Chapter 10: Girls Like Guys Who Have Good Skills
Disclaimer because I need a new one: I don't own any phrases from Napoleon Dynamite. My favorite animal is a liger.
So now… (I need to recap because the plots of my two stories kind of melt together like I have a blender in my mind.) Sasha has all his Psychic stuff back because he's happy again, and so does Milla, and Alicia learned her lesson. Yeah. Here's the chapter.
He was back in his dorm, lying on his back on his bed, with his hands behind his head, thinking. He had major insomnia. He wondered if he was going to get any sleep that night. Finally, he got up. It was useless to just lay there. He had experiments.
About five or six sleeping pills later, he was sleeping a dream-filled sleep. He didn't remember any of them in the morning. He got dressed, grabbed his backpack, and headed out his window. Everyone knew that doors were just a formality.
As he entered the pyrokinesis class, he heard the high-pitched voice of Professor Agent Secca. Hey, Sasha! You good now?
He nodded slightly. He had never been that good at telepathic conversations. That was the next course he was planning to take. Then he'd do levitation, although he knew that he'd never be as good as Milla.
Aww. That's so romantic! So she's your girlfriend again? Or just your friend?
He glared at his professor.
One hour later, he was back to boiling water. That was the actual test to pass the class. He was good at it.
At the end of the class, of course, he heard the same voice in his head that he'd heard that morning.
Okay, Sasha. Stay after class and we'll discuss your psychic/academic future."
Finally, something he was interested in.
A minute or two later…
"Okay, Sasha, we both know that you're a really good Pyrokinetic. Maybe even better than some of the students I've pushed ahead before. So, now that you can boil large quantities of water every time you try, you may go ahead to any psychic field you want. We're only a couple weeks in. You're smart enough that I think you'll catch up to any class you want quickly."
"Actually, the class I have in mind…"
Yes, I know.
"I'm hopeless in telepathy."
"Yeah. And? So was I, when I came here. It's like math. You either get it, or you don't. Then, when you do understand it, you see how easily all of the branches fit together."
"Oh."
"Yeah. So, it's your choice, Sasha. Either you can stay here and be bored for the next… What is it? Month? Or you can have me write you a note and go to the mental equivalent of math."
"Umm…" It would be nice, but…
"Okay. Tomorrow, you'll be going to mental math. Wait… It's like… Hehe. Anyway, here. This…"She scrawled something illegible on a slip of paper, "is your ticket in. Hope you get it soon!"
It was a dismissal, and he knew it. Then he remembered.
"Um, professor?"
"Yeah?"
"How do you know Milla?" Surely Milla hadn't taken the course…
"You think she doesn't make sure that absolutely everyone knows her? I thought you were smarter than that, Sasha!"
… So ends the captivating saga of Sasha's struggles to become a pyro! Maybe I'll explain his hatred of tacky lamps in the next chapter. Who knows?