Telepathic [Zane Julien x Reader] 🚨Hiatus🚨

|02|Chapter Two

[Y/N]

For the rest of the block, I listened to Zane talk. I searched trying to see if I could get inside his brain. His mind. And I couldn't. All I found within the last hour was his mind was blank. It translation there was a door with a lock on it, and I didn't have the combination. It was driving me crazy now knowing what he was thinking.

What he was thinking about being partnered up with me.

What he was thinking about anything in general really.

The guy was freaking me out. I could hear everyone else's thoughts, but no matter how hard I tried or how much effort, I couldn't get into his mind.

"Is there something on my face?" The platinum haired boy named Zane asked me.

He brought me out of my daze and my thoughts. "Hm?"

"You're staring at me. Do I have something on my face?" Zane elaborated.

"No... no you don't. I was just getting lost in my thoughts. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable." I apologized.

"There is no need to apologize, [Y/N]." Zane assured me.

I didn't know what to say. Zane was really polite, and it didn't seem like he thought I was a freak. I wondered why that is. He seemed to be formal like someone placed in the wrong time (like he was from Medieval Times and placed in Modernization). He intrigued me.

"So, you don't think I'm a freak?" I asked him.

"On the contrary, I think you're different, but that's a good thing. I think people judge before they get to know the real you. All the rumors floating around makes you seem like a witch or part of some cult." I am. "However, you have a unique ability that can prove to be useful when you get older. You could be a Detective, a Vet, Doctor, Lawyer, Teacher, anything, and it'll suit you the best to your abilities."

So, I could be the best lawyer there is and everyone will still think I'm a freak. Nothing will ever change what people think of me.

"I hope my words help you." Zane said.

I nodded to say they did, but, truthfully, they didn't do anything at all. When the bell rang, I left Zane who was getting his bag. No one could ever speak to me like that. People were scared of me. I left school (history was my last class), and I walked to the park. His words didn't affect me, but he wanted them to.

I could feel that much in the tone he used. But in my world, I was a nothing. In society, I was a freak. However, there was only one person (other than my mother) who didn't care about that: Minnie. She was a mind ghost I created. A figment of my imagination if you will. It was how I got used to having this powers. She first arrived on my sixth birthday party when none of my friends arrived after they had RSVP.

That's when Minne arrived.

That's when I started training.

That's when I became a witch.

That's when something finally clicked in my brain.

I wasn't seen as normal.

I wasn't normal.

And I never will be.

I opened the door to the apartment I shared with my mother. I walked into the livichen room (which was what I called our den and our kitchen that was adjourned to one another to see my mother scurrying around the room. Her hair in the shape of a braided crown with many braids of varying width flowing out of it.

My mother was a witch.

I suspected she was looking for ingredients for a potion (never dinner). I shrugged it off and went towards my room. The apartment (although rather small) had a kitchen, den, two bedrooms and one bathroom. Mine was the bigger of the two, because mom understood I was a teenager and needed my  space. I plopped my bag on the floor next to my desk for schoolwork.

Within an hour, I had finished with Pre- Calc, part of AP Biology, AP Physics, AP English 12, and Culinary Arts 1. I looked at the time to see it was only five thirty. I still have thirty minutes before dinner. I may as well get some of the History project done. Our assignment was to create a Greek God (or Goddess), describe them, write a few myths about them, name them, make their Roman Counterpart, and design them (in picture and word form). I got out my sketch book and wrote the goddess's name. Ereni, the goddess of Imagination and Reality. I, then, began drawing what I recond she looked like. I was putting the finishing touches at around 615 when my phone beeped.

XXX-XXX-XXXX
You left in quite a hurry, I didn't get your number (I got it from one of my friends who, miraculously, has everyone's number in their phone). I was thinking we could get together to do the project. - Zane

I didn't know anyone who had my number in their phone. Unless.... but Zane doesn't seem like the type of person to be friends with him. Despite the feeling in my gut I got that kept telling me I knew which friend he was referring to, I  smiled down at my phone. I did have a partner in this project.

[Y/Nu]
That's fine with me. When and where do you want to Meet?

Zane
Will you be able to come over by seven and leave at about 830? My place? Here's my address [R/A].

[Y/Nu]
That's fine with me. I can be there as early as 645 if you want me to.

Zane
That is fine.

I guess I'm going to Zane's place in half an hour.

Which one of Zane's friends do you think [Y/N] knows? Hint: it's not Jay, Nya, sKYlor, or PIXAL.