Skye
Roxie greeted us excitedly when we got to my house, I'm glad she's toilet trained so I don't have to let her outside to go to the bathroom all the time. Obviously ima still let her out to play/run and get some exercise though. Dylan washed up in my downstairs bathroom and I went into my upstairs one. As I was washing my hands and face I heard the shower come on downstairs, can't say I blame him for just showering instead of sink washing since he was more blood covered than me. Lucky for him I decided to start keeping a clean bath towel in that bathroom just in case of situations like this occurring. I just continued what I was doing and didn't really notice that he turned the water off. As I took the towel away from drying my face I saw Dylan's reflection in the mirror, he was standing in the bathroom doorway with just a towel around his waist.
I felt my face get warm and looked away saying, "Seriously?"
I heard him chuckle and teasingly reply, "What? I don't have any clean clothes left here, would you rather I have come up here without the towel?"
My face got even redder as I scoffed, "Pf. No. Ew. Fuck you."
I shot a glare at him just for him to say, amused, "I mean I could if you really want me to, it's as simple as dropping this towel."
I closed my eyes and covered my ears and loudly said, "Fuck you for trapping me in my bathroom with no escape and threatening me with your naked ass!"
Despite my ears being covered I heard him laugh and comment, "It wouldn't be my ass you'd see first."
Then I uncovered my ears and opened my eyes to say, "Oh wait." Then teleported to behind him and laughed, "I escaped! Bwahahaha. Anyways here's some fuckin clothes. Now get dressed. Jesus." I teased at the end, giving a playful smirk as I teleported clothes to my hand to throw at him. Dylan playfully rolled his eyes at me and decided to surprise attack me by dropping his towel to get dressed on the spot. "KAY REALLY I DON'T NEED THIS IN MA LIFE DYLAN FOR GOD FUCKIN HELL'S SAKE MAN JESAS. I ALREADY HAD YOUR NAKEDNESS BURNED INTO MY BRAIN, FRICK YOU!" I yelled as I ran downstairs to protect myself, hearing him laugh at me. My face felt like it was on fire as I sat on my couch, waiting for a clothed Dylan to come back downstairs. When he did he had a huge amused smile on his face as he sat next to me.
I glared over at him and stated, "Fuck. You." Then looked back forward, but rested my head on his shoulder so he wouldn't think I actually hate him or am mad at him for that.
"Not my fault you're so fuckin cute when you're flustered." He replied, amusement radiating off him as he rested his head on mine. I snorted and shook my head, getting up to turn my T.V. and Xbox on. We played video games till like one in the morning then went to sleep.
Skip to Monday
Was fun training all weekend with Kelsey and then surprising her at school. Right now I was pretending to be a girl named Jada Miller, and Dylan was here pretending to be Noah Williams. Since I seem to hide Roxie so well I'm testing out changing Dylan's appearance, it's been mildly working but my sister still knew it was us because of him. I need to learn how to use my own blood powers in someone else's body for it to work efficiently I guess. Kelsey's English teacher made the awesome but stupid mistake of making us partners with her and Kat for this dumb project that's literally never going to matter in life. We spent the majority of class discussing why we're here and how I intend to give Kelsey even better training. Instead of taking ceramics I had Spanish, just so I could sort of have my usual classes. I still answered everything better than the teacher could but here I was nice and innocent about it so no one would hate me, I need as many people here to like and trust me as possible so I can take these bitches down even easier. I didn't take Kelsey's science class like I did before hand though. Instead I had foods class because the driggle draggles have that class due to needing to pick something to take, well I would've been in that class if I wasn't busy focusing so hard on changing Dylan's appearance and giving myself a migraine from doing so. When math came around, I had an incredibly. Ridiculously. EXTREMELY hard time not straight up murdering that stupid bitch in front of everyone here just for even looking at Dylan. Would be as easy as using my telekinesis to snap her neck on the spot or copying Carrie and causing a more brutal death, but unfortunately I can't. Kelsey even felt the need to throw balled up paper in my face, giving me flashbacks to kindergarten through to grade six. Then Agatha the cunt made it even harder to resist that murder urge when she tried to kiss him, but the amazing person he is dodged it and hugged her instead. I mean yes I would rather he didn't touch her at all but a hug is hella better than a fricken kiss, at first I didn't know how to react other than feel glad she didn't get to kiss him like she planned. I then waited for Dylan to pretty much be gone before following where he went, flipping my hair as I passed them dumbass driggle draggles. He waited for me outside so not as many people would see us walk together and waited for Kelsey and Drake to catch up. When they did Kelsey burst out laughing, Drake and I joining her.
