The Gifted

Sam

I don't understand this....confusion from last night.

I kissed her. But why didn't it feel right? Or it was, but she was just not ready?

I sigh at these thoughts as I change out for Physical Education. Today I have to train inside the building. This class is easy anyways. I have a very good Physical fitness and my wolf-like abilities help me in this.

I start to walk outside. No one waits for me out of the men's locker room. No one likes a guy with yellow eyes. The only person that's made me feel safe and loved is Kat.

Now I'm a little confused if that really is what was in between us...

As usual, some Normalities stop their conversations just to take a look at me passing by. My eyes say it all. He's Gifted.

I ignore these stares and whispers as I walk to the tree I tend to stand by until it is time to get to our places. Suddenly, my bracelet buzzes and I was right. Training Center it is.

So I look down and blend in with the crowd of students getting to their buildings or lines outside. As I step in the building, I smile at the instructor and he gives me a nod back. He tells me I'm his best student. He doesn't have to keep an eye on me all the time like the rest of the students.

Once again, I go all the way to the back of the class and hide in the shadow of this large, dim room as he announces today's training. I suppose today is individual training in either section of the building. People disperse to different areas of this room the moment he finishes talking, and I go to the shadowy part of the building. This is where the punching bags are at. Barely anyone comes here, so I prefer to hide out here.

Except as I get there, a single girl catches my attention. She has her hair down a blonde wavy ponytail, and she tries to put on hand wraps. As I get closer to a punching bag by her, I recognize her as Adeline. But it's odd that her face expression isn't the usual one she has on. Filled with authority and arrogance. She has a gentle face on as she slowly puts on white hand wraps.

"Do you need help?" I say as I step up to the punching bag just a few feet away from her.

She looks up with surprise at first to who has talked to her. But her expression relaxes when she recognizes me and gives me a tight smile. She tries to put on her arrogant persona, but it doesn't work when I gently take her hands.

She awkwardly clears her throat and looks away as I work on her hands. I look at her with a slight confusion. Why is she trying to be so hard with me? When we barely interact or have an indirect conversation among the group, she seems so nice to me. She's always on my side despite of her stubbornness, but now that we have a moment alone she is this stern.

Well, I have to admit. Despite of her hard character, her hands are surprisingly soft. I guess all the girls in her position are like this. Not even Kat's hands seem as gentle as hers.

I make sure I put on the hand wrap right and softly let go of her hands. "There you go, Miss--"

"Don't." I quickly stop talking and she notices her abruptness. She softens her expression and says, "Please. I just....don't want anyone suspecting something..."

"Do you always hide out here?"

She does a small chuckle as she goes over to a punching bag and I go to the one next to hers. "Not all the time. I don't have a lot of friends here. I prefer to keep it that way, of course."

I take a pair of boxing gloves and start stretching. "I see."

"What about you? You always hide out here?" She starts doing her stretches when she asks this. I notice how hard she tries to avoid my eyes. A hint of hurt runs through my heart at this expression. The same expression everyone else gives me when I'm at school.