I’m Feeling Depressed
Hefzy carried on kissing him like if it was the last thing she was going to do in her existence. Her tongue twirled around with his, exploring every single inch of his mouth, pressing herself against his body; as if that was physically possible. The feeling of the tightness on his pants was certainly something new for her; which didn’t really bother her; more likely, Hefzy was enjoying it.
During her life, a lot of men went to see her looking for pleasure; and most of the times she gave it to them, it was her reason for living after all, wasn’t it? But she never really had to touch them; a smile, a look would do good enough to make them touch the heaven, no need of physical contact; not need of pleasing her in return. And was Dave was currently doing, was something that any man did before; and probably it was going to pass a really long time before she allowed someone else to touch her like that.
Slowly, Hefzy ran her fingers along his collarbone, to finish sliding her hands inside of his tshirt, that was when the sight of other people around them forced her to stop. And just when she was about to pull him straight to her dorm, he spoke. He had to freaking speak. And his words made her groan, quite obviously angry because of them, a mixture of frustration and anger fulfilled her, and this time it was so strong that her brain didn’t take the feeling away. She didn’t do it consciously either.
She didn’t even yell to Sawyer or Dorian when they almost torture her to death, it was not worth it. But someone toying with her emotions like that?…ah no, she was not going to accept that one. For first time since the day they met, actually for first time since she placed a foot on Tate, Hefzy raised her voice, that somehow managed to sound more like a melody than like yelling.
“THAT YOU WHAT? THAT YOU WHAT DAVE? WHO SAYS THAT YOU CAN’T HAVE ME? I FREAKING KISSED YOU, WE WERE MAKING OUT FOR CRY OUT LOUD, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW MANY MEN DID THIS BEFORE YOU? I WILL TELL YOU, ZERO! NULL, CERO, NONE! DO YOU THINK THAT IF YOU COULDN’T HAVE ME I WOULD LET YOU GET THAT FUCKING CLOSE?!!!!”
Dave was shocked back to reality when Hefzy raised her voice to him. It wasn’t the loudest voice he had ever heard, barely loud enough to be considered shouting, but the sound resonated through him like nothing else ever had. The power, the raw emotion behind the words she spoke made him recoil as though he had been hit.
It was wrong. The sound coming from her wasn’t right, it wasn’t who she was. Dave never wanted to hear anything like that sound again, the anger and frustration, the hurt that weighed down every syllable. It was painful to hear, it was painful to feel the harsh emotions that did not belong there. It was painful to know that the emotions that were so out of place with her, the bitter anger he felt emanating from her, was caused by him.
“I don’t…” His voice was quiet and horse, suddenly feeling small despite the fact that he physically towered over the girl. Although he felt her anger flowing through him, it only fueled his self-loathing, making him shrink into himself. He noticed the distance that had grown between them in the past few moments, like a gaping chasm had forced them apart. The passion that held them together just seconds earlier seemed like a distant memory, replaced by the anger that pulled them apart. He wasn’t even aware of the crowd they had attracted.
Dave cleared his throat. “Hefzy, I don’t want it to be like this. It’s…” he ran his hand through his hair, trying to find the right words. “It’s not that I can’t have you or that I don’t want you. It’s just-” Dave groaned. How could he possibly explain something he could never even explain to himself? “I want to be close to you, Hefzy, but not in that way. I want to be friends with you. Physical things are… Complicated.”
The words fell flat and sounded fake, but he really did not mean them to. He could barely deal with friendships and the emotions involved in that, let alone anything more. He couldn’t handle the wild change in emotions. It made him feel powerless, weak, unable to do anything other than bear witness.
I’m Feeling Depressed
Nobody could honestly tell that his reaction was something that caught her by surprise; it was almost something logical for him to do that; but truth to be told, with all his rules and his avoiding Hefzy as much as you can attitude, it was not something she was exactly looking forwards.
With a shrug, Hefzy kissed him back, actually kissed him back, she didn’t even care if her power was working or not, if he was going to break his own rules; at least he was going to make it worth it. Hefzy nibbled on his bottom lip playfully, allowing her tongue to run along the line between his lips, not even sliding it inside of his mouth, just teasing, as always, and followed him, playing…winning his own game.
When Dave pulled away, Hefzy groaned, clearly unpleased by the fact, and followed him without think it twice. Almost like if she had some kind of authority over him now, Hefzy grabbed his hand and pulled him back to her arms, kissing him again, just to bite him afterwards, as hard as she could without actually hurting him “Would you please quit running away from yourself, and from me? G*d knows i won’t follow the next time”
When Hefzy came after him, he couldn’t resist. Although his physical strength could probably overpower her, get away if her really wanted to. But her touch was enough to stop him in his tracks. It was as if she had complete control over his body and he had no say in the matter at all.
