Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 5- Mind Reading

~JOEY’S POV~

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 Wow. Today has been a pretty sweet day. I’ve made some new friends like, Meghan, David, Connor, Tyler, Troye, Stacy, and Shane.

 I didn’t have many friends at my old school because I didn’t want to end up killing them and look how that turned out. They’re all dead. I actually got bullied a little for isolating myself, which didn’t help with my self-esteem much.

 I’m trying to make friends this time because I think things will be a lot different with Shane in my life.

 Shane

 Oh shit. Shane’s waiting for me at our locker.

 I speed down the hall towards the locker and find Shane patiently waiting for me.

 “Ready to go to your house?” he asks.

 “Do you want to stop by your house to get some things?”

 “I don’t need to. I keep a spare set of clothes in my locker for emergencies and I keep my toothbrush in my backpack.”

 “Why do you keep your toothbrush in your backpack?”

 “Because I wake up late and run out of time at home so I brush my teeth in the bathroom at school.”

 I actually do this. I also blow dry and flat iron my hair in the bathroom at school. Don’t judge.

 “Well…I guess we’re all set. We shall go now.” I put my health textbook in the locker before grabbing Shane’s hand and walking towards the exit doors where the buses lie beyond.

 “Hey, fag Dawson. Got a new boyfriend?” some tall tannish dude says, walking up to us with five other dudes behind him.

 Who dat?

 S: That’s O2L. Don’t worry about them. I’ve got this.

 Wait. Did Shane just read my mind? And did I just read his mind?

 S: Yes I just read your mind and you’re reading my mind. I don’t know how but let’s just go with it.

 J: why did he just call you fag Dawson?

 S: because I’m gay and he’s a f*cking homophobe

 J: You’re gay?

 S: Yeah. Have a problem with that?

 J: No. Not at all.

 S: good.

 “Sawyer, just leave us alone. Take your stupid little gang and go find someone else’s dreams to crush. And he’s not my boyfriend. He’s not even gay so don’t even think about harassing him, too.”

 If he only knew…

 S: if I only knew what? Are you gay?

 J: SHANE, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

 S: I DON’T KNOW HOW AND IT’S FREAKING ME OUT!

 J: IT’S FREAKING ME OUT, TOO!

 I’m just hoping these homophobes don’t find out that I’m gay.

 S: BITCH, YOU ARE GAY!

 J: GET OUT OF MY HEAD! OH MY GAWD!

 “Sawyer, you’re going to turn around and go home, telling your friends to do the same. You are not going to harass anyone on your way home and you’re going to tell Mrs. Hartman to bring my mom another batch of her homemade chocolate chip cookies because they are delicious. Isn’t that correct?”

 Sawyer nods his head before slowly turning around to face his friends.

 “What are you guys waiting for? Let’s go!” he shoves them and pushes through them to lead the gang out of the building.

 J: Who were they?

 S: they’re the school bullies. They call themselves O2L. There’s Ricky, Sam, Trevor, JC, and Kian. Connor was the leader but he had a change of heart and left the group. Shortly after, he came out as gay but that’s different story. When Connor left, Sawyer joined the group and became the head douche. They’re all a bunch of idiots.

 We keep on talking to each other in our head as we walk to the bus and eventually get on the bus.

 J: if they bully you, then why don’t you just use your hypnosis all the time to get rid of them like you did just now?

 S: because they bully me everyday and I can’t use my hypnosis everyday; that would be exhausting. Using hypnosis uses a lot of my energy and power and I’m not physically able to do that every single day.

 J: if it’s tiring, then why did you use it just now? You used it twice today; you must be tired as hell.

 S: actually I’m not. When we’re holding hands, I feel more powerful and I can just feel the energy pumping through me.

 J: that’s how I feel when I hold your hand, too.

 S: this is weird but I like it.

 J: I like you

 S: what?

 J: nothing!

 S: Mhm. Yeah. Whatever. I’ve got my eye on you, Mr. Graceffa.

 J: you better watch out. You don’t want to lose that eye do you?

 S: Maybe I do. It’s an excuse for wearing an awesome eye patch.

 J: …You are an odd person, Dawson.

 S: you’re just now figuring that out? Oh, girl, there’s a lot more where this came from.

 He looks at me with a creepy smile and makes his eyes glow a bright white again. He looks like a creepy puppet that hasn’t gotten their irises painted on their eyes yet.

 This is going to be a very interesting sleepover.