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Control (Pt. 2)

Still Learning the Ropes


Liam just keeps standing there with the silver-plated knife, gripping it and shaking. I have no idea if he is going to attempt to swing it at me or what. Part of my senses is telling me to do a preemptive strike, but another part of me is stopping me because I care. I know that me being supercharged and all, I could easily hurt him.

I decide to take deep breaths.

"Come on in. And put the knife down before you hurt yourself."

"And put down the one thing that helps protect me against you? I think not."

I decide to demonstrate my power and pull my hand towards me, pulling him inside. He tries to swing the knife and me and I grab his wrist and twist his wrist.

We have a stalemate as I'm trying not to break his wrist and he's trying to hold on to the knife.

"How long have you known that I'm a witch?"

"After the party."

I twist his arm even more and he drops the knife, finally.

"Do you want to have a civil chat about this or do you want to continue being stupid?"

I let go of his wrist and he retracts it. He takes a seat on the couch.

"I would like to have a nice discussion. I'm aware that you probably felt like I was an enemy. I didn't mean to. You need to understand."

"After the party I felt extremely drained and I didn't know why. I had to Google so much and scour the web for answers. Do you understand what that's like; not knowing what happened to you?!?" Liam exclaimed.

"Yes. No one in my family told me that I was a witch, I had to figure all of it out on my own. I feel like a freak and one who doesn't have control. I drained you because after I moved, I needed more energy and as soon as possible. You were attractive, smelled good, and you were there. I focused all my excess energy on you and it panned out. I just... didn't expect to drain you that much..."

"You could have killed me! I slept for nearly three days after the party."

"I know. I'm sorry. I needed to drain from you. I was feeling overly exhausted."

"Have you ever been drained before?" he asked.

I was surprised to see what has turned from anger/fear to what appeared to be curiosity.

"Yes. It was junior year, I had my heart broken by some asshole."

"Still pissed about that one, huh?" he chuckled.

"I don't know what you mean." I smirk as I go to my cabinet to pour myself a drink.

"Would you like one?" I asked.

"Sure, it would make up for the arm." He smiles as he grips his wrist.

I pour him vodka and mix with cranberry juice.

"Here you are, it's my favorite drink. Well... second favorite."

I slide the drink over.

"Thank you. I haven't really drank since the party."

"Yeah that makes a lot of sense. You were really hammered and I know that I didn't help with that... the draining I mean," I replied.

"Well, consider us even. You still owe me some explaining. I want to know about your witch side."

"What would you like to know?" I asked.

It's the first time in a long time when a potential partner wanted to know about my witch side. It's complicated and a lot of times most partners are anxious about it. It drove two of my friends off, as for relationships I'm even more wary because I don't want them to get the idea that I get in their head or anything like that. I'm not that powerful anyway.

"Well... you said you discovered it junior year, what was the first spell you did."

"Do you really want to know?" I asked, cautiously.

[Pause]

"Yes. I do," he responded after the pause looking slightly nervous.

"Weather. Thunderstorm spell."

"Really? That's it?"

"Well... I think it was anyway. That was when I had a lot of power and when you're supercharged like that, a lot of times the spells that you do tend to have multiple affects and I'm not fully aware of everything that it entails."

"What do you mean?" 

"Well it's the same as not fully understanding the full meaning of something."

"What was the spell that you did? Verbatim."

"I shouldn't repeat it. I studied it a lot and I think it binds me to the moon three times."

"Oh."

"You sound disappointed..."

"No I just... expected more."

"Well... I could show you if you want. It's better, meditating with a partner."

"Partner, huh?"

"W... well, I didn't mean like that. I just meant like another person."

"I knew what you meant I just figured I'd give you shit."

We ended up talking for a while, it was really nice to be able to talk to someone; especially a potential partner about my religion. I rarely have conversations like that with anyone. 

The next morning, we end up going out for breakfast.

The diner that he chose was really 80s focused. It had neon lights and bright vivid colors that immediately woke you up just as well as the smell of the strong coffee did.

It was nice being the only ones there, it felt peaceful and like a moment I could relive forever. Unfortunately it didn't last long, a group of classmates came and after a few of them witnessed me leaving and the professor getting sick after, they started to come up with some interesting nicknames for me...

"Freak..." I overhear one of them mumble. 

