Here is another chapter. I own nothing…
Was it magic or just science? I had always found alchemy as a subject to take an interest in. Alchemy was just the very old study and philosophy of how to change basic substances (such as metals) into other substances. It also studied how substances and how they are changed into other substances were related to magic and astrology.
I could turn this liquid base into something more, and I was along with Jennifer. "Now girls, make this batch into a healing cream," nodding never looking at Medulla, after his shock seeing my smiling face on a Saturday and the new I shoved on him before leaving. It was simply adding a thicker base, but this was never simple as Jennifer her hair up in a messy bun was pouring our base into my agent, the stirring had to be on time everything had to be incorporated in a certain pattern.
I whispered, "So your test come back, ya know so you and Vic can next level?"
Blushing, "Yes, I, of course, don't have anything, but understandable, I was dating Warren and he has every girl hanging on his dick," gaging just amended. "Well, not you,"
"Damn right, you got my smokes?"
Annoyed, "Yes in my bag, about to be finished with stage one, lets jar it up bell is going to ring soon," once the jars are stored in the darkroom behind Medulla's bookcase we are allowed to leave, but I just take the smokes and leave her. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria," her hand just waves me off as I go into the old dusty classroom. I was perched on a desk behind the door on my cell talking to Nikki, a lit smoke rest between my lips when the door opened and two people fell through all over each other.
I was honestly disgusted.
Peace and Kelli, some sidekick in Layla's class, her giggling also was like nails being driven under my skin with a hammer. Taking another drag of my smoke shaking my head, "Well, disturbing. Kelli does Nemo know you fucking this walking std factory?" a silvery sweet tone as they both jumped back knocking grimy supplies over.
Stunned, "Shit, Bexley. This was the first time, I couldn't pass down the chance please don't tell Nemo," pleading with me.
"Look, honey child, you will just be a tiny notch on his belt nothing more. He only loves himself," she bounced fast leaving him red in the face.
Dangerous, he was very dangerous but guess dating Kai has made me more immune to death stares than most people. He seethed, "You just lost me a good time,"
"Oh no…no sexy time…but I was here first," the white smoke whipped in front of him.
He was about the game. "You could take her place," my heart hammered in my chest as I played it off by gaging and flicking my lit cigarette at his hair. Snapping out, "What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?" I would clean my jeans after I bolted from his hidden sex room.
I turned back; he didn't look pleased. "No by the way. I wouldn't fuck you with Becca Faith's pussy," but we both got caught the moment we walked from the room, Mrs. Dickers was giving us a look, but it was smug.
"What were you two kids doing?" she was kinda smiling.
Warren slid a sly smirk onto his face, "What do you think," I saw a few stray students watching.
"You fucking wish, you offered and got shut down. I was in there smoking when the std factory came in trying to pleasure himself, I was leaving after he offered and I vomited at the thought," laughing filled the halls. He was so temperamental, "It was a pity offer,"
"Have you seen Kai, I don't need a pity fuck. But on the other hand, people would pity me for lowering myself to be with you like so many of the female student body here at Sky. Am I in trouble for smoking or not?"
I think she just wanted this over, "Just go to lunch, both of you," I assumed those laughing students had run into the room before us and alerted the rest because all eyes are on us, I just head to Vic who has my lunch and him to his crew. "You turned him down,"
"How the fuck."
"Did you?" Vic waggled his brows.
Snottily, "Of course, in no way am I a notch on his belt. I was smoking when his ass graced me with his undesirable presence," I was eating the food like I thought it was poisoned. Each forkful was tinier that you'd feed a baby and even then I nibbled it, pausing before taking any more. I loathed people staring and even if it was because I acted rudely, it was the fact so many eyes are on me. The room was growing colder and colder as my anxiety was flaring students blowing out wisps of white chilled air. I felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in my abdomen. Tension grew in my face and limbs, my mind replaying the last attack. My breathing became more rapid, shallower. In these moments before my hurricane, I understood the drug addict, the alcoholic... anything to stop the primal surge to flee. Vic was fast to get me the hell from the room. The thoughts are accelerating inside my head. I want them to slow so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will blackout. My heart is hammering inside my chest like it belongs to a rabbit running for its skin. The room spins and I squat on the floor, trying to make everything slow to something my brain and body can cope with. I feel so sick.
Vic his voice breaks through, just whispering and rubbing my back knowing soon enough I would come out of it. I hear Magenta and Jennifer and soon the emotions, the issues pass. "Come on we have gym, we missed Debate but Magenta alerted Powers and she fixed it," it was Vic.
"I've made a fool of myself,"
"Not at all," the shrill voice of Jen hit me.
I was just hanging thirty minutes later, looking down at the goo that waited below. "Vic and Bexley are neck in neck," I was never second place as I kicked out nailing his stomach. "Can only be one," I gasped trying to get a firmer grip as he lost his, his laughter boomed all the way down.
I just flipped upside down using my legs, it was a time of five minutes and my only time out, so here I was just drying my palms and letting my poor arms rest. This basic bitch is a static thinker rather than dynamic. Static is thinking things are either a "0" or a "1" - on or off. Dynamic is seeing the relationships between different concepts, that many are inversely proportional, that as one increases the other decreases as a response. For example, as we increase cooperation we decrease competition or, as we increase sustainability we decrease consumerism. Being so into thought, it took me another minute to see Warren staring at me, "Hey, I owe you for once again opening that trap," he could out hang me any day.
Flipping again letting my arms take my weight yet again, they burned the tension was mounting in the strained muscles. "I'd tell you to go to hell, but I work there and don't want to see your ugly mug every day." It was hurting now my arms ripping from the socket, groaning in protest as I refused to let go.
Minutes ticked by and internally I knew I was fucked, and I wasn't about to go down alone. Leaping as he was goofing off, my body impacted his, "Well since I figured I was going to fall, you might as well join me," he chuckled.
Chuckling, "I can take your weight, in fact, I could pluck you right off and drop you, watch," I dodged the hand. "I know, but best friends with your ex," I did the unthinkable, I tickled the big bad, he dropped faster than Vic, but his small laugh was mean. I dislodged myself from him ensuring I fell far from him for an easy escape. Greenish, yellowish, jiggling, glistening, lumpy porridge-like coagulations all came to me as I touched the sidebar pulling myself over when hands gripped my hips pulling me back in. The room was in full effect dampening everyone's powers so the game was equal for all.
I was getting this goo in places that made me want to die, as I struggled to remove myself from his grasp. "Nope, you are staying put since you thought this be fun," he was joking around but this was horrible, wanted to fuck with him not have his nasty hands on me.
"Let me go, I can't tell which one is worse this goo or you touching me," his face contorted as Boomer boomed. "Peace let her go," with this I am trying to get to the ledge, this wasn't water and easy not to sink to my death. Vic just helped me as globs of whatever this is fell from my body and my hair.
"GAME OVER, SHOWER AND YOU CAN LEAVE!" I hit the bleachers from his power, but now it was like a punch to the gut feeling my powers wash over me. Turning my eyes to Peace, my body, my power react to my desire. The Greenish, yellowish, jiggling, glistening, lumpy porridge-like coagulations swirled up from the pool, his eyes bore into mine. "YOU BITCH,"
"You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing," it slammed around him, only for seconds, but now he was just a blob of goo, he cleaned his mouth and eyes as I strode into the locker room dripping everywhere.
He gets me, I would get him, day in day out.