Cevic

Chapter 20

“Then you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town, I haven’t seen it in a while since she brought you down…”

 

-You belong with me, Taylor Swift-

 

I wasn’t aware of this fact before the basketball session and found out I was faster than humans. It shouldn’t have taken rocket science to figure out that I was stronger too, but that moment, I just wasn’t thinking properly. My punch was supposed to make a Cevicïan stumble. He crashed straight into the wall he had Rezia against.

  James groaned.

“What the shit, man?” demanded Jackson, looking at me.

Breathing in and out ruggedly, I gritted my teeth, as James staggered up, wiping his lip with the back of his hand. He opened his mouth to speak. “Look, Eric, I don’t know why you’re so upset but I didn’t-“

 “Shut up. I thought you were my friend. I thought you were her friend.” I breathed in through my mouth sharply. “I'm so done with you.”

  Putting Jackson and James’s calls behind my back, I barged into the nearest bathroom, and slammed the door behind me.

 I didn’t even know what to feel.

Many Cevicïans despised and scorned me for many reasons and one of them was that I felt emotions too strongly and barbarically and expressed them in a shockingly open fashion.

  They stuffed their emotions down their chest for so long, it had become a nature for them to feel less, or feel none at all.

  Bending over the basin, I felt exactly like a perfect Cevicïan I was expected be.

The door bashed open, and from the way the door slammed open roughly, I knew without looking that it was too-strong Jackson.

 “Hey, man, that wasn’t very cool.”

 “It’s Geography now. What are you doing here?”

 Jackson raised an eyebrow. “Are you kidding me? The same goes for you. Hey, are you okay?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

“Why were you so mad with James?”

Disbelief had my mouth fall open. “You don’t know? After what you’ve seen?”

  Jackson walked closer to me. “That was just a sweet kiss shared between two people who like each other.”

 “It was inappropriate!”

 Jackson rubbed the nape of his neck, groaning. “I think yo need to speak to James himself. Are you from the nineteenth century? You don’t get girl clues at all, you don’t know what ‘interested in’ means, and you think a sweet, short kiss like that between seventeen year olds was inappropriate.”

  “Well, you mean that wasn’t inappropriate?” I demanded heatedly.

 He blinked. “Maybe they should have chosen a better location where people wouldn’t walk into them, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t inappropriate enough for you to knock James into a wall like you’re Hulk.”

  “What’s that?”

 “What do you mean?”

 “Hulk.”

He moaned. “It’s a green monster which has enormous power and anger management issues. It’s like talking to a caveman. You being Hulk is beside the point. I demand you to talk to James about it. After class.”