Everyone was staring at Al. Including me. His sudden change was odd. I couldn't help but wonder whether this was largely because of Dante; he must be voicing his opinions louder than usual. I decided to use the moment of surprise to my advantage.
"I think an apology is in order first, right Makenna?"
"Alright, you first." She replied, quick as a whip. I gritted my teeth.
"Actually I think you might have misunderstood. I meant an apology from you."
She looked at me calculatingly before replying.
"Why should I apologize? I didn't do anything."
"I'm pretty sure that jumping down my throat about who I do or do not fancy is 'doing something'." I replied, annoyed at her short memory. "And I might be wrong here but I'm pretty sure dragging my mother in to the conversation was something too. But you know," I shrugged, "maybe I'm wrong."
"Jumping-- I'm didn't jump down your throat! You jumped down mine, with all that talk about laws when you knew that wasn't what I meant at all!" She cried. What?
"How was I supposed to know? You seemed pretty sincere." It had upset me but I wasn't going to admit that. I thought I'd found a place where people would accept me for me until she'd said that.
"Gay rights, is not my thing. I don't care who should date who, just so long as it's clear. Leaving someone hanging, clamouring for affection they wont receive..." She paused, in thought. "I have some trouble controlling my emotions."
"I can see that. Look, it's not that I'm in to one sex or another it's just that I prefer... getting to know someone. And I don't look at anyone and automatically decide to get with them, unless I'm going to mess around with them. Which I'll admit I've done. And so I wouldn't pick the guys, because I'm not going to mess them around."
"Hmm, alright then. So you do choose. You just didn't want to at that moment." Oh don't start arguing again Makenna. Don't even bother. I'd rather not.
"Well no offence, but I doubt you'd have wanted me to because apparently they're both taken anyway." I looked at them pointedly, mirroring Al's comments.
Makenna grinned and shrugged, seemingly content with the comment.
"Well, that went alright..." Flynn said. "I'm glad the temperature is going to stay regulated now." Makenna frowned and thumped him lightly on the arm. He proceeded to pretend to be mortally wounded. As he lay 'dying' on the floor, Alex leaned across and whispered in my ear.
"A ghost. Al can see dead people." Alex raised an eyebrow, glanced at Al and then shrugged.
"What other powers does everyone have?" She asked, loud enough for even the dying Flynn to hear.
"I have super senses!" He cried, appearing so fast he almost knocked himself out on the rim of the table. Makenna helped him up, explaining her power as she did so. When everyone had repeated their power to Alex, Naomi peered at her.
"What about you?"
Alex clicked her fingers and the flame I was getting used to sprang between them. She developed it in to a ball in her hand and it span there for a while before she blew gently and it disappeared.
Flynn clapped, Al looked... weirdly impressed... in a confident, smirking kind of way that didn't seem normal, and Makenna and Naomi just said 'nice'. Then as Alex was grinning she glanced at me, then slid her eyes over my shoulder.
"Guess who just walked in?" She murmured.
"Our favourite teacher?" I asked.
"Are you still trying to mess with him?" Makenna asked.
"Sure." I grinned.
"You shouldn't you know, it's not fair, and Naomi thinks he hasn't even got powers..."
"Look Makenna, that's all very well but I'm not using powers on him. Just messing. Don't worry. And don't get emotional again. I'd like to not have to watch my back. I don't fancy freezing to death for a practical joke. We're cool now yes?"
"Do you see anyone else shivering? I'm amazed I've had such an effect on you." She was grinning.
"You haven't. It's just I know what it's like, one person uses powers, then another does..." I trailed off leaving it open. Alex nudged me under the table.
"Well, I'll try to regulate, in case you try to shock me. There's no telling what temperature extremes that kind of pain would cause."
I almost glared at her them, but settled for a frown... it reminded me of my mother... the pain... Alex nudged me again.
"What?" I muttered to her.
"He's looking at you."
"Uh huh. Don't worry, he's not looking scared or anything."
"And why would he?" I nudged her.
"Oh you know, generally people are scared of stalkers." She grinned, biting her fork cheekily.
"Should I be scared of you then?"
"Always." She winked.
"I'll keep that in mind." I grinned before turning back to the rest of the table. "Sorry guys, it seems I have to suddenly hurry out of the hall in a flood of emotion. If you'll excuse me." I grabbed my bag and hurried out, doing my best to shield my face from people as I did so. I made it about half way down the corridor before I heard footsteps behind me.
"Eve? Everything okay?" Oliver's voice. I turned round with a 'brave face' on.
"Course it is sir, why wouldn't it be?"
"Are you sure? You looked upset and after I saw you at the lake-"
"-Please sir, I don't want to talk about it. It was... just a bad day. A really bad day." I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at the floor.
"You know you can talk to me if you need to."
"It's nothing, just... you know... family stuff. And friends, I guess."
I shrugged and tried looking anywhere but at him, so he'd think I really didn't want him to see me like this.