"What?" Dylan innocently asked.
"Them dodge skills though!" Kelsey exclaimed, continuing to laugh and almost keeling over from it.
Dylan snorted and replied, "Should see when I don't want to be touched at all."
I slowly poked his arm and when he—obviously—didn't move a muscle I muttered, "Damn it..." He chuckled in amusement at me, eyes sparkling as he looked at me. The four of us waited for Kat and Jason to join us, when they did we all had lunch at a burger place we know the bitches wouldn't be caught dead at. Drawing class was peaceful, for me anyways because I just sat zoned out while I drew like always.
After about twenty minutes Kelsey asked, absolutely baffled, "How can you concentrate with this racket!??" I blinked at her and shrugged, going back to drawing. I had made sure no one could see what I was drawing, especially Kelsey since she still doesn't know the art in my house is mine. When I finished I looked at it and felt my heart hurt just from knowing how much pain this drawing was meant to portray. It was kind of a stereotypical drawing of a girl falling back first from a cliff edge with depressing suicidal images surrounding her, her hand reaching out to be saved by nothing. Why would I draw this... and why does my heart hurt so much...? I shook it off and pushed the pain down as I shut my binder and shoved it into my bag.
"Something wrong?" Kelsey asked, looking confused.
"No, just done drawing." I answered smoothly.
"Wow you're done the project already?" She questioned, surprised. Shit... Too bad I don't actually give a fuck.
I blinked and countered, "There was a project?" She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again then sighed. She showed me the sheet for the project we were apparently supposed to do. I stole a piece of blank paper and quickly drew something for the project that's supposed to last over a span of three days, for normal sucky at drawing people anyway. For outrageously gifted people like me it's more like not even three minutes, depending how fast my hand moves. Kelsey looked baffled that I drew so fast as I stated, "There. Done."
"How—....." She started and cut herself off. I shrugged and just sat staring out the window for the remainder of class, which was like fifteen minutes. After school Kelsey agreed it'd be good to see if Alexa would notice if Drake walked me out of the school, make her possibly think I'm like her and hopefully make her trust me a little. So he was walking me out to a block away from school to meet up with Dylan. We ended up walking passed the stupid squad like we hoped, and they definitely stared after us. We had both pretended to make each other laugh in front of them for the same reason as just walking together. Once we could see Dylan I could already tell something was up, I don't think Drake noticed but then again he barely knows Dylan, has barely talked to him, and has zero spy training for picking up hints of change in people's behavior. I squinted ever so slightly at him but hid it while Drake was still here.
As soon as he finally fricken left however, once he was out of earshot I demanded, crossing my arms, "The fuck happened." Dylan stupidly acted baffled and tried to pretend everything was fine, but he should know I don't believe a single bit of that bullshit sandwich. I frowned and raised a brow at him. "Mmhm. Now try telling the truth, or get seriously fucking better at lying to me." I retorted.
He sighed at me and repeated, "Seriously Skye, everything's fine, I don't know why you think it's not." I blinked.
"Kay seriously. Even a fucking zounderkite could figure it out."
"How?" He seriously friggin asked.
"Hmm let's see, first of all you only really call me Skye when the topic is serious. Second, I've been a spy for how many years now? And third, I've fucking known you how goddamn long? Pretty much all of which you have never ever lied to me so uh yeah pretty damn easy to tell that you fucking are. So either you spill and get a way home or continue to fucking lie and find your own fuckin way to your damn house." I growled, glaring at him feeling my ears shift to wolf ones and flattening against my head. Dylan seemed to finally give in and sighed, sounding defeated.
