“What do you mean she can’t say things like that? She didn’t say anything.”
So he’s deaf too, great.
“Yeah, she did. You don’t have to be a dick about it either. She’s tired and just needs to sleep if you would just get out of our way.” Bry is losing patience with him as they have a stare down. I really am too tired for these games right now.
“Brian, I am telling you right now, she did not say a single word out loud. What did you hear? Because the last thing she spoke to me was to ask me what the fuck I wanted, quite rudely I might add.”
I huff out a breath, but I don’t remember saying anything out loud other than that either.
Then again, half the time I say shit I don’t realize around Bry. He just brings it out in me. It couldn’t be more than that. Could it?
“You’re saying I didn’t say anything out loud? You didn’t hear me say that I’m going to seriously kill you, you son of a bitch?” I know I should be angry, but I need to know.
If I didn’t say it out loud, then that could mean so many other things. Could Brian hear my thoughts?
A blush creeps up my neck that I stomp down. No way is this asshole seeing that side of me.
He laughs so loud I’m sure he would draw attention if everyone else wasn’t already in class. Why isn’t he in class?
“I mean, I could totally see it on your face, babe, but no. You didn’t say a damn thing.” He’s still laughing. “Would be hot to see you try, though. I’m faster than you.”
Ugh, I want to throttle him. “You are such a sexist asshole!” I scream into his face.
Whether he’s playing with Bry and I or not, I think it’s something we should figure out alone.
It makes sense. I always had a filter before coming here, I just thought Brian pulled the words out of me because I’m so at ease around him.
It’s going to take some sleep, patience and practice to see if he actually can hear my thoughts, but first I need to fucking sleep.
“Move, Colten. I’m either going to easily pass you, or I’m going to break your fucking nose and then move past. Your choice, babe,” I say the last word sneering at him. “And if you keep insisting on calling me that, your balls are going to get well acquainted with my knee. You know my name. Use it,” I say before pushing him out of the way and yanking the door open.
I don’t even look to see if Bry is following me, but I know he will. I just need to get the fuck out of here and away from him.
Brian
By the time we get to Harleigh’s room, my mind is on overdrive. Could that asshole be onto something? Can I hear things that she’s thinking, or is he just playing us? Either way I think we need to explore it.
If I can hear her thoughts, it’s only some of the time so how does that work? It doesn’t right now. She needs to rest before we even try to tackle this.
It can wait until her brain is clearer, and her anger has dissipated so she’s able to concentrate easier.
“Do you think he was screwing with us? Did I say that out loud?”
I try to look back and see if I can ever remember a time where she’s said something she didn’t mean to and try to remember her lips moving, but I can’t see it. It’s not something I thought I ever needed to pay attention to before.
“I don’t know, but right now isn’t the time to explore it. You need to get some rest and I will be right here with you. When you wake up and are less exhausted and angry, we can experiment if you want?” She nods. “While you get settled, I’m going to shoot off a text to Dad and get him to help us out with some techniques for testing this theory, okay?”
She agrees, already heading over to the bed to undress into her t-shirt and panties, and I try my hardest not to stare at her. Just knowing she’s half naked in the same room is enough on my self-control.
We haven’t really gone any farther than we did that morning in my room. We decided to take it slow and stick to just kissing for a while, but I miss the feel of her against me and on top of me.
I can’t even begin to imagine how incredible being inside her would feel. Not that I have anything other than my hand to compare it to, but people wouldn’t rave about it if it wasn’t incredible.
Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I turn away from her and shoot Dad a text.
Me:
Hey, Dad. Harleigh and I have come across something that we need to test farther, but it’s not something common. I haven’t read much about it or experienced it. Can you help us out?
It doesn’t take him long at all to respond thankfully.
Dad:
Okay, what is it? An ability of hers come out of the woodwork?
I roll my eyes at his choice of wording.
Me:
Maybe? I’m actually not sure if it’s her, me, or something we share together.
My phone rings within a few seconds and it’s him.
“Hey.”
“Alright, what is it. Everything alright?” He sounds gruff as always, but the concern in his voice is there.
Being in the dark about what Harleigh is capable of has him on edge. He knows she’s a good person, but that unknown element has all of us on edge. Her more than anyone, I think.