She kissed him again and his body responded immediately. He kissed her back, hot, wet, red mouths pressed together. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his mind clouded over with lust until he almost couldn’t hear the voice of reason, the voice telling him No… His lips parted, allowing her entry, their tongues dancing together. He could feel his length growing, pressed this close to Hefzy there was no doubt that she would feel it too.
They broke apart, Hefzy whispering to him “Quit running away… I won’t follow you the next time…” Dave closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
“I want you,” he whispered, barely loud enough to hear. “I want you, but I can’t have you.”
I’m Feeling Depressed
Hefzy giggled at his heart beating like if it wanted to literally get out of his chest,and nibbled even harder, brushing her lips against his skin every now and then, just for fun; but her good mood was gone as soon as his fingers were wrapped around her arm, hurting her. Hefzy was incapable of feeling physical pain, that one was truth; but she knew exactly when his strength was more than the necessary. She would not need to feel pleasure if there was no physical pain to cover; and when a rush of endorphins fulfilled her body (not exactly because she made it happen at will), Hefzy knew that he was not being a gentleman at all.
Her eyes travelled from his eyes straight to her arm, where the marks of his fingers were even more visible by the second, and from where he was not letting go “He does not mean any harm…he does not mean any harm, he does not mean any harm” Hefzy kept telling herself; but that was exactly the kind of situations her parents warned her about since she was a kid. The kind of situations that forced her to train self defence, the ones that forced her to learn how to fight. And her reaction at this was almost automatic for them, if it was not her Dave the one doing that, the poor man would already be on the floor begging for his life.
“You are hurting me” Her usually soft voice was now harsh, and her teasing eyes were now warning, he could have kissed her, he could have even carried her to his dorm and she would have giggled all the same, but hurting her, was a limit that she was not going to allow him to cross. Without further words, Hefzy wrapped her hand over his, and with unbelievable strength for someone that looked so fragile, set herself free form his hold. Once more, Hefzy wrapped her arms around his neck pulling herself close to him to the point that she could feel his breath against her face, but it wasn’t a tease any longer. She glared at him just to repeat his word almost against his lips: “Don’t”
He felt her mood change fairly dramatically after he grabbed her. It wasn’t like the sadness he felt before, it was different, more concentrated and fierce. The pleasure that emanated from Hefzy was now mixed with danger, which only excited his body more and strengthened his own desire for her.
She got free of his grip and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, her lips ghosting over his. He looked into her eyes, feeling the silent warning she was sending him. But his mind had no control of his body anymore.
“Don’t,” she had whispered, echoing his own words back to him. That was all he needed; the straw that broke the camels back. In one swift, fluid movement, he closed the distance between them. Folding his arms around her waist, he pulled her close as his lips crashed onto hers. His lips worked hungrily against hers, like someone who hadn’t eaten in years.
It took about 5 seconds for his mind to kick into gear and he immediately jumped back. Gasping for breath, he took two big steps away and ran his hand through his hair. He kept his eyes trained on the ground, not trusting himself enough to look her in the eye.
“I… I am so sorry,” he said, taking another step back. “I didn’t… God, I’m sorry… I have to… Go… Sorry..” He turned, walking away as quickly as his body would let him.
I finished “Of Mice and Men”
That is if you believe powers are truly randomized. It is merely a theory, but I believe many powers surface to help the user adapt to their environment. If people are evolving to adapt to their surroundings, then I would believe that they would have an upper hand to those who make their surroundings adapt to them. Now we are wandering into theoretics though.
I wouldn’t say that mutants are entirely randomized, as any favorable mutation usually appears through the process of natural selection and years of error in DNA coding, or at least that’s what I’ve read. Favorable mutations have an increased chance of survival, but then aren’t we assuming that our own mutations are favorable? How do we know we’re not on a path of self destruction? Not all mutations are favorable.
I’m Feeling Depressed
Hefzy nodded her head smiling “Yes, food, i am hungry” Inside of her head, Hefzy had been looking for a hole in the rule since she promised not to kiss him well, actually she promised that her lips were not going to touch his skin, she never said anything about her teeth, right? right.
She frowned playfully and bit her lower lip, narrowing her eyes slightly to stare at him, which in fact, resulted in a somewhat funny face “And being hungry is not good, because if you don’t feed me soon enough, i am afraid that im going to be in the need of eating you” Her words were innocent, as innocent as any other word coming from her mouth. Ironically enough, most of the times Hefzy didn’t really understand the effect that she had on other people, especially if they were of the male gender.
Thoughtless she got closer to him once more; laughing, and barely able to catch her breath in order to speak “just like this” Still laughing, she nibbled on his neck playfully, not hard enough to hurt, but indeed hard enough to leave a tinny mark of her teeth on his neck’s skin. It was just visible if you stared carefully though.
Dave watched as Hefzy pouted and bit her lip, feeling something in the pit of his stomach clench. He laughed awkwardly at her words, knowing she meant them innocently. At least, his brain knew they were innocent, but his body was getting a different message entirely.
