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(words: 489 also i gave the reader a nickname "Karma")
- Man, you're really diggin' those tactical gloves style. - your friend pointed at your hands. Yeah... The gloves. Turns out you're not only overly sensitive to sounds, but you can summon both fire and ice. And no - you're not fireproof. And the gloves are somehow preventing you from burning yourself.
- Huh? - you lifted the headphones off your ears and looked at him. - I said. You really diggin' those tactical gloves. - Agoti repeated stressing each word. - Ah. Thanks, I guess. - you answered putting them back. You should go back to editing the promotion video but... God. Your whole arms are in so much pain. Yesterday you tried calming yourself down with your top choice music, and it was the day your "powers" manifested, resulting in slight burns on your limbs. Now hope no one would notice your struggles. Keeping your forearms on the desk hurts, lifting them up too...
You cringed in pain when someone leaned on you, you almost made a quiet squeak. Or was it louder? You can't tell; the headphones are an amazing sound insulator. You took a look around - everyone was staring at you, even the person - Solazar - previously leaning on you. You took off your gear.
- You alright, kid? - he kneeled next to your desk, piercing your soul with the careful gaze. - Yeah, I'm fine. - you turned back, covering the obvious lie, that you are, in fact, in almost crippling pain. - Karma, what happened. - Tabi quickly moved to your workspace, blocking the keyboard with his arm, looking straight into your eyes.
Your heart races; you are cornered with no way to run and keep lying. But how to tell them the truth?
- Karma. What happened, kid? - Solazar brushed your back. You're biting your cheeks, your brain empty but full of doubts at the same time.
They are your friends, they will understand, right? You can tell them everything. Hell, Tabi saw your meltdown one time and helped you get through it. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.
- You know, my senses are oversensitive, right? - you started; voice stuck in your throat. - Well-- uh. I may be able to-- - you took another short break to inhale. Everyone is staring at you - Tabi, Agoti, and Solazar.
- I summoned the fire and ice. Out of my hands while listening to something, and this burned my arms. - you spitted out as quickly as you can and tightly squished your arms to the chest.
Seems like the time froze, and everything went completely mute.
- You need to get to the doctor. Now. - Solazar stood up. - If you wish, the boys can go with us.
You nodded, turned the computer to the hibernate state, and got up. You walk close to the Solazar, still squishing arms to the chest.
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Ah, High School. You - a sophomore, Tabi and his friend - seniors. Your trio is inseparable.
This means, if some shit happens, you are the first to blame. No matter if it really was your fault or some jealous jerk decided to put you in all the trouble.
And that's exactly what happened this time...
- It wasn't us! - you cried out while walking to the principal's office. - We were nowhere near the locker room! - Tell that story to Mr. Britt. - the teacher said through his teeth. Your trio walks as if to be executed. You all tried to explain that this was not your fault, but the evidence was insufficient, and you were caught walking near the crime scene. The sentence was harsh. A month in detention, you had to clean the mess and your parents have to pay for two broken lockers. This was the end of this day for you. Your parents were called to show up in the school after the classes finished.
- Man... My mom's gonna kill me. - you said out loud, hopeless. - Same... She's gonna ground me for the rest of my life. - claimed Tabi hiding his face in his palms. - Yeaaah, I don't fucking care. - said his friend, Agoti clasping his hands behind his head. - He can do shit. I ain't gonna listen to this old man.
Both of you looked at him in disbelief.
- What? I'm sayin' the truth! Besides, what's he gonna tell the crowds? - he just shrugged. As far as you were concerned, he was telling the facts. His music carrier started to reach its peak. And Tabi? His girlfriend was the DAUGHTER of famous a rock star. And he also was doing some work in that field. You felt like a third wheel... You were just a simple human being, riding around on your father's motorcycle. Constantly bruised arms, legs, and torso... Nowhere near as famous as your friends.
Finally, your executioners' arrived. All at once. Your mother hasn't even looked at you...
The most awkward silence in your entire life. You were sitting in front of the principal's office, stressed and scared. Finally, your and Tabi's parents' left the office and walked quickly to the door. You both looked at each other and got up simultaneously. You wanted to leave, but someone caught you by your shoulders. You both stopped immediately and shyly turned around.
- You both. Come with me. - person spoke. He has... a blue flame instead of the head. And rectangular glasses. This was Agoti's adoptive father, Solazar.
All three of you followed him outside to his vehicle. Agoti's sitting at the front, you and Tabi at the back.
- I'm going to give you two a ride home. - he said fastening his seat belt and taking off slowly. - I expected everything from you. But this? - he said looking at the road. - It wasn't us! We are innocent. - Tabi cried out. You heard a loud sigh. - I will help you and pay for the damage. If you do something for me. - Uh-huh. There we go. - replied Agoti slouching into the seat. Both you and Tabi looked at the man with questioning faces. - First you, Tabi. I heard your skills, you will help me with perfecting records.
You saw him silently agreeing.
- And you, what's your name? - he asked looking at you in the rear mirror. - It's "Y/N" sir. - you mumbled. - Perfect. What can you do? - he said it is a perfect time, as you got stuck in a traffic jam. - I dunno sir... I can draw a little. And maybe edit some photos... - you said nervously squeezing the sleeve of your jacket. - Drawing, huh. You're doing concept art or just sketching? - he asked turning around in his seat. - Uh... Both, I guess sir. Sometimes digital sketches if I lay my hands on any tablet. - you said even more timidly. You saw him smile and turning back to the steering wheel. - Then you will make covers. For a month, I will do everything to force Mr. Britt to let you "work" for me. - he said taking off again. Traffic loosens a lot and Solazar could quickly drop you off at your house...
It will be a loong month for you...
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