As I thought, Liz called me to say she was not coming back that day. It has been a week already, and she has spent it at the hospital. I still don't know how to deal with Elijah's interest.
With Josh, I was shaken with what happened a few months ago. Then he let out though that made me push him back. What happened yesterday was only the last drop.
In short, he made it easy for me to feel disgusted and draw the line. But Elijah is different, and that is what is bothering me. It is not that I feel any attraction toward him. I just don't know how to take the natural progression of men and women getting attracted to each other.
I can arbitrarily decide not to care about him, but what next? What about next time? And actually, I have not felt any interest in the opposite sex since the accident. Call it whatever you want, just the thought of that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. And you can say that is one change I have not tried to fight after I woke up from my coma.
I take the bus again today. During this week, taking to exercising has done me good. It is not about strength, but about health, and mind. I'm so comfortable feeling my muscles be less powerless that the world seems brighter.
I get down at my stop and walk a bit. I arrive at the same time as Emmie. She was waving at her mother who waves at me when she spots me while passing by.
"Max, let's go!"
A short skirt that gives view of most of her thighs and seems ready to reveal everything underneath. A blouse with puffy short sleeves and the strings of the collar left open, revealing her skin, and the barest beginning of a cleavage. Curly deep red hair that glints with vigor under the sun as it jumps on her back and on her prominent chest. Emmie runs over to pull me. Maybe it is because of how much energy she has that she has started shaping up early, attracting the attention, good and bad. I can only let her have her way if I don't want her nagging.
We hurry along the way, and I can see that my little bit of fame has faded. Probably only Josh, his friends and his brother are still clinging to what happened last week.
Emmie pulls me to the lawn and we sit down. The sun is starting to be less harsh in the morning, and with the green of the lawn, leaning against the tree under its shade, it is enjoyable.
"Liz is still not back yet?"
I shake my head at Emmie's question.
"Then why don't you come to stay at my place for now? Being alone at home must be boring, right?"
I look at my friend, speechless. If she said it is not safe, I would have considered her proposal actually. But she just…
Sigh, maybe I am the one who has become less secure after all that happened. But most would feel the same way in my place. Telepathy is not all fun. If only it has been something more tangible like telekinesis.
Sigh. There are others out there, and I just hope there are no other powers, the worst of which would be mind control, well, not for me, and Liz.
That is something else on my mind. How come we are both insulators? It can't even be the genes. We are not related by blood.
"Why are you sighing so much? Don't you want some company? We can pull all-nighters and have many girls' nights together!"
I want to simply roll my eyes at that, but I actually feel interested.
*Riing*
The sound of the bell interrupts me and I stand up.
"Let's go."
Emmie seems to have read the interest I felt, and she runs over to cling to my arm.
"Come on, Max, say yes! It will be fun! Dad is on a long trip and mom will not bother us either!"
"I will think about it."
"Yeah!!"
Emmie jumps, and her chest seems about to fly before coming down. My eyes can't help but follow it, making Emmie laugh. She embraces me to make me feel her softness.
"Don't worry, yours will grow bigger soon. You have the gene of your mother after all. You might even surpass me someday, just look at your sister."
And for good measure, she pulls my hand to her chest and makes me fondle it.
"You!"
I'm shocked by how bold she is, but I'm also speechless. I look around, then I imitate Emmie. I ignore the stares, especially the ones from the guys. But I glare at Emmie and I give a hard squeeze to her chest through the thin layer of the blouse and the rather modest bra underneath.
"ANH~!!!"
This…
I open my eyes wide, clamp down on Emmie's mouth and pull her away. That was outrageous, even for her. I glare at her unrepentant self who is now smiling at her prank, then I change the subject.
"We have Tyne for our second class, don't we?"
"Yes, before the recess. Are you interested in his tutoring class now? You have been hesitating for a week."
Emmie's ignorance makes me glare at her, especially as she is actually quite smart. She is good at academics, but just too lazy to use her brain when she can simply coast through life.
*Flick*
"Aih~!"
"Humph!"
I leave her behind, but I'm sure she is glaring at me while holding her forehead. Finally I can smile. She is too much.
But her chest is quite soft. It is different from Liz's, more elastic, probably because it is still developing. I feel like touching it again, and I can't help but wonder if I'm getting onto a different path now. If not boys, then girls?
I try to think, but the bundle of energy I'm friends with runs over again to hold my arm against her chest, her wide smile back on her face. I envy how carefree she is.
I roll my eyes at her, and turn away to think about Tyne, the teacher and the information I have gathered last week.