LS: The Beginning (14 page)

“Are you ready?” I asked.

By this time, I was meters away from her.

“I guess so,” she hesitantly replied.

I ran to meet her. “I have faith in you.” Then I whispered into her ear, “Get ready: close your
eyes.” Again, I dashed to a different end of the field, and I'd already made the
ice obstacles which looked like hurdles spread across the field.

“Catch.”

I tossed the watch to my left while Lisa was standing by
my right. She quickly opened her eyes and caught the watch before it
dropped.
The hurdles didn’t slow her down as I’d expected; she passed over them with ease.

“Now you throw,” I said, running away from Lisa.

Lisa waved her hands, and suddenly rings of fire were all over the field, even though she'd said she had no tricks up her sleeves.

“Just great,” I sighed.

I had to catch the watch wherever she planned
on throwing it, and because I was her teacher, I couldn’t let her beat me at
my own game. Fortunately, I caught it just as Lisa did, but with a different
momentum, and less acrobatic moves. I couldn't deny the fact I enjoyed
hanging out with Sharon, but being with someone who understood
what it was to be me was not only exciting, but stirring.

The time was moving so fast, and so I had to adjourn the game for another day. We had two activities to do before the day ended: watch a movie and
go
bowling. She was a bit skeptical about the first activity.

“You’ll enjoy the movie,” I assured her.

“I guess I’ll give it a try,” she said.

We left the stadium and ran to the nearest cinema. I'd given
her the rules guiding our running supersonically in public. The most
important thing was that we should never allow ourselves be seen. We arrived at the
cinema on foot just like most teenagers, but neither Lisa nor I seemed
bothered about it even though we had cars.

“What movie are we watching?” she asked.

“Any of your choice,” I answered, opening the door to the entrance of the cinema.

“You’re a joker, Steph.” She grinned and walked through. “You said I’d enjoy the movie,
which means you already have a movie in mind.”

“Yeah, I did, but
if you dislike the movie you picked, the fault will be yours for not enjoying
it and not mine.”

“Hmm, nicely done,” she said, nodding.

She carefully chose an action/romantic film for us to watch and I
paid for it. Lisa didn’t want to get any appetizer considering the
money was coming from my pocket, coupled with the fact we wouldn’t eat it.
However, I ignored her demands and bought two packs of popcorn and a slush drink
for each of us. Soon, the movie started and we were seated in farthest seats from the screen
,
close to the projector.

“Your eyes are amazing,” I whispered.

“Thank you. Which ones, the red or hazel?” she asked. Lisa had an
uncanny sense of humor. I really envied that about her.

“Both,” I answered. “Please tell me more about yourself.”

“What would you like to know?” she
asked in a hushed voice.

“Tell me about your life in high school.”

“Hmm,” she began. “I was a very popular girl in
school because
of my academic, sports and social prowess. When I was fifteen I had my first boyfriend and our relationship lasted for almost a year. Also, at that moment I had a best friend who after high school left for
California; it broke my heart to believe she was gone. My happiness returned when I met David during
my first year at college. The rest you pretty much know.” Her mood
changed when she mentioned David; he really had an impact on her. The
water in her eyes trickled down her cheeks but with the strong power of my
blue eyes, they vanished.

“So, you can do that as well?” Lisa asked.

I smiled.

“Yes, I can manipulate and create water. I do recall telling you about it telepathically.”

“I must have forgotten."

“If you say so," I said. "So how many siblings do you have?”

“Just a baby brother, I guess I’ve mentioned him before.”

“Yes, you have, but I was thinking you had more.” I noted as Lisa’s skin
flickered.
Could she ever look unattractive?
I thought. “Your first kiss?”

She took a minute to think. “A college guy I met at a friend’s party.”

“Your best color?”

“Isn’t that obvious? Yellow and red.” She raised her left eyebrow just like Dwayne Johnson. I’d
always wanted to be able to do that but couldn’t.

“I said color, not colors. If you are asked to pick one out of the two colors,
which would it be?”

“Well …" She paused. "I won’t; they complement each other,” she answered, her eyes focused
on the screen.
“What’s yours?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Sky blue and white.” Remembering what she said, I added, “They complement each other.”