I don't get angry often like I said, emotions fuel our power so it's very important to keep a cool head. So I don't know why it just set me off; perhaps it just triggered a feeling of high school again. I wanted to do something light such as, spill their drinks over them or push their silverware.

Liam overheard too and immediately gave me a look, like he already knew that I was debating doing something. The look relayed something like, "You know if you do something, they're just gonna blame you and it will get worse."

I hate that he's right. I'm not used to not retaliating, I love balance. I decide to instead focus on redirecting and end up twirling the stainless steel knife while we waited for our food. I can't express how excited I was, I don't know when the last time I had pancakes was.

Since I was hungry, I may or may not have gone a little bit overboard. One of the waitresses ended up gossiping with the group of classmates and I overheard them talking about how I'm cursed and a freak, or something along those lines; I just try to block them out.

The knife kept spinning and I ended up lifting it up about 6 inches off the table. I wasn't used to practicing out in the open, just in class here and there when I was the first one there. Liam just ended up staring in awe, which was pretty cool, but then the waitress came with our drinks and saw and I freaked out and dropped the knife.

The loud clatter attracted the group's attention and I got death stares, the waitress seemed to have been swayed to their side so was strongly opinionated that I was cursed or something, so she got ten times less friendly.

"Here," she said, unenthusiastically as she set down our mimosas.

"Thannnkkss," Liam replied with an equally unenthusiastic tone.

"I'm so glad that I'm not going to be sober in a matter of about five minutes," I quipped.

"Jesus, I forget that you're such a lightweight."

"Yeah, it's my liver enzymes or something like that? I don't exactly remember, but at least it makes me a cheap date."

I end up chugging the mimosa and ordering another two. I felt like living brunch to it's fullest potential. Liam attempts to keep up but doesn't have the same enthusiasm when it comes to brunch and orange juice; and the other drinks they had didn't appeal to him as much.

We both end up telling each other funny stories and we just end up in hysterics which doesn't seem to impress the group of classmates that much, fortunately at least for me, I'm too buzzed to care.

The food arrives and I savor every bite of pancake. I practically start drooling when I take the first bite of the rich, gooey, beautiful invention.

"You know, pancakes are underrated. No, scratch that, brunch is underrated." I state as happy as could be while twirling my fork into the dough.

"What? Mimosas and carbs? Best thing ever invented to you right now?"

"Best thing ever invented at all."

I end up scarfing my food down, usually I'm a lot more used to taking my time eating around dates. My family would always be so surprised how fast I could finish food back home, so when I'm out with friends I've learned to eat more paced and steady; drunk me... not so much.

He ends up taking me home, the drive was peaceful, somewhat surreal. The music the whole way was perfect and the temperature in the vehicle made me feel warm from the inside out.

"Thank you for letting me make up for the party. I really appreciate it. It's nice to not have a feeling like I'm being hunted or anything."

"My pleasure. I'm glad I didn't have to stab you."

"Like you could anyway." I added cocky as ever while I exit the car.

The next following weeks seemed relatively as normal as could be. Liam sat next to me in class and his friends gave a few whispers and questioning stares, but despite it all, he continued to sit next to me. I was pleasantly surprised but every day I kept telling myself not to get my hopes up. I know exactly how closet cases are; they're completely fine with everything until you want to make things official, then they run.

"What would my friends say?"

"What would my family think?"

Those two main questions usually grinds any non-official officialness to a halt. When his friends started whispering and staring I was surprised that he didn't stop sitting next to me after that, he probably was just telling his friends that he was messing with me, or that the sex was good. Most likely the first though, most closeted guys don't brag about how good the sex is with another guy.

I kept pondering about why I continued to let him toy with me. Witches have one heart and once someone gets it, we are forever changed. Once broken, it takes forever to heal; a fragile thing. It was more than the sex, it was pure passion. I felt euphoric with him. Every day after class we would hangout and just talk or whatever. It felt nice having a guy as a friend. Back home I used to just have girls as friends because they were non-threatening and I never had to worry about anything happening like developing feelings or anything.

With guys, after a point you start to ponder what a relationship would look like and once you start to think about that, you start to obsess. Well, that's how it is for me anyway.

We end the night by cuddling and I fall asleep on his chest the perfect end to a perfect day.