Dearan carried a grumpy, annoyed, blush with him for the rest of the day, each time he saw Stephan it just made the embarrassment worse. He avoided actually interacting with Stephan, not that they would interact on a normal day, he didn’t want to embarrass himself more than he already had.

As Dearan boarded the bus to go home, he still wondered, why was his first response lashing out? Was he annoyed that Stephan decided to reach out after going to school together for three years? Was it because Stephan annoyed him, with his popularity, his perfect smile, and his ‘get any girl he wants’ reputation? Was he just in the mood to be a bitch? With a sigh Dearan got off at his stop, leaving his thoughts of Stephan, and the morning, on the bus.

Once Dearan reached his home, he went to the back of the two-story house and checked if the back door key had been returned. To his mild annoyance, but no surprise, there was still no key. Sighing, Dearan imagined a key turning in the lock and heard a familiar click.

He wasted no time strolling through his house, and walked straight to his room, he knew that no one was home anyway. With a deep sigh, he allowed himself to plop onto his extremely soft, foam mattress.

One last deep sigh and Dearan was off to Dreamworld, tonight’s guest star, Stephan, the usual letters and a giant scorpion? Or was it a huge lizard? When he woke up he experienced the same confusion you are feeling right now, with little recollection of the dream. His room was minimalistic, it had a bed, a bookcase, a desk, and a corkboard to hang important things over his desk. So far there were family photos his mom had hung for him, a calendar, and some blasted letters. He had gotten them when he was a Sophomore, they were supposedly confessions of love from someone, but eventually, he found out they were a grade-wide joke. He despised and loved them because he had slowly begun to feel something for the writer in a way he hadn’t felt for someone before, only to find it was probably a group of straight boys fucking with him.

Dearan moved to his desk and began his homework. He had an essay due the next day, he had written it all on paper, and had to type it now. With a sigh, he realized he would never finish it on time unless he could type faster than any normal person could.

With another sigh (we have a lot of sighs in this novel), Dearan stood, and walked over to his printer, imagining his journal pages, fully typed coming out of the printer, and that's what they did.

Dearan flicked his cheek, realizing how lazy he had become, depending on his powers. Sighing, once again, Dearan began handwriting out his math homework, refusing to use his powers to complete all his work.

Dearan thought back to the first time he used his powers. He was four years old, he had imagined a monster in his closet. He had called for his parents to check for him, and much to his parent’s surprise, there was one, which disappeared once he left the room, to sleep in his parents, who didn’t understand what the fuck was going on.

For several years, Dearan thought that his house was haunted, and he could simply tell the future. He stopped bringing up these weird occurrences to his parents, especially after he heard his mother and father speaking of calling scientists about him or putting him up for adoption. Around the age of nine, Dearan realized anything small and physical change to his surroundings he imagined, he could will into effect, as long as he concentrated hard enough, and it wasn’t a large thing.

This meant he could float things, turn locks, and sometimes, if he concentrated hard enough, make something explode.

He had never told anyone except his parents about his powers, for he was too scared of judgment, if his own parents were ever so willing to turn on him, who could he trust? He had also shut down even more after… an incident a few years back.

Why his powers had just appeared still plagued Dearan’s thoughts, he didn’t quite remember being hit with a beam from a failed science experiment, nor was he bitten by a radioactive bug, nor did he come from another planet…