Manifesting | kotlc

- chapter - nineteen -

happy valentines day. here's a treat. 

"Spill," Blythe told me the moment the door was closed behind everyone. 

"Hold on," I told her reaching for my Imparter and making sure to call Eamon back. "It will be easier if I only have to tell this story once," I further explained, ignoring the look in Blythe's eyes. "Don't start," I warned just as Eamon picked up. 

"Ah, Poppy! I was feeling poopy when you ignored my calls." Eamon looked cheery. "What's up?"

I rolled my eyes at his stupid joke, and winced as Lyra giggled. "I can't believe that is something that was just said by Eamon Foster. I thought he's supposed to be funny," Gen remarked, although her voice was sarcastic. I questioned whether she was actually being rude or not. 

"Genesis?" Eamon said her name in a questioning tone. "I'm confused." 

"I'm at a sleepover," I told him, smiling. "I was going to call you to inform you that this was happening so we couldn't talk much, but the night has been really weird and taken a drastic turn." 

He immediately was aware of the tone in my voice and became concerned. "What's wrong." 

"My parents know I'm a pyrokinetic," I stated, but looked towards my friends in the same room as me. "But it gets weirder than that." 

"Is everything okay?" Eamon immediately asked. "You know that my family will support you if needed." 

"Everything is..." I wasn't quite sure if I would use the word 'okay' so I let the sentence linger on as I thought over what I could say next. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to release this information so what I'm going to say next is very top secret, but I trust all of you to keep it that way." At this I locked eyes with Genesis. I was wary of her, but knowing of her relationship with Lyra and everything she had admitted to us tonight, I was willing to put a significant amount of trust into her. "My dad's a pyrokinetic." 

Everyone gasped, no one louder than Blythe. "But your mother hates people with abilities!" she responded loudly. "That's impossible."

"Apparently, she thought he was talentless up until I was around ten. The reason they put me into Foxfire is because they were worried I would also manifest as a pyrokinetic, and they knew Foxfire would take care of me. They just assumed that they would be in the know when it happened, so they could explain it to me at that point. They weren't going to tell me if this didn't happen." The last sentence came as a realization, and I looked down at my hands in wonder. My parents were willing to keep my dad being a pyrokinetic a secret from me for the rest of eternity, they weren't going to tell me unless 'necessary.' 

"Your dad just seems so quiet and..." Lyra stopped herself, her eyes widening. "Oh my gosh, I'm your dad."

All of us couldn't stop our laughter at her words, even Eamon joining in. "For being the father of a fifteen year old girl, you sure look good," Eamon told her, and if he had been there in person I wonder if I would've slapped him across the chest as I had the urge now. I felt a bit of bile raise in my stomach at the tone of his flirty words. I was used to him only using that tone with me. 

"Yes, what secret moisturizer are you using?" Gen added on without a pause, so there was no awkwardness after Eamon's joke. 

"No!" Lyra protested, laughing herself. "I meant, like, we both carry ourselves the same way. I feel like our personalities are similar, so I kind of understand why he's not told you until now. I mean, honestly, I think you're the same. All of us are. The only people who know about our abilities because we made the decision to personally tell them, is the people who need to know."