I woke up to the sound of someone gently tapping on my bedroom door. Groaning, I realised that I must have fallen asleep halfway through packing. Snatching a look at my alarm clock, I hurriedly started throwing the remainder of what I needed into my suitcase, before answering the door.

"Come in?" I called out, my back to the door.

When I turned around, expecting to see my parents or hopefully my brother, I was both surprised and relieved.

"David!" I cried, dropping the pair of pink knickers in my hand on the floor and throwing my arms around him, making him blush the same colour as the pants. "You don't know how much it means to me to see you."

David threw me a pleased look, although his face became stricken with concern, once the pink tinge had somewhat faded.

"The same can be said for me, although no offense Alex, but you look awful."

"Thanks." I retorted laughing but, glancing at the mirror in front of me, from the redness of my eyes, I realised that I couldn't disagree. "Tell me about it," I abruptly muttered, walking over to the mirror and gazing at my drained features, tracing the outline of my tired eyes with my fingers. "I feel awful."

Sensing him place his hand supportively on my shoulder, I spun around - only to find myself inches from David's face. As soon as this had happened, I felt my heart rate increase, much to my surprise and, to make matters worse, I blushed. Due to the unfamiliar responses my body was undergoing, I quickly widened the gap between us.

David didn't say anything.

"I missed you so much at school today," he eventually whispered and I desperately tried to lose the awkward heat in my cheeks. "When I heard that you'd left Science, because you were ill and had to go home, I was beside myself with worry, particularly after seeing you badly on edge this morning. What's more," he added, "I failed my Maths test."

I groaned.

Thankfully, my earlier embarrassment had subsided.

"Was it the same test that I'd helped you revise for every single day?"

He nodded.

"Yep, that same wonderful test that both of us found utterly riveting to discuss."

A silence fell between us before I replied.

"Sorry." I finally mumbled.

David chuckled.

"What are you saying sorry for?" he retorted. "It's only a test. I'd rather fail a thousand Maths tests than hear that you were lying, in hospital, in a critical condition. Trust me when I say that, after hearing gossipy horror stories all day, I'm extremely glad that those stories are not true."

I felt my heart heave at his words, before I realised the time had come to break both the good and bad news I had pent up inside of me. Taking his hand in mine, I led him over to my bed, sitting down on the edge, to which he followed suit. All the humour vanished from his face the moment he registered the tension in my frame.

"David," I said slowly, avoiding his piercing gaze. "There's something I have to tell you."

At seeing my nervousness and, at hearing the serious tone in my voice, David threw me a worried and pained expression.

"Please tell me that you haven't killed anyone?" He blurted out, with what looked like fear and horror in his eyes.

As soon as David had made this shocking exclamation, I couldn't help but choke. This was because I was one of the last people on Earth who would have ever thought of committing such a crime. Clearly, even though David knew this, logic and sense had apparently abandoned him.

You nearly did earlier though. This traitorous thought popped into my mind. And the worst part, you were actually enjoying it.

No sooner had the inner voice spoken, I slammed my defences down.

I refused to acknowledge the truth in these words.

"No." I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "No. I'm most definitely have not killed anyone. However, what I'm about to say is seriously life-changing." 

Slowly, I took a deep breath, before I told him what had really happened that morning. I didn't care that I was technically, potentially breaking the rules.

David was my best friend!

"I didn't leave school earlier because I was 'ill'," I explained, my voice shaking. "I left school because something both incredible and insane happened in my Science class."

This time, I looked into his confused gaze.

"I have powers David," I blurted out and, once I had started talking, I couldn't stop, even though David looked at me as if I was crazy. "I have amazing powers, which 'awoke' today and have been passed down in my family from generation to generation. What's more," I added, "these powers mean that I'm able to control the element of water with just my mind. I mean, it's all just so weird and amazing. Can you believe it?" I laughed nervously. "I still can't."

When I had finished my rambling and saw the sudden frightened look in his eyes, I decided there was nothing else I could do but to prove this fact visually and verify that I wasn't mad. Taking the glass of water from my bedside cabinet and placing it on the floor in-between us, I imagined the water dancing around us, swirling underneath our arms and legs and around our separate bodies, before finally leaping over our heads. The water did just that until, despite his increasingly pale complexion, I really did go crazy.

I tested my abilities.