She chuckled and I smiled at her. Right then, I realized we had chosen our best colors in
accordance to our unknown powers: how mysterious. All of a sudden, her facial expression changed. I had no doubt in my mind her next question
would be intense.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

I took a deep breath thinking of the right answer to give.
“Sadly, I don’t,” I admitted, and we continued watching the film without any response from Lisa.

It reached a scene in the film where the boyfriend of the actress
overlooked her evil side and swore to be with her forever. Then the strangest, but sweetest thing happened as the scene ended. Lisa
rested her head on my perfectly shaped shoulder. This time I allowed the
tears from her eyes to freely drip down and wet my shirt. She raised her
hazel eyes to look at me or probably draw my attention.
My day couldn’t get any better as she muttered, “I hope you won’t leave because of my abilities.”

Did she know she was talking to me? Was she falling in love with
me? At that very instance I didn’t care which.

I turned to look into her teary eyes. “I won’t,” I assured her.

We watched the rest of the movie in silence, and I began thinking whether she'd
said those touching words because the romance in the movie was at its
climax. However, I really wished she meant it, because I did mean mine.

Striding out of the screen, we bumped into Stacey and her friend, Julie.
I smirked at Stacey and she smiled back. There was nothing I had to say to them
, since they both disliked Lisa.

We continued our walk to the exit of the building, and then Lisa stopped, holding
the edge of the door handle. Her lips began moving:
“I don’t know why Julie and your cousin hate me this much. I think it would
best if we stopped hanging out together.”

Her last words worked me into frenzy, but unlike her, my anger was insignificant. Also, I
was bewildered. She’d earlier said I shouldn’t leave her, now she tells me to
do just that. What a confused girl!

“Please don’t ever think about that again. I got you into this state
and I don’t plan on leaving you alone.”

She probably knew I meant every word, so she changed the topic
to brighten my gloomy mood.
“All right, hope you’re good at bowling?”

By now we had humanly walked to the bowling alley, which wasn’t so
far from the cinema.

“That question’s meant for you,” I said.

"Oh, we'll see then," she replied.

The bowling alley wasn’t new to me because Sharon and I often went there. The
twenty computerized lanes were always kept neat and sparkling. Each lane was high-tech, hyper-fast with bumper tracks. The balls were in a rack directly opposite each lane. Three holes were punctured in each ball, and they were in various sizes, depending on the user’s
hand size. The atmosphere of the bowling alley seemed cozy because of the music that was playing.

Lisa quickly picked up a yellow ball. Glancing at me, she
asked, “May I?”

“Sure. Let's see what you got,” I said.

She stylishly took three steps back, and thrust forward with her fingers placed in the ball. She threw the ball and it rolled straight into the pins, knocking them all. My expectation was confirmed; Lisa played exactly like I did. Our
abilities gave us an edge over most sports and games.

She turned to see my expression.

“That’s amazing,” I commented,
showing my excitement.

“Let’s see if you can top that,” she taunted.

Holding a white ball, I executed her exact move and hit all the pins. The real fun began when she jumped on me to keep me from making
a perfect throw. The feeling of her hot, soft, affectionate body was tremendously soothing as she jumped on me. Her mission was accomplished; the ball
traveled through the side of the lane, escaping all the white pins.

“That’s cheating,” I complained as she returned back to the floor.

It was her turn and I decided to partake in her cheating scheme. As she ran
forward, I carefully conjured ice sticks on the platform where she was to make her short run. To my surprise, it didn’t stop her;
it only slowed her down. However, she missed the throw as I planned.

Her beaming red eyes were the first thing I noticed as she turned back.
I was afraid she was going to set the whole room on fire. And even though I could
run very fast, I knew I’d be too late to calm her down.

“Good one,” she said, melting the obstacles without touching or
looking at them. She grinned and strolled to where I was seated. I was so proud she could control her temper.

Just then, I observed a boy probably around the age of ten, who was surreptitiously watching Lisa and me as we played with our abilities. He stood some meters away from his family, staring at the spots the ice sticks had been.