The Nerd's Secret |Ongoing|

☫ Chapter 25 ☫

  ☫ Chapter 25 ☫  

I felt a hand clasp onto mine.

     It was a quick movement that caught me off guard. Fingers brushing softly as they wrapped themselves with mine. My eyes widened over the light touch, the feeling was tight. For a moment there, I didn't notice the sharpness of nails against my skin. My heart did a little skip, almost dropping on the spot and my face turned into a dark shade of red, a burning sensation overwhelming my cheeks and neck. I did the math. The only person at a close enough proximity to get a grasp on me in this exact time frame would be Kelly.

     Astonishingly enough, this added little to no relief.

     "Don't be scared," Kelly whispered gently but her words were quick that I thought maybe I hadn't heard her correctly. "It's just the dark," she assured me.

     I frowned for a moment, biting my lips while processing everything. Why did she immediately assume I was scared? I mean, yes, mind you I am a little nervous and slightly fearful of what may or may not be occurring however the fact that it's automatically deduced doesn't make me feel too great. If it's any consolation on my own behalf, it's not the actual dark that scares me. It's what happens in the dark. Which I believe is a completely normal and acceptable thing.

     There are other more 'significant' things happening right now though. Jaxon. Something's happening to him. Factoring the scene I saw before the lights switched off I can gather that it definitely has something to do with superpowers. I genuinely doubt it was a trick of the light. Heh. Little joke there. Not the time. Sorry. What I mean is that this was no coincidence. The probability of it being either accidental or a blackout at the exact moment of what I just witnessed, is not very high.

     I'm catching on now. I'm not going to give the benefit of the doubt here and pretend that this has nothing to do with powers or similar elements. The logical explanation is that he got a hold of the super drugs just like the girl from last night. The question that still needs to be investigated is how and from who.

     With all the thinking I delved myself in, I briefly forgot that Kelly was right by my side, still holding my hand. It wasn't until she spoke, that I snapped out of my thoughts and blinked a couple of times, startled.

     "Jeremiah," Kelly said and I could feel the way my heart got caught in my throat, the thumping echoing in my ears like I was going to burst. I closed my eyes in appreciation, grateful that she couldn't see my reaction. She would have probably glared at me once she saw the way I was being affected. It's just...I think this is the first time I've ever heard her call my name without any malice. "Could you relax? Your hands are sweating."

     I sucked on my lower lip, giving a pout. "S-sorry," I muttered an apology.

     "No, it's uh... it's okay but--" She let go of my hand. A rustling sound was heard and I could tell she was wiping her hand against her shirt. I wanted to hide myself. This is so embarrassing. The warmth in my hand didn't diminish from the lack of hers but I no longer had the butterflies in my stomach. I mimicked her action of wiping my hand, realizing how nervous I truly was. Oh my goodness. My face must have resembled a tomato at this point. "We all have different reactions to things." She returned her hand to mine, intertwining them.

     I could feel myself begin to panic. She was being really nice. And I know from past observations that she could sometimes be nice to people but for some reason, she doesn't like me so I don't experience that type of thing with her. But still, how was I supposed to proceed with this? What does this mean? Maybe she doesn't actually hate me. I certainly don't hate her.