His breath hitched as she leaned in close and whispered into his ear. His mind was telling him to run while his body was saying… No, he told himself. But he couldn’t move, frozen on the spot.
Then her teeth were on his neck, nibbling softly. He felt heat pulsating through him and his heartbeat was so loud it was impossible that Hefzy would not be able to hear it. His mind was suddenly flooded with images, ideas of where this could go, visions of what his body wanted.
He grabbed her arm and held it tight, to the point where it would probably bruise. “Don’t,” he said in a low voice through gritted teeth. His voice was so low it sounded like a growl, his eyes trained straight ahead and his body shaking from the effort of restraining himself.
I finished “Of Mice and Men”
It is not that I believe we will kill them off with our bare hands. It is simply the way life progresses. Do you see Neanderthals walking the streets? Humans took their place, as will mutants take the place of humans. It is not a matter of surrender, it is a matter of science. The lesser evolved will die to make way for their higher evolved kin.
This process of nature usually takes place when the mutation is favourable to the habitat that those beings are in. Humans these days do not adapt to their environment, but rather make their environment adapt to them. I have no doubt that humans will eventually find their existence threatened, but at this stage it is more likely to be something of their own doing rather than another species overtaking them.
I’m Feeling Depressed
“Well, my little hulk, i am not sure if you would have gotten green with envy, but if you don’t mind me bragging, i have to say that i own a fair amount of books, and i’m proud about it” Hefzy laughed and rolled her eyes calling him with his finger, obviously waiting for him to get closer. Once she made sure that nobody around was listening she draw herself even closer to him and whispered on his ear, just loud enough for him to hear “My family may or my not be the owner of a great collection of old books, and by old books i mean longer than 2000 years old documents” Placing her fingers over his lips she imitated his previous gesture “but shhh, it is a secret”
The thought of being able to spend a little longer of her day with him, made her happy, happy enough to clap a little, just like a five years old girl when her parents arrived with a new puppy or something like that. “Does that mean that we can go for an ice cream or something? yes?” Without think it twice, Hefzy basically threw herself over him, wrapping her arms around his neck into an embrace. It didn’t last long though, just as fast as she hugged him, Hefzy pulled away.
Dave smiled as Hefzy swore him to secrecy. He was definitely jealous of the riches of information her family had, but was more the sharing of silly little secrets that excited Dave. He rarely got close to people, he’d almost forgotten how nice it was to have close friends.
He grinned again when Hefzy began clapping in excitement, but froze when she launched towards him to hug him. The hug was over before he could react or even think about reacting. He looked down at her and felt his cheeks going red, thankful that the blood was not choosing to flow elsewhere.
“So… did you want to get something to eat or…?”
I’m Feeling Depressed
“I also have a copy of 1984” She replied smiling, but stopped herself almost before finishing her sentence, to correct herself “well, i had a copy of 1984. Or have…i mean…back in home. I had to leave a great part of my books in home, because well, it was pointless to bring them all if i am not going to stay for a long time here anyway”
Hefzy sighed almost with sadness regarding the popularity of books among average people “It is truth, i mean, is not like if i was there to witness his popularity since he was dead way before i took my first breath in this world, but yeah, im aware. It is sad don’t you think? As one of my fathers said, everybody is wise on their own opinion, especially now days, and not a lot of people stop a minute to see what other people had to say before them. Even in novels or apparently pointless stories. Of course it depends on who do you read, but most of the times, the purpose of books is more than simple entertainment for a bored rainy afternoon, most of the times you can learn something even from the psycho character or the one whom only says two lines all over the book, you just have to…you know, see what they are trying to tell you”
Whilst she was speaking, her books arrived. The shine on her eyes when she saw them could make anyone think that she was just looking at a bunch of diamonds just for herself, and in some way, that was exactly what she saw. Carefully, she made space for them on here bag pack and introduced them on it, closing it afterwards “Thank you” She said to the guy in front of her and holding Dave’s hand like she was apparently getting used to, as if it was the most natural thing all over the universe, she left the library.
“Do you have something to do?” She asked pouting, clearly not really wanting to let him go, but also not wanting to waste his time only being with her, if there was something better that he could do “because if you don’t we could go for something to eat or, i don’t know, just derp around”
Dave felt something close to sadness as Hefzy talked about the books she left behind. “I’m sorry you couldn’t bring them with you. I’m sure your collection would make me turn green with envy.” Although Dave wasn’t sure whether the slightly sad feeling was his own of from Hefzy, it was not nearly as deep as the feeling he felt emanating from her earlier.
He opened his mouth to ask something, but Hefzy was distracted when her book request was delivered to her. She grabbed the books and then took his hand to lead him out of the library again, his question forgotten when Hefzy’s overwhelming positive aura wrapped around him.
When she stopped and asked him if he had anything he needed to do, he wasn’t entirely sure. Did he have something he needed to do? He couldn’t remember. He shook his head. “I don’t think so, no…”