second slow breath into my abdomen, I calmed my mind. Then, ready to strike, I thought really hard, straining my mind... nothing happened. I exhaled in a loud, frustrated huff. Grumbling, rolling my eyes, and shaking my head, I squeezed my fists into tight balls. Why did this have to be so hard?
All of a sudden, talent emerged from the depths of my mind. So... my anger fueled my power. Clearing my mind of all distractions, I strove to subdue my talent, to control it with precision. Then, realization struck me... it wasn’t so difficult after all. When I raised my hand, her skirt elevated revealing skimpy black lingerie. Looking at her long toned legs and rounded smooth cheeks, my heart quickened. Almost instantly after, she screamed, drawing everyone’s attention. I began to laugh anticipating her expression. She whirled around searching for the culprit. After our eyes met, mine shot open. She wasn’t Danessa. Damn. That’s right. Danessa was wearing a blue skirt.
Her fiery eyes fixed on my raised hand, and she squinted. Face burning, I dropped my hand. Her skirt fell with it. Everyone around us laughed and pointed at the Danessa look-a-like. Her face grew a dark shade of crimson before she scowled. She stomped toward me, huffing loudly. I raised my hands, trying to plead innocent. It didn’t work. Her hand whipped around and smacked into my face, jarring my head.
My cheek blazed in pain as I started to blabber. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else—I didn't realize—I'm so sorry.”
She glared at me. “Pervert!”
In an instant she stormed out of the party, without glancing back. I sat rigid on the couch, my jaw slack and my heart thumping hard. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jasmine standing in the doorway gaping at me. How much did she see?
When she marched over and slapped me, I had my answer. “You're a bastard. I thought you were worth my time.”
She slapped the other side of my face and took off before I could explain myself. Both of my cheeks burned and stung, but not as much as my dignity did. Ben and Danessa stomped over to me, shaking their heads, both flushed and frowning.
“Why did you do that?” Danessa asked. “People were here to have fun not be embarrassed.”
I couldn't have Ben and Danessa mad at me also. I stood up and lifted my hand to the side of my face. “I thought she was you. I was just trying to get revenge for when you pantsed me.”
Ben and Danessa immediately burst out laughing, their drinks sloshing on the floor. “Looks like I win again,” said Danessa.
I shook my head, sighing. “You’ll get yours.”
Ben shrugged, then nearly toppled before Danessa caught him. “Oops. That sucks. You'll have to apolosize... I mean apologize to the girl at some point. Maybe I can help her understand. Don't think about it now though.... Let’s have another drrrink.”
What else was there to do? I swallowed the last sip of my wine before throwing my arms around my two besties. “How about those drinks?” Maybe I could turn the night around.
On the way to the kitchen, several people began shouting, their voices thick with alarm. I flinched, dropping my glass. It shattered, sending out glistening fragments across the floor. I released my friends and sprinted into the kitchen, wondering how my night could get worse.
My eyes widened at the sight of flames licking the kitchen wall. Smoke billowed into the room, berating my nose with the smell of burning wood and paint. Two male guests were hitting the blaze with their removed shirts, trying unsuccessfully to extinguish the flames. I skimmed the room, searching for a solution. Wait. My talent sparked to life, giving me an answer. With a wave of my hand, the bottles jerked off the table, to smash onto the ground, creating puddles of sticky alcohol. Then, directing all of my will at the round kitchen table, I unleashed a wave of talent. The boys jumped back as the surface of the table slammed into the wall to
All of a sudden, talent emerged from the depths of my mind. So... my anger fueled my power. Clearing my mind of all distractions, I strove to subdue my talent, to control it with precision. Then, realization struck me... it wasn’t so difficult after all. When I raised my hand, her skirt elevated revealing skimpy black lingerie. Looking at her long toned legs and rounded smooth cheeks, my heart quickened. Almost instantly after, she screamed, drawing everyone’s attention. I began to laugh anticipating her expression. She whirled around searching for the culprit. After our eyes met, mine shot open. She wasn’t Danessa. Damn. That’s right. Danessa was wearing a blue skirt.
Her fiery eyes fixed on my raised hand, and she squinted. Face burning, I dropped my hand. Her skirt fell with it. Everyone around us laughed and pointed at the Danessa look-a-like. Her face grew a dark shade of crimson before she scowled. She stomped toward me, huffing loudly. I raised my hands, trying to plead innocent. It didn’t work. Her hand whipped around and smacked into my face, jarring my head.
My cheek blazed in pain as I started to blabber. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else—I didn't realize—I'm so sorry.”
She glared at me. “Pervert!”
In an instant she stormed out of the party, without glancing back. I sat rigid on the couch, my jaw slack and my heart thumping hard. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jasmine standing in the doorway gaping at me. How much did she see?
When she marched over and slapped me, I had my answer. “You're a bastard. I thought you were worth my time.”
She slapped the other side of my face and took off before I could explain myself. Both of my cheeks burned and stung, but not as much as my dignity did. Ben and Danessa stomped over to me, shaking their heads, both flushed and frowning.
“Why did you do that?” Danessa asked. “People were here to have fun not be embarrassed.”
I couldn't have Ben and Danessa mad at me also. I stood up and lifted my hand to the side of my face. “I thought she was you. I was just trying to get revenge for when you pantsed me.”
Ben and Danessa immediately burst out laughing, their drinks sloshing on the floor. “Looks like I win again,” said Danessa.
I shook my head, sighing. “You’ll get yours.”
Ben shrugged, then nearly toppled before Danessa caught him. “Oops. That sucks. You'll have to apolosize... I mean apologize to the girl at some point. Maybe I can help her understand. Don't think about it now though.... Let’s have another drrrink.”
What else was there to do? I swallowed the last sip of my wine before throwing my arms around my two besties. “How about those drinks?” Maybe I could turn the night around.
On the way to the kitchen, several people began shouting, their voices thick with alarm. I flinched, dropping my glass. It shattered, sending out glistening fragments across the floor. I released my friends and sprinted into the kitchen, wondering how my night could get worse.
My eyes widened at the sight of flames licking the kitchen wall. Smoke billowed into the room, berating my nose with the smell of burning wood and paint. Two male guests were hitting the blaze with their removed shirts, trying unsuccessfully to extinguish the flames. I skimmed the room, searching for a solution. Wait. My talent sparked to life, giving me an answer. With a wave of my hand, the bottles jerked off the table, to smash onto the ground, creating puddles of sticky alcohol. Then, directing all of my will at the round kitchen table, I unleashed a wave of talent. The boys jumped back as the surface of the table slammed into the wall to
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