"Don't touch me!" Seattle shouted, pushing me away from her. I was taken aback-- no skinny girl the likes of Seattle could push me around that way unless they worked out. Seattle didn't look like she worked out.
Unconsciously, I noticed then that something wasn't quite normal with her. However, it didn't click until much later.
"Are you okay?" I asked. "How's your head?" I realized then that her migraine had been my fault. Out of my anger, I sent my will to her with the most power I've ever used. It took a lot to deny that kind of power. I've never heard of anyone who could resist the normal flow of power, let alone one as powerful as that...
I felt terrible after this realization, and I felt as though I needed to make it up to her.
"Just leave me alone," she replied with a sad and venomous edge to her voice.
"You know, Seattle, I just don't get you. Last hour it seemed as if you were a friend, and now it's like you're someone else. One minute you're letting me in, and then the next you're kicking me out again. Are you bipolar or something?" I shouted without meaning to. "I'm sorry," I continued softer.
"I just would like an explanation."
"And why? Why do you need an explanation? Why does it even matter to you? We just met a few hours ago. We're not friends." she replied viciously.
"Why couldn't we be?" I asked quietly. My question disarmed her, catching her off guard.