"Freaky idiot," Dan yelled, but turned tail, and followed the yellowish trail out of the cafeteria.
It wasn't until I sat down, that I realized my switches were working again, and my anger fled. A second later, the pain struck and everything went black.
** *
Soft talking brought me out of a dreamless sleep, and i looked around. Under me was a stiff mattress, with white sheets. A white curtain hung from the ceiling, and everything seemed to be white around me. I've died, I figured, and let my head drop back to the pillow. I overused my ability, and it killed me.
"I see you finally woke up," a soft feminine voice sounded, and I looked up to see old Mrs. Stilinski i got that name from the seasonal film TEENWOLF. Asin stiles stilinski), her grey hair tucked neatly into a bun on the back of her head, and her large smock hugging tightly to her massive frame.
"Wh-What happened?" I asked, finding my throat dry. Not dead then, when I realized. Mrs. Stilinski looked nothing like an angel.
"I was hoping you could tell me." Mrs. Stilinski, the campus nurse, was a nice enough woman, I had heard, but this was the first time I'd had to come here. The lights flickered as she spoke, and I wondered if the storm was still going strong outside.
I just shook my head and lay back down. She kept an eye on me for another hour, before releasing me, telling me I should see a doctor when I got the chance.
Leaving her office, I noted that my head no longer hurt, and remembering the look on Richard's face as he ran away brought a smile to my face.
Hopefully I wouldn't have to deal with him again.
Checking my watch, I saw that I had already missed half of my last class of the day, and just decided to go home, and get ready for work tonight.
The drive home took nearly as long as the drive to school this morning, the storm had gotten worse, and I noticed more than a couple cars had slid off the slick road. I took my sweet time, and made it back to my apartment safely.
Walking into my room, I plopped myself down on my bed, and braced myself, before trying to mentally turn off the light. The pain hit me almost immediately, but it was duller than it had been this morning. Either I was getting used to it, or it wasn't as bad.
Better yet, the light had turned off, and I was still conscious.
The power flickered a few more times as I dressed for work, and I wondered if the restaurant would still be open in this storm.
Deciding that I was better safe than sorry, I called my boss. He informed me in no uncertain terms that I was either to show up for work, or I could find a new job. I cursed him soundly, as I trudged through the now forming snow to my car, and even louder as my car slid more than drove down the slippery roads.
I was ten minutes late, when I walked through the door.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Thundered Mikel (Don't call him John Obi ) Scott my boss. He was a big bull of a man, and ran this restaurant with an iron fist.
He was also the owner's son. The lights in the restaurant shone of his shaved head, and I could see he was already in a foul mood.
Looking around, I couldn't understand what his rush was, with the storm blowing outside, the restaurant was mostly empty, but I wasn't about to point that out to him.
Turning to point outside, I opened my mouth to explain, but he cut me off.
"Don't blame the storm. You knew what it was like when you called, and should have left earlier to make up for it. Now get back to the kitchens, and get to work."
All I could do was nod my head, and nearly run back to the kitchens. For a moment I was tempted to use my ability on him, but decided he wasn't worth the headache.
For the next hour, I cooked what few orders came my way, and otherwise kept to myself.
"We're out of juice up front,"
Stephanie, a new waitress, called back.
"It's in the fridge, but make sure you get one out of the freezer to thaw out," I told her.
I saw the brunette take one of the concentrated juice jugs out of the fridge, and take it up front. A few minutes later, she returned and walked into the freezer, only to come out a second later, shivering and empty handed.
"I can't find it in there, and it's freezing!" She walked up to me, rubbing her arms, and asking,
"Can you help me find it, Nick?"
Stephanie was a new waitress, so it was understandable that she wanted help. I followed her back to the freezer, and noticed that she had a pretty nice frame. Her hips were a little wide, but her waist was small, and she had a rather nice walk. Normally, all the cooks see of the waitresses were their faces, and while she was cute enough, she was no Tina.