TELE-what? Now, that's new!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS NOT INLINED WITH THE PLOT. I USED THE CHARACTER/S ONLY. AND THE CHARACTER/S THAT I USED IS, OBVIOUSLY, NOT MINE, SO DON'T SUE ME.
A/N: Guys, this is my second fic! I know that by the time you finished reading this, you'll go, "What the bajeepers is this? I thought it is a yaoi fic or something!" considering my first fic that I uploaded just weeks ago. I know you'll get confused by the sudden change in my personality. I just hope that you'll like this as much as you like the first one. But if you didn't like Waiting first fic, then, I don't know… Just read it for the sake of reading. And don't forget my review so I'll know if I'm up for this kind of stuff! Happy reading!
Chapter 1
I was writing a poem on the back page of my notebook while Ms. Ricci, my Trigonometry teacher, continued to babble about the traumatic quadratic something in front of the class that I can barely understand. I am a fine sophomore but who wants Trigonometry anyway? What's with those nonsensical lines and dots? No one needs them in college, you know. (No offense to the Trigonometry lovers.) Writing is much better because you can express your thoughts you want to keep for yourself. You think I'm weird? Wait and see.
I am not a loner but I want to be alone. I want to have friends just like everyone else but I know they won't understand. They will just laugh at me. Maybe if I tell you, you'll probably die laughing. You'll think, "No one could ever have that ability. No one." Well, except me. Promise you won't laugh?
I am telekinetic. You know the ones in the movies that can read others' minds? I am one. I am psychic, a mind-reader. You're laughing, I can see. I remembered the time when I learned that I can hear voices in people's heads. I was stupefied. I thought I was schizophrenic, hearing voices in my mind. It felt weird hearing people, even the passers-by and total strangers, talking to themselves. But it could be a big help too. Like when I am called by a teacher and I don't know the answer, I could just enter the brain of my smartest classmate and voila!
"Ms. Yu, what is the answer?" Ms. Ricci took me by surprise. She was eyeing me oddly for the umpteenth time since this morning. "Are you doing a 1000-page essay again instead of focusing in our Trigonometry class?"
"No, Miss. I was—" then I stopped short. Good riddance. Here I go again. I looked at Marta, my smartest classmate, and concentrated on what she was thinking. Aha! "The degree lies on the second quadrant!"
Ms. Ricci sighed heavily. "At least you're listening now." She went back to her lesson.
I sat down and tried to calm my heart that was beating way too fast. That was close. I looked at my seatmate, Josh, who was looking at me. He smiled. I smiled. He is a cute guy. A good football player. He is one of the boys in school that make girls swoon and say, "I wonder what he thinks of me. Does he think I'm cute?" Well, I don't wonder. I concentrate.
Strange nerdy girl.
If she doesn't act that way, she could be something else…
Having this ability has their disadvantages too. You can't get rid of the backstabbers. You hear the rumors about you in the heads of tactless "friends" even before they are spread in the entire campus. And that hurts. You can't prevent hearing your name in the flirts' and bullies' conversations. You will know what people are thinking about you. If it is bad, it sucks big time and you wish you never knew. But there are times when you like what you hear and you suddenly feel the urge to hug that person tight. But there also comes a time when you go, "What the fuck!" when you hear some funny comments. Like this one. I wonder what Tristan means in, "she could be something else…" Hmm. What the fuck!
This might be a good time to tell you something about myself. I am medium height and slim, with decent figure. I have long blond hair that looks almost white in the sun, blue-green eyes, and a dimple in my left cheek. I don't brag that I am stunning because I know that if they learn something about what I can do, they can dismiss any gorgeous feature that I have.
I got out of Tristan's mind and continued on with my poetry. But then I heard a voice in my head. 214, 213, where the heck is 212? Stupid new school. The voice was that of a guy's, and a handsome one at that. Lovely voice. I could fall for that voice anytime. Wait, 212? That's my class! Oh, no.
Just like I thought, the door opened.
To be continued…!
