him! And no! Why would I even want to-

You shouldn't have dressed up nice, it wasn't going to matter what you'd be wearing, it's just going to end up on his floor anyway.

I press my hand into my forehead. If I could jump out of my window, I would. I turn the knob to my door and sashay out. I spot Dillon before he sees me. He's coming up the stairs in a black leather jacket, white tee, and leather pants. My eyes widen. His hair is combed back with some sort of gel and when his radiant eyes find mine I feel my heart rate go up a few decibels.