"Nothing happ—" After hearing just that much I knew he was still fucking lying so I teleported myself, and myself only, to my house. Not entirely sure I want to know what happened if he's trying this hard to cover it up, since clearly something did damn well happen if he started off with nothing happened. I went into one of my bigger closets, sat in a corner hugging my knees, reinforcing the reinforcements reinforcements in my head, ensuring he couldn't even in the slightest bit feel what I am. Concomitantly I couldn't feel what he was at all since he clearly didn't want to let me in, so why should I let him back in to lie some more. My walls were up even stronger than ever before, this is what I get for finally opening my heart... He knows I'm a speak your mind person, to an extent... Yet he's sticking to lying to me for whatever reason. Despite that whole stupid "you guys are mates you literally can't be with anyone else" crap, I couldn't help but convince myself that my nightmare from forever ago was coming true and he was sick of me. Found a new bitch to be with instead. I felt warm tears cascading down my cheeks, ending up full blown bawling into my knees. I heard Roxie scratch at the closet door and whine, probably wanting to comfort me or whatever dogs think. I ended up ignoring her and continued to cry into my knees to the point of pure exhaustion, falling asleep.
Dylan's quick P.O.V.
I was on my way to the bathroom during class and on my way out a certain skank stopped and literally trapped me asking, "Where are you going?" In a disgustingly sexual tone.
"Back to class???" I answered a little uneasily.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She questioned, blocking me from trying to get passed. I could've just gone back into the bathroom to get away from her, and if she were to follow I could easily trick her and leave. However... I shouldn't give away spy skills.
"Uh... pretty sure that wouldn't stop you from harassing me but, no." I painfully lied, only for this revenge plot of Quetzal and Kelsey's.
"You gay?" She pressed further, ignoring my comment.
"No." I answered again, less confused as to where she was going with this.
"Then why would you avoid kissing someone as hot as me?" She whispered then made me want to fucking vomit.
"Can I get back to class now? I have a lot of stuff to catch up on, being new here and all." I asked, trying to keep a level voice that didn't tell how fucking bad I wanted to rip her ugly ass head off for what she just did. Thank god she finally let me go. Fuck how am I going to tell Skye...... I mean I'd love to see this bitch die, but if I tell her what happened I don't think I'd live long enough to see it.... I don't want to keep secrets from her, I suck at lying to her, and lying to her means I obliterated her trust...
After school, when I was waiting for her, I had gained some false confidence to tell her... but as soon as I laid eyes on her it dropped dead like my heart. Despite her strong pressing with knowing I'm lying to her I refused to tell the truth, or rather couldn't tell her, out of fear she'd just kill me or our relationship on the spot. Without letting me express how much it's hurting me both keeping this to myself and having to even have had that happen in the first place. Even though I know she stands to defend victims of every type of assault no matter what gender they are, and I know she wouldn't actually literally kill me but... ugh I just can't get the horrible words out...
"Nothing happ—" I started but she wouldn't let me say the rest and teleported away. "Skye—" I pointlessly said to the air where she once was, then grabbed my hair feeling overwhelmed. "FUCK." I shouted in frustration, a tear sliding down my cheek. How do you tell the only one you've ever loved who has severe trust issues that you were forcefully kissed by a bitchy ass slut?
I made a portal to her living room and instantly heard her crying. My heart wrenched in agony as I stood a few feet from where she was, knowing she didn't want anything to do with me. Deliberately keeping me out of her head and heart, not wanting me to know how hurt she is. I reached to place my hand on the door, Roxie scratching and whining for her to open the door to no avail. I pulled my hand back, heart feeling as though it was glass being bashed with a sledge hammer a million times over. I pulled myself away and through a portal to outside my house, painfully glancing one last time at the door before dragging myself through it.