As curious as I was, after popping the question, James didn't give me any space to ask him for a reason. Was there a cure? There can't be, right?
If there was a cure, or a way, James wouldn't be Blood Eyes, would he?
I took a glimpse at my boyfriend, who was busy burying his nose in one of his dad's old notebooks, cursing the messy handwriting under his breath. A smirk was evident as I watched him read up on whatever was written about my powers.
Apparently, Alexander, James' dad who was the cause of all this, had scribbled some of the different abilities my powers could produce before he began trying them out on his victims.
According to James, all the victims died after a few hours of being tested, their bodies not accustomed to the current jolting through their flesh and blood so there wasn't any proven theory just yet.
They died from massive electrocution, organs slowly burning to a crisp.
I was still worried my body would fail on me but James was persistent when he convinced me that if my powers were going to kill me, they would have already. No one makes it past a week if their body couldn't take the new change.
Well, that's what the brunette said.
"Ken?" the confused voice called, causing my head to snap up. A pair of concerned hazel eyes studied me briefly before he continued, "I called you thrice and all you did was stare at me creepily. Come inside. The others just arrived."
"Oh, sorry." It took me a moment to notice that the notebook was nowhere in sight and that various voices were coming from within the house. I dashed in and literally threw myself onto the couch, where my best friends were sitting. "Hi guys!"
A string of 'oofs' and curses filled the room as I was pushed to the floor. I cringed at the throbbing on my back as I sat up, sulking. James walked right towards me with a grin, pulling my small body onto one of the single seats. He shifted slightly before forcing me to settle on his thighs, like a tiny child.
"What's up?"
Just like that, everyone began chattering away about what had happened after my outburst; they couldn't walk on the water because they could be electrified, James coming in to save the day and enduring the pain of the electricity to grab me off the floor, Brooke stopping by to discuss the price of the damages with the principal, and other stuff I stopped paying attention to.
My eyes felt dry and itchy, distracting me from the entertaining stories of my power surge. I knew they had questions for both of us about what had happened to me, especially since I was fine until a month or so ago, but the urge to gouge my eyes out was overwhelming.
I excused myself and ran to the nearest bathroom, which used to be the one with the crushed mirror. The glass had been replaced, allowing my reflection to bounce off it. My green eyes looked bloodshot. It was then I remembered; I was wearing my green contacts!
Carefully, I peeled them off and flushed them down the toilet, cursing the plastics for making my eyes unbearably itchy. It eventually ebbed away after I squeezed some eye drops on, causing me to look like I was crying.
However, it was then I took a good look at myself. My hair was still streaked with an obvious shade of blue but my eyes had returned to their usual emerald green colour, thankfully. Was my electric blue eyes the result prior to my power surge?
I splashed my face with water, sighing. Since James was teaching me how to control my powers, I won't need to wear those pesky contact lens, do I?
I patted myself dry with some tissues and left the bathroom, returning to seeing my friends all huddling in a circle, whispering under their breaths.
"So, he did?" I grinned at the strained, squeaky voice coming from Carlos, who was so used to speaking at the top of his lungs.
"He's acted pretty weirdly since that time." That came from Logan, speaking from gritted teeth. "Rumours are spreading about outsiders knowing about it."
I leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed with an arched brow. As amusing as the conversation was, I was extremely confused. So much was happening at the moment and I just couldn't grasp onto anything.
The news about Shane, my outburst, James suddenly asking me if I would sacrifice everything for a cure. Then, there's the lingering question about why my boyfriend's long-lost twin was snooping in my house.
Was it a way to lure James into the open?
Adding onto my massive head rush was the fact that my best friends were speaking indirectly about something.
Just what the flying fucks is going on here?
"We should probably talk to Kendall about all this. I mean, he's the main cause of the commotion in Minnesota right now." My redheaded best friend tugged at her hair, leaning backwards. The second her large brown eyes met mine, she gaped. "Oh, hey Ken."
"Oh, don't mind me. Keep on talking," I joked, heading towards the three guys who were cramped on one of the long sofas. I easily slid in between Carlos and James, wriggling til' my back was flat against the cushion. "What were you guys talking about?"
"You," Lucy replied quickly, almost earning a slap across the face from her long-time girlfriend. She held her hands to cover her face as she struggled to correct her sentence. "Whoa, chill! I meant, we're talking about the fact that we know what happened to you!"
"You-!" A cold palm was flattened on my lips, silencing me. I turned to my side to see James shaking his head before removing his hand. "Uh, how do you know?"
