Thankfully, Blake and I have very different schedules, the only class we both have at the same time being math. I am able to avoid him for the rest of the day with minimal effort, with the effort increasing at lunch time until I'm so stressed he'll find me that I reside in the girls bathroom. But what will I do for tomorrow, or the day after that? It's unlikely he won't try to approach me after the math class incident.

As I stuff my homework that was sitting in my locker into my bag, I feel that same presence in my mind and start to panic.

'Go away Blake,' I think, trying to hide my worry, then walk away from my locker swiftly and towards the doors to exit the school. I push the door open and turn left, immediately running into Blake, who blocks my path.

"Excuse me." I say steadily as I try to walk around him. He continues to block me, stepping in my way every time I move away.

"I said move." I command forcefully, staring him dead on. He doesn't, and smiles at the small bit of power he has over me.

"I think we should talk." Blake suggests, but he is more commanding me to talk to him. I stare at him for a few seconds, an angry look on my face. His face is emotionless, blank, but I can tell he won't hesitate to hold me down and talk to him.

"Fine." I sigh, and lead us to a private place for us to talk. I hear him following me, his footsteps almost matching mine on the solid pavement. I walk around to the side of the school, where a patch of grass is illuminated by sunny beams. I sit down in the green shards and lean up against the brick wall. Blake sits beside me. We look forward and don't face each other.

Finally, I turn to him. "What do you want?"

He looks at me for a moment, then replies. "You know very well that I'm special. You also know that you're special. But I know you don't know how to be special that well, or at least as well as I do."

I flinch, taken back by that remark. "So what if I'm not as good as you? Why should it matter?" I ask him defensively.

"Because I can teach you." He says, looking me dead in the eye. His stare sends a chill up my spine.

"Well what if I don't want your teaching?" I ask, a sassy tone to my voice. Blake smiles and shakes his head. Suddenly, I can no longer feel the itchy grass beneath me. Looking down, I see that I am levitating, and Blake is starring at me intensely, concentrating.

"Put me down!" I scream at him. He smiles and slowly lets me down, only to drop me when im 5 inches above it. I let out a quiet whimper, mesaging my now bruised bottom.

"Are you sure you don't want my help?" Blake ask menacingly. I stare him down, then nod my head and roll my eyes, accepting the offer, but still scared of the other tricks he could pull on me.

He clasps his hands together and stands up. "Great! Now, let me walk you home amd we can talk more." He offers.

"How do you know that I walk home?" I ask, suspicious.

"Lucky guess. Most people at this school walk anyways since they live in the district." He tells me, shrugging.

I look Blake up and down. For the first time in a while, I feel like I can trust someone, not in a corny way, but with my secret, and therefore my life. Yet, I am afraid of this person I somewhat trust. Picking myself up off the grass, I walk away from the building and start leading the way to my house.

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The school campus is still pretty busy since school only ended 10 minutes ago. Some 10th graders sit against the brick building with computers on their laps, gaming, while a group of 12th grade girls lean against the wall, sharing the gossip they have collected over the day. Blake and I walk side by side and leave the campus, heading straight across and down the street from the school. This is when Blake taps into my head again.

'So, what do you know about telepathy? Like, what can you do?' he ask as we take a right then a quick left.

'I can tap into people. That's it,' I think as we walk along a busy main street. Blake laughs aloud. I glance around us, but no one is walking near us, so no odd looks are pointed at us as Blake laughs at nothing.

'Oh please. I've been able to do that since I was 7. And two years later I could block my thoughts from other telepaths, even though that skill only really came in handy today. And finally, when I was 14, I learned telekinesis,' Blake thinks, mocking my few abilities.

I huff, indignant. 'I got my abilities when I was 7 too. And is telekinesis the thing you did when you picked me off of the ground?' I ask him, curious about his skills.

He smiles. 'You're catching on quick.'

I smile back, proud to make the connection. We wait for a break between the cars then walk into a cut off in the road where little town houses sit side by side. We walk down the street until we're at about the middle, then I stop.

"This is my place," I tell Blake, gesturing to the quaint yellow house in front of us.

"Oh, ok. I'll see you tomorrow then." Blake says. He is about to leave when he turns back around. "Before I go, can I get your number?" he asks. I smile and nod. He passes me his phone and I punch the ten digits in before handing it back and walking up to the house.

"See you tomorrow!" I say and close the door to my house. I walk over to the window and see him walking down the street, away from the school.

'He must live close by,' I think. Shrugging, I walk away from the window to get my bag and begin my homework, feeling safer about sharing my secret with Blake.