The air whipped almost violently around my face as Daniel raced home. Well, not my home, but his. The black asphalt was only a blur beneath his tires and the dotted yellow lines merged into one. I clung to him, scared that I would fall and injure myself. Though I would never admit that to anyone.

Suddenly, everything just stopped and we were in front of--what I assumed was--his house. It was simple and cute. Not a lot of neighbors, but still, homey. It was an off white color with mossy green trim for the gutters, door frame, and window shutters. The roof was aging above the single story house, but it seemed to fit appropriately.

I hopped off, as did he. He led me through the gate where a large black lab was eager to greet us. He pushed the dog back with a boyish smile on his face. We walked through his side yard. The house was on our left and a garage was to the right. He pushed though the garage door and locked his bike in there while I kneeled to the ground and played with the dog.

"I see you've made friends already," he teased, walking out of the garage.

I shot him a dirty look. "What's its name?"

"It is a boy and his name is Dally."

"Hi, Dally," I cooed, scratching the dog's head. He smiled a lopsided doggy smile at me. After a while, Daniel got tired of watching me play with his dog and dragged me inside.

"Is that you, honey?" a sweet voice asked. A lady with blonde hair was turned with her back to us as we stepped through the sliding glass back door. She was cooking something and the kitchen was quite messy from it. Actually, the kitchen, dining room, and living room all looked somewhat messy with papers scattered about and various toys. A little sibling perhaps?

"Yeah," he answered. The lady turned and eyed me with critical brown eyes. At least I dressed fairly decent today. My shirt had poofy long sleeves with cuts to exposed the tops of my shoulders. My marks were covered with make-up. It flowed to my waist as cinching under my breasts. My skirt was a bit short and my Stilettos probably didn't help my case.

"Who's this?" she questioned.

"A friend."

She stared at me warily, but I didn't let my unease show. "Alright, honey."

He quickly took my hand, sending jolts of electricity through me, and led me down the hall and to the left. I surveyed the room. It was pretty neat for a boy's room. An unmade bed laid in the back left corner and a dresser was in the corner across from it. A desk with a laptop on it looked untouched. The floor was spotless. It looked boring.

"Why am I here?" I stood in from of his bed which he sprawled out on. The door was shut and the only other witness in the room was Dally.

"I need to talk to you."

"Then talk, boy."

He sighed heavily and propped himself up into a halfway sitting position with pillows.

"You and I both know you're not normal." I heard his voice, but his lips weren't moving. His dark eyes bored into mine. "Well, neither am I. This is just one of things I can do."

"What else can you do?" I whispered.

"I'm a telepath. Anything to do with the mind, I can basically do."

"So that's how you knew about me seeing that mini explosion at school today?"

"What else do you know about me?" I mumbled pathetically, feeling weak and vulnerable again. I wrapped my arms around myself protectively, trying to build up some kind of strength.

He stood and wrapped his arms around me as well. Surprising both of us, I didn't fight back.

"I know a lot," he answered vaguely, an eerie sadness to his voice. I sniffed, reluctant to accept that someone knows a lot about me.