I made the water transform into different types of animals, including a regal lion pretending to roar, as well as seals being chased by killer whales, which used our bodies as pieces of floating ice to duck and dive under. Then, I created different forms of transport, such as an aeroplane, which zoomed over our heads, before landing on a pretend runway, as well as a cruise ship, carrying thousands on an imaginary journey. Finally, I finished with a raven, crying out to its mate, before the two of them flew off into a pretend sunset.

When they had disappeared, I allowed the water to fall once more into the glass. Then, I braced myself for the hardest part – David's reaction. As I met his gaze, my heart fell. His eyes were filled with so many emotions that I simply lost count. Wonder and awe were mixed with terror and shock. Eventually, David stood up, turning his back on me as he shook, his breathing ragged.

He broke our connection.

Much to my agony, the silence between us lengthened, until I could take it no longer.

"David?" I asked, standing up and going to place my hand on his shoulder. "David. Say something?"

As soon as my skin made contact with his shirt, David stiffened, as if he couldn't bear my touch. I felt my heart snap. He took a step forward, causing my hand to slip from his shoulder. Sighing, he turned to meeting my heartbroken eyes with his unreadable ones and ran his hands despairingly through his hair.

"Alex..." his voice was croaky and painfully dry. He tried to cough, licking his lips but even then, he just didn't know what to say. Ultimately, he sighed. "Alex...I...em...I'd better go."

At hearing his words, my heart, which had already suffered a tremendous blow, was further ripped into even more pieces. I realised that my worst fears were rapidly becoming true.

I tried so hard not to cry.

"No!" I whimpered, barring the door with my body, as he made a grab for the handle. "No. You can't go yet. You haven't been here that long and there's food still left over from my birthday, if you're hungry? I even think my Mum's made some awesome non-alcoholic cocktails if you'd like to try one, o...or perhaps we could watch the complete collection of 'Star Wars' movies? I know my mum wouldn't mind you staying over tonight."

My mind was on overload as I rambled on, frantically thinking of any excuse, which would keep him there. As I saw the internal battle David was fighting and the sadness and troubled sentiments in his eyes, I stopped talking, stepping aside to let him pass, which he did.

He barely glanced at me.

David was halfway down the stairs when I called down to him, trying to keep my voice steady as I played, what I hoped would be, my trump card.

"I'm leaving tomorrow to start school at a special academy," I told him. He didn't even turn around. "That means that I won't be at school anymore and possibly, when I eventually graduate, I may never come back."

Although David had carried on walking as I first spoke, I saw him falter at my last words. My emotional blackmail had seemed to work. His shoulders tensed, as well as his hands, which clenched as if he was fighting something.

Please turn around? I prayed silently. Please, please turn around?

Sadly, my prayers weren't answered. Breathing heavily, he walked outside the house, shutting the door behind him with a little more force than was necessary, not once looking back.

Damn you! I mentally screamed, finally allowing myself to give into my emotions. You've stuck with me and comforted me through thick and thin and now, when I need you the most, you turn your back on me and leave. Furthermore, I may never see you again.

Jeese! A second, rational voice entered the internal conversation. Ease up on him a bit. The poor guy has just witnessed something that completely defies logic and belief. That something has come from the girl he has known ever since he was five. Therefore, give him time to mull over and consolidate what he has just seen. Then, when it has sunk in, he may come back to you.

Don't make me laugh, I retorted angrily. Did you even see the look of horror on his face as I transformed the water? Never in my life, since I first met him, has he ever looked at me like that. For that reason, there'll be a fat chance that he will ever come back to me. We're better off without each other.

"Alex." My mother's voice called from the kitchen, shattering my mental argument. "Is it my eyes or has David just left? He wasn't even here five minutes."

I tried to keep myself together as I replied.

"Yeah," I said, my lip trembling. "Yeah. David only popped in to see if I was alright and had to leave because of homework."

I hoped it was a good enough excuse, even though I heard my mother go to reply. I couldn't cope with being on the stairs for much longer. With tears streaming down my face, I ran into my bedroom, slamming my door sharply behind me, causing the ornaments in my room to rattle and slid down the wood the other side. Then, burying my head in my hands, I sobbed. 

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AN:

So much heartache and pain. Jeese...teens are so emotional even if David's reaction is understandable. Alex's news was rather incomprehensible to say the least. What does it mean for the two of them though? Will they see each other again?