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"Emanuella, Daniel get down here NOW", whilst waiting for them to arrive I pulled out my purse and placed two £5 on the table for their lunch money as I manoeuvred over the kitchen Dad walked in. He attempted to reach for the money, however using my telekinesis I removed the money from his gasp as it retreated into my hands. Dad sighed and grumpily rubbed his face.

"You kno-". He was stopped mid-sentence as Emanuella approached, she planted a kiss on Dad's cheek and then begun pouring herself some cereal, the silence was tranquilising but was broken far too soon.

"I'm going around Kate's, ah also my phone bill is due tomorrow Sade so yeah can you get on to it please", she came to me and took the fiver from my hand. "… thanks, love you."

"Wait". Before I could finish my sentence, she was out of the house with a loud bang of the door.

"I'm going shopping Dad, need to some things before it's time to return back to school" I bent down and whispered in his ear "you need to fix up Dad, do it for Emanuella and Dan if anything" straightening up I took my glasses off and wiped them with the sleeve of my turtle neck and placed them carefully in the case.

xxxx

"Dan I'm leaving, text me if you need anything and be good for God's sake." No response. I walked out of the house and made my way to the bus stop, as I waited for a bus to arrive, my phone started vibrating.

"Hello"

"Sade what the fuck happened, I thought you died or some shit" rolling my eyes, I sighed Sophie had a tendency of being a tad overdramatic.

"I'm still very much alive, got tired and decided to leave sorry for not saying anything before leaving."

For a bit, I zoned out day dreaming about nothing, whilst attempting to listen to Sophie report back to me what occurred after my departure and how Zillah hooked up with two guys and how Peter finally got laid after his six-month mourning period over his ex-boyfriend." "… he asked for your number you know" I coughed and shook my head awakening myself from my daydream.

"Who asked for my number?"

"The drop dead gorgeous American, wow he was something else. If it wasn't for the fact you are my bestfriend I would have probably had him last night." Feeling agitated did he always have this effect on girls?

"You didn't give my number, did you?"

"Of course not, I said if you wanted him to have it he would have gotten it from you. Then he went on a rant about how you guys are meant to be together, he was a bit persistent not gonna lie but yeah I didn't."

"Good." How is he still attempting to pursue him after I explicitly told him to fuck off and stated precisely how I had no interest in him. "Soph do you fancy meeting up? I'll meet you at yours in 30." Before she could response I ended the call and got on the bus that just arrived.

Placing my earphones on, I scrolled through my playlist and started playing Daniel Caesar, who was my latest music obsession.

Xxxx

Pushing the door, I walked in and helped myself to a can of coke from Soph's kitchen. Sophie and I have been bestfriends since we were four years old, we've been together through every stage in our lives. My first crush, getting my first bra and when helping me go the sex clinic to get prescribed the pill when I was ready to start having sex, the holder of my darkest secrets. She was my right hand, my go-to, my home was her home and vice versa.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs. I projected my voice as loud as possible for me to be heard over the noise. Sophie was going through a punk rock/ alternative music period and lately all she's been listening to lately are 'The 1975', 'The Neighbourhood' and 'Bastille'. However, that's not the problem it's the volume in which she listens to them at that's deafening.

"Sophie." Silence. After a big sigh, I made my way up the stairs, slamming the door open to discover Sophie dancing about in her knickers and a crop top with a green slime like texture mask on her face. Grabbing my hand, she drew me in to a slow dance which quickly turned into us frantically screaming and dancing like maniacs. Reaching for the nearest hairbrush I started reciting the lyrics into it as if it was a mike.

"And the walls kept tumbling down, in the city that we loveeeeeeeee" shimmying across the room, I attempted to moonwalk which only resulted in me collapsing on the floor and Sophie laughing like a hyena.

Out of breath. I sat up trying to regain my composure, my breathing ragged. "Go wash your face we have some serious shopping to get done." She stood up and feeling mischievous I slapped her ass which made her yelp and had me on the floor once again. Soph disappeared into the bathroom to get ready leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Hello.

I held my breath. It's him again.

Again, fuck off.

He chuckled slightly which was thrilling. What a way to greet your soulfinder.

Quickly I slammed a door on our bond. I can't do this, this back and forth with him is too dangerous. Laying on Sophie's bed I felt my eyelids getting heavy as soon as I felt myself drifting away into a deep sleep the door was opened and entered Soph.

"Ready to go? We are hitting Oxford Street?" I gently opened my mouth to respond and suggest that we should just stay in and order some food before I could even get a word out of my mouth she yanked my arm to drag me upright down the stairs and let go off me when we got outside to lock the door.

"Oxford Street it is."