"Carlos went running back when he heard you scream and you were thrashing wildly on the floor. When he tried to approach you, he noticed the static in the water so he came running back, forcing us to call James," my brunette genius of a friend explained, glancing at me wearily. "But before we could even dial his number, your boyfriend here already sped past us and ran straight through the electrified water to pick you up. Then he told us to come by in a few hours, so here we are."
"Oh, plus, James told us about your powers," Carlos continued excitedly. Oh dear, he looks like a puppy having been given a bone. His dark brown orbs shone with glee as he rambled on about how cool my powers were and that he would kill for them, a bunch of whatnots coming from the loveable Hispanic.
I stared at him blankly. I could make out the smirk the girlfriends had, along with Logan's fascinated, dopey smile. Instead of focusing on what one of my best friends was saying, I reached out and patted Carlos' head, a confused, forced grin etched to my lips.
Once the short teen stopped blabbing, I asked, "So, you guys are fine with me and my powers?"
When they all nodded, I felt myself lighten. Getting their acceptance was probably one of my hopes ever since the change, even if I hadn't noticed it. "Thank God," I muttered, chuckling slightly from relief. "I thought you'd avoid me for life."
"Oh, please. I pretty much hate you for not trusting us enough," Camille huffed, her face scrunched up as she pretended to sulk. It didn't last though. A few seconds later, we burst into laughter. As the actress wiped the tears pooling at the corners of her eyes, she continued. "Kendall, we're cool with your powers. We're just worried something like- what did James call it? A power surge?- would happen again."
"Guys, don't worry! I'll be fine as long as I control myself."
I stole a glance at the clock and cursed. Remembering the date, I realised that I was going to be late to pick up my baby sister, who I promised to grab dinner with since Mum's doing overtime. I bolted off the couch and grabbed my stuff, apologising to the others for my abrupt departure.
"Gotta take Katie! I'll see you guys at school tomorrow!"
"Dude, we have to leave too. Let's go," Lucy announced, causing all four of them to get up and gather their stuff messily. James, however, remained in his spot, his gaze fixed on his phone. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips turned down to a frown.
As our friends left the house, I approached my oblivious boyfriend and leaned over his shoulder. "Hey, you coming? I'm bringing Katie out for dinner."
James went stiff before he turned, as though just snapping out of a daze. The brunette imitated a goldfish briefly just as I giggled. He rolled his eyes and pecked my lips. "I'll pass. I'm exhausted from saving your plump little ass. And Brooke's cooking."
I scoffed, shoving him lightly. I said my goodbyes and headed out the door, where the rest were waiting, only to be tugged back and smothered with kisses by my chilly boyfriend. I was laughing from the ticklish feeling of his lips, wheezing, "Babe, no! Let go! I'm going to be late to pick Katie up!"
Reluctantly, the pretty boy released me and pressed one last kiss on my neck, patting my butt cheek gently before waving us off.
The whole lot of us started our journey home, filling the evening silence with our loud, obnoxious voices and laughter. Carlos was still pulling dangerous, ridiculous stunts, earning him an earful from his overly conscious boyfriend. Lucy was still the snarky little rocker chick, which got her nothing but a pouting Camille.
It was as though nothing changed.
We parted ways soon enough and, eventually, I was strolling down the sidewalk towards my sister's school. There were two or three students loitering around the front lawn, staring and whispering as I walked past. Their faces wore expressions of shock and awe.
Ignoring them, I walked up to the staircase, leaning against the rails as I waited for Katie. I looked at the time on my phone and sighed. I was about half an hour late and the school was more or less empty by now.
Where was she?
I gave her another ten minutes, dialling her number over and over again. The calls went on unanswered, much to my dismay. I frowned and tried calling her again, receiving the same outcome.
My heart thumped wildly, negative thoughts racing to my head. What if she was kidnapped? What if something bad happened to her?
I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing. Katie's a strong kid. She'll be fine.
"She'll be okay," I mumbled, hoping the words of encouragement could help me out. Katie would appear any moment now, a smug grin lifting her chubby cheeks.
She'll be safe.
A/N: I'm sorry! I hope you still enjoy this :D
I left this & the previous chapters as an ... explanatory chapter. I noticed I started the sequel horribly so I'm struggling to make ends meet. Ugh. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed!
P.s; I kinda noticed I haven't been getting as much reviews as usual but, oh wells. I'm grateful that there are other people reading it. You people are awesome, whether or not you leave a review. SPREADING LOVE EVERYWHERE *chucks it around like confetti
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Chey21 - Oh dear! I hope you're feeling okay then! Can't you and your classmates complain to another teacher? I mean, having P.E under the rain is asking for sickness :\ Oh, & thank you!
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