I had healed him. Holy hell. I had healed all of his burns. Well, that is definitely a new ability.
Camden had shock written all over his face, “I didn’t know that you could do that.”
“Neither did I,” I replied. “I’ll be right back.”
I walked out of Camden’s room, and went to Storm’s. I knocked on his door. Like he was waiting for me, he opened the door as I was knocking.
“What?” he asked.
“I need to get Iris first,” I said, “And then I need to show you something.”
I knocked on Iris’s door, and she yelled, “Just a minute.” She showed up at the door soon, her air unbound from the complicated braids it was in. She cowered a bit when she saw me.
“Come on, I need to show you something,” I said, turning, and walking back to Camden’s room.
When we walked in Camden was sitting up on the bed, all of his bandages off. All of his burns were gone, healed, smooth skin the only thing left. No scars, nothing like that.
Iris gasped behind me, and Storm walked over to examine him. He shook his head in disbelief.
“Camden is healed,” Storm said, disbelief evident in his voice. “All of the burns are gone, and only the bruises are left. What happened?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I just wanted to heal him, and the next thing I know he was in pain. And then he wasn’t.”
“That’s really odd,” he said.
“I thought fire only destroyed,” I said, “ I never knew that it healed.”
Storm just shrugged and went back to fussing over Camden. So did Iris. I slowly snuck out of the room, not wanting to deal with them anymore.
Dinner was uneventful. Storm, Iris and I ate in silence.
When I went to shower, Storm came in again. It was really annoying because one minute I’m lost in my thoughts, the next Storm is coming in to brush his teeth.
But before he left he said, “Thank you.”
I don’t know why he thanked me.
I went to bed earlier than usual
“When you use your powers, you use your intent, your emotions,” Storm said. “When you healed Camden you wanted to heal because you felt guilty for, literally, blowing up at him. So I think when you try to do something, put some emotion, some intent, into it. Try to make a small flame in your palm.”
I nodded. This was logical. My powers only really surfaced when I had some sort of strong emotion my power surface. Like when I got really angry.
I tried what he was saying to do. I closed my eyes so that I could focus.
Intent. I really want to create this small flame.
Emotion. I imagined a situation where I was angry, and I felt some heat flare up on my palm. I opened my eyes.
I had actually done it. I had finally successfully controlled my power. Internally I was smiling, but I had a blank expression on my face. I always tried to keep my emotions hidden. I wasn’t very good at opening up.
Storm looked satisfied. It had taken me three days to master this one small thing. Hopefully I can advance quicker now that I can do this.
“Now I want you to try to do it on the other hand.” Storm ordered.
I tried, repeating the same process that I did for the first one. I succeeded. Maybe I could help them defeat this Darkness that they kept talking about. Maybe I could master my power.
At dinner Camden came down to join us. He joked around, and tried to include me in the conversation. I just ignored him, I wasn’t in the talking mood.
When I was finished dinner Camden stopped me before I walked off by saying, “ON Sunday we usually have a get together, us three, and I was wondering if you’d like to join us since it’s sort of like team bonding?”
“I’ll think about it,” was my short response.
Camden just nodded his head, and went back to eating. Storm and Iris didn’t look particularly pleased that Camden had asked me if I would join them for this ‘team bonding.’ It was probably more of a ‘we’re-friends-but-we-don’t-hang-out-very-often’ thing.
I walked out of the dining hall and upstairs to my room. I wanted to get a bit of reading done before I shower. I was, maybe, half way through ACOMAF.
Once I got to my room I picked up my book and headed to my window seat.
I read about two chapters before I made my way to the shower.
My closet was slowly filling up, and there was already a weeks worth of clothes, including gym clothes, and pajamas. I picked a tank top, and shorts to change into after my shower.
Storm, as always it seems, walked in to brush his teeth again. He did it quickly, no talking like there had been for the past two days, and quickly left.
I walked back into my room, clean and dressed, and went back to my bed to read before I went to sleep.
It had been hours since I started reading, and I was getting to the steamy part in the book.
I was so turned on that I didn’t notice that I had cupped myself, and I was biting my lip seductively. Just as I was getting to the climax of the scene Storm barged into my room, pissed as hell. He also looked hot as hell, with his messy hair, and sweatpants, no shirt.
I quickly pulled my hand away from myself, and sat up, “The hell are you doing in my room?”
He just answered me with his own question, “What were you just doing?”
I blushed, but said unwaveringly, “None of your business.”
I layed back down, putting my book beside me. He walked towards me menacingly, which turned me on more, and picked up my book from beside me. I blushed even more. If he read what I was reading he could guess what I was doing before he barged in.
I didn’t give any protest as he started reading from where I had left off. He would get suspicious if I protested.
“You were reading this?” he asked abruptly.
“Yes,” I replied, “Why?”
I went back to biting my lip. He looked up from my book, and his gaze went straight to my lips. I kept biting my lip seeing the lustful look in his eyes.
He was still holding my book, so I got up off my bed, held out my hand, asking, “Can I have my book back?”
He took a step towards me, and our breaths mingled. His eyes flickered from my lips to my eyes. He leaned in, but quickly came to his senses. He handed me my book, and stalked from my room. I stood there dumbfounded.
Had he almost kissed me? Had I almost kissed him? I don’t really know.
I shook my head and headed back to my bed. I glanced at the clock, and it was almost 12:30. I set my book to the side, and went to sleep. Still hot and bothered.
I sighed. Tomorrow was going to be awkward.