"Emery I'm sorry," Kurt said for the thirtieth time.
He had teleported to her room, and had been patiently sitting on her bed when she arrived all out of sorts. Purple sparks were flying around her where the air touched her and even more so where her feet touched the ground. She had taken one look at him on her bed, turned around, and walked away. He got up to follow her, considering he had no idea where she would head now, but halfway down the main stairs Kitty caught his arm.
"Come here for a second," she urged.
"But Katzchen," he stammered.
"No buts, I like, need to talk to you."
So he had no choice really but to go with Kitty. Maybe giving Emery a little time would help.
It hadn't.
"Emery," he pleaded, surprised she hadn't attacked him, anyone else, or gone mental like she had last time something like this came up. It seemed she was learning fast how to roll in her emotions and therefore her powers. It had only been two weeks since Emery's arrival, but her progression was quick and painless.
Emery reached for a plate. It was around two o'clock on Sunday, and Emery was starving. She knew where the sandwich supplies were by now and commenced in making herself a bologna sandwich.
"Emery, vhy does it bother you so much? Haven't you seen other guys' minds?"
She dropped the plate she was holding. Kurt's hand caught it before it hit the ground. He placed it onto the counter.
"I have," she said shortly.
"Dann vhy did mine bother you? I don't even know vhat you heard or saw, but I vasn't thinking of anything that bad."
He recalled what he'd been thinking about. Her voice was beautiful; he could listen to her all day. He wanted to kiss those lips, that throat that made such a wonderful sound. He wanted to hear her make sounds of pleasure too. Gott, that must be vhat she freaked out about, Kurt thought.
He pulled out of his thoughts just to catch a glimpse of Emery leaving the kitchen.
"Herr hilf mir," he whispered before following her out the door.
Neither one of them said a word until they were situated on the couch in the living room. Oddly, no one was in there. Emery turned the TV on to the USA channel. Kurt sat cross-legged watching her eat her sandwich and ignore him. When she was done eating, he said:
"Emery, I can't read your mind like you can read mine, you vill need to talk to me about things for me to understand und or help."
She placed the dish on the end-stand and turned to look at Kurt. Well that was a step forward, Kurt thought. She crawled towards him until he was leaning back against the arm of the couch, with her cuddled against his chest. Now he was really confused.
'I can't tell you.'
She was in his brain.
'Why not?'
'It's personal.'
'Personal embarrassing or personal inappropriate?'
'Bit of both.'
'Please tell me?'
An image of a high school flashed through his brain.
"Can you show me?" he asked quietly.
Hearing his voice out loud, so soft and willing to understand, she let her mental barrier down.
~Flashback to three years ago~
Emery stood in from of the bathroom sink, staring into the mirror. A boy stood behind her.
"Do you want a ride home today?" he asked.
Emery was fixing her hair, her skirt.
"No, thanks. I'll catch a ride with Kimi after practice."
"Alright," the boy kissed her cheek. "I'll see you later."
He left the bathroom.
When Emery had made herself presentable again, she exited the bathroom too. She walked down the hall towards her history class. Not that she wanted to go, and not like anyone could force her to go, but she had to uphold her image as the smartest, prettiest, most popular girl in school. She took her seat at the front of the room.
The bell rang and Mr. Dorbstein began his boring lecture on some foreign government's history that she could care less about. Her mind was on the events of the previous period. She had gone so much farther with him than she'd meant to, but it wasn't the first time.
She could hear the people behind her whispering, not caring, if she heard them. They were jealous of her and her boyfriend. That was all it was. Just because she was dating the best looking guy at school it didn't give them the right to insult her.
"No brains. Just body. No wonder Chet is tapping that."
And that's when the feeling struck. Her head and back begin to sear with pain, it built up slowly until her body felt like it was on fire. She screamed. It was only afterwards that she remembered she had though. She clutched at her head as she crumpled to the floor.
"Owww," she whimpered. "It hurts. Make it go away. It hurts so much," she mumbled over and over.
The teacher ran over to help her.
"Don't touch me. Don't touch me. Don't touch me." She was hysterical, and in quite a lot of pain.
Chet, the boy from before, arrived before the nurse. He knelt down beside her, resting his hand on her back and moving her hair out of her eyes. Not that it mattered, because they were clenched shut from pain.
"What's wrong? What hurts? Em, tell me."
Her body rippled. She screamed. Chet scooped her up, and she clawed him.
"Shit," he cursed. "Those are some sharp nails Em."
He carried her towards the nurse's office, meeting the nurse on the way who shot questions at him. He told her what he knew. Placing Emery on one of the beds in the infirmary, Chet knelt down beside her once more.
"Where does it hurt Em, we can't help you if you don't tell us what's wrong."
Chet was always so sweet to her. What did those jealous people know about their relationship anyway?
"My head, my back. Chet… it hurts so much," she whimpered.
Her body rippled again and suddenly her clothes were uncomfortable.
"My clothes, oh my god, get them off me, get them off!" she cried, squirming in pain.
He did as she asked, despite the nurse insisting that he not undress her. He told her off; telling her it wasn't anything he hadn't already seen. She lay curled up naked on the bed, her body pulsing in pain. Ever so slowly, a tail grew from the base of her spine.
"What's going on?" Chet asked backing up. "What's happening to her?"
"I… well I don't know. Maybe she's turning into one of those mutant people," the nurse responded.
Emery's ears began to form. Chet and the nurse simply stared. They ignored her sounds of pain, never moved to aide her.
Her cat-like tail, ears, and nails had emerged fully from her body. She felt numb and sore all at once.
"You're a mutant," Chet said flatly.
"What? No I'm not," Emery said sitting up quickly. She should not have done that; a wave of dizziness hit her full force. "Oh," she murmured raising a hand to her head, her claws subconsciously retracted. There she felt fur, furry ears. Her eyes widened.
"I have ears?"
"And a tail."
Emery felt behind her and then studied her tail in horrified awe.
"I'm a freak."
"You are."
"How did this happen? I don't know how this happened? How is this possible? I was normal last period."
"That was two periods ago and you disgust me. Don't ever come near me again, we're through. I can't be seen with some freak of nature. In fact, I don't ever want to see you or hear your voice ever again Em."
Her eyes became teary. "You still called me Em though. You must still care at least a little."
"I don't. Who could care about a freak like you," he sneered.
And with that the boy who had been her best friend since grade school, and boyfriend since 8th grade, walked out of the infirmary and out of her life.