Disclaimer: I do not own Mutant X or its characters.
A few words from the author: Pardon me if my story's really bad coz I'm new here. Haha. . . Well, juz hope this will be enjoyable. . . =)
She Never Knew
Chapter 1 - Feelings Untold
Jesse's POV
I was practising some moves in the dojo, with her. (Author's note: Oh yea, forgot to say that I have only watched a couple of episodes. Yet I'm getting more and more obsessed with the show. . . Wahaha. . . Kindly tell me if any information's wrong. . . Thanks. . .) As expected, I couldn't concentrate; Couldn't get my hands and legs to coordinate, couldn't slow down the beat of my heart that was pumping away like mad. This isn't the first time I have felt this way whenever she's around. What bothers me most is recently, it has been getting harder and harder for me to hide my nervousness in front of her. Not forgetting the fact that she is a telempathic.
Minutes ago, she had just come up to me and tapped me on the shoulder, asking, "Do you want to train in the dojo together? Shalimar's out and I don't know where Brennan is."
That would mean she had come looking for me last. I thought a little disappointedly. 'And what else do you expect?' An inner voice mocked me. Well, that's true. . . I really shouldn't expect anything else. . . It's good enough that she favours practising with you rather than practicing alone. . .
"Jesse? Would you like to practise with me then?" "Yeah, sure." I replied, pulling myself out of my thoughts, then continuing to wonder whether I had agreed because it was a rare opportunity to be alone with her, or because it was just not like me to reject someone.
She then pulled me along and I allowed myself to lag behind. She knew I was doing it on purpose when I started to shuffle my feet, and she gave my hand a light slap and threw me a look that said don't-be-naughty though she still smiled.
I wasn't doing so bad when I was playing around with her by dragging my feet, but the moment she slapped my hand, all the strong emotions returned. I stared at her lovely face, transfixed. But she turned away without noticing.
Get a grip, Jesse! I yelled silently. Get a grip? That's a good one. It was as good as telling someone who had just lost every single cent in the stock market to stop bawling and get a grip. Just how can I calm down and behave a little more naturally in front of her?
So here I was, training with her in the dojo, enhancing my powers. Was it my imagination, or was I feeling more 'empowered' in her presence?
It was love. Love was the cause of it all. Love made me feel strong, yet weak at the same time.
I clumsily brushed my hand against hers and blurted out a 'sorry'. She smiled in understanding and focused back on her moves.
I loved Emma. I knew I did. But I never told her. . .
A few words from the author: Pardon me if my story's really bad coz I'm new here. Haha. . . Well, juz hope this will be enjoyable. . . =)
She Never Knew
Chapter 1 - Feelings Untold
Jesse's POV
I was practising some moves in the dojo, with her. (Author's note: Oh yea, forgot to say that I have only watched a couple of episodes. Yet I'm getting more and more obsessed with the show. . . Wahaha. . . Kindly tell me if any information's wrong. . . Thanks. . .) As expected, I couldn't concentrate; Couldn't get my hands and legs to coordinate, couldn't slow down the beat of my heart that was pumping away like mad. This isn't the first time I have felt this way whenever she's around. What bothers me most is recently, it has been getting harder and harder for me to hide my nervousness in front of her. Not forgetting the fact that she is a telempathic.
Minutes ago, she had just come up to me and tapped me on the shoulder, asking, "Do you want to train in the dojo together? Shalimar's out and I don't know where Brennan is."
That would mean she had come looking for me last. I thought a little disappointedly. 'And what else do you expect?' An inner voice mocked me. Well, that's true. . . I really shouldn't expect anything else. . . It's good enough that she favours practising with you rather than practicing alone. . .
"Jesse? Would you like to practise with me then?" "Yeah, sure." I replied, pulling myself out of my thoughts, then continuing to wonder whether I had agreed because it was a rare opportunity to be alone with her, or because it was just not like me to reject someone.
She then pulled me along and I allowed myself to lag behind. She knew I was doing it on purpose when I started to shuffle my feet, and she gave my hand a light slap and threw me a look that said don't-be-naughty though she still smiled.
I wasn't doing so bad when I was playing around with her by dragging my feet, but the moment she slapped my hand, all the strong emotions returned. I stared at her lovely face, transfixed. But she turned away without noticing.
Get a grip, Jesse! I yelled silently. Get a grip? That's a good one. It was as good as telling someone who had just lost every single cent in the stock market to stop bawling and get a grip. Just how can I calm down and behave a little more naturally in front of her?
So here I was, training with her in the dojo, enhancing my powers. Was it my imagination, or was I feeling more 'empowered' in her presence?
It was love. Love was the cause of it all. Love made me feel strong, yet weak at the same time.
I clumsily brushed my hand against hers and blurted out a 'sorry'. She smiled in understanding and focused back on her moves.
I loved Emma. I knew I did. But I never told her. . .
