After Dana walked back to her seat, the entire class was still holding their views on Carl.

"Anyone else want their palm read?" Carl asked, in a semi-threatening tone.

Everyone simultaneously turned their heads after hearing him and from there on, no one looked at Carl in that class again.

(Friday, 12:00 PM)

It was the middle of lunch break, and everyone was in a seat in the cafeteria, eating accompany with their own friends. All but Carl, who had chosen to bring his own lunch to a separate table.

Myron, who usually sat next to Todd during lunch break didn't want to be alone and made the dubious decision to walk to Carl's table. Carl, who halfway saw Myron walking this way, looked at him hastily before resuming eating his baloney sandwich.

"Um, I hope you don't mind me asking you, but-"

"Can you sit with me? Go ahead, just don't talk" Carl replied, never giving Myron a chance to finish.

Myron heard him, and sat down. Still, he was curious enough to contradict what Carl had ordered him to do.

"I know you told me not to talk, and I'm sorry if you hate me now for asking this but what is it that you have against people? I'm just curious" Myron inquired.

Myron thought this was going to become too much of a statement for Carl. Yet as he saw him continue eating his sandwich face down, something told Myron it didn't do any effect.

Not until he finished eating it at least.

"Look Myron, it's not that I hate everyone in this school or anything, it's just-"

Carl made a simple pause that could have lasted for a quarter of a minute. Maybe because of the fact he was trying to find a kinder way of putting it.

"-It's just that I don't want anyone to get used to the idea of having me here."

Carl thought he was getting through to Myron by answering him one question. Especially when he thought it might have been because of that Einstein insult he gave Myron during class. Seconds later, however, he knew one was never enough.

"Why not? Are you going to leave soon or something?" Myron asked.

"Look, this is why I didn't want you to talk! It's bad enough I'm here searching, but I've done more than I wanted to by just telling you one fifth of my plan" Carl said, trying to sound sociable.

Now that Carl mentioned it, Myron now knew there was no use in trying to interrogate him anymore. But he still didn't want to leave his curiosity empty handed.

"Well, can I ask you ONE last question?" Myron asked.

"Okay, but it had better be it and no more" Carl replied, trying to sound grimmer than ever.

Myron made sure to think about it clearer than he previously had. He had to find something that might be enough to spike his interests. Myron then asked after a minute's worth.

"I understand how you're able to read minds and all, and I'm sorry if this is going to sound a bit personal, but why do you only look at people once and not when their talking?"

Carl did seem to take this question as personal indeed from the face he was pulling. But he answered anyways as though trying to surprise Myron.

"By looking at someone just once, I know more than enough about them. If I make eye contact with them for too long, like I'd say ten seconds, I start to see things I'm not supposed to know about, ever! It's like the most personal thoughts anyone could have become my own. Trust me when I say this, it's not anything amazing to be able to see what the person sees, and know more than you'd ever want to know."

Before Carl continued, he looked to his left and to his right side for an obscure reason. Afterwards, he moved his index finger towards Myron, symbolizing to have him listen closely as he was about to whisper.

"Especially when you're greedy and you can't control it because it's almost like a side of its own that controls you. All you'd have to give in return is guilt. That's why I'm better of not looking at anyone when their eyes are open. Is that enough for you?"

Myron's question may have been answered, but his amazement still grew now that he thought about what Carl had told him very well. It was only the thought of no longer being able to interrogate Carl that made Myron struggle to come up with an answer.

"Um, well yeah! That's really quite an interesting scheme, thanks for sharing, I guess" Myron replied, as he took his tray and walked off.

"Whatever" Carl retaliated, and continued eating his sandwich.

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Likewise, here was the other part. And you know what? I realized something: At first I was going to put something inspired by the movie "Hellboy 2: The Golden Army", but after I saw the movie, I figured out I already did! I mean, who knew the princess could read minds by touching people! Quite a coincidence! XD Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!