One of these days I’ve got to learn to shut my mouth. It’s going to get me into some serious shit one day, I swear. Well I suppose even worse than the shit storm I’m already in. What staring death straight in the face.

And by death I mean a hormone intoxicated female teenager I may or may not have riled up. In my defense I didn’t mean to blow up her car it was an accident.

This was the result of another accident that was the result of me opening my mouth. And by opening my mouth I mean making fun of some kid that was over compensating his micro penis by being, pardon the irony, a giant dick.

Like seriously who pushes people off buildings? I’m not the smartest guy around but I’m fairly certain that’s illegal or at least frowned upon. I’m right aren’t I? Or am I bitter because I was the one who got pushed off a building? No it can’t be me. It’s the world that’s wrong. Sound edgy enough? I think so. Ten out of ten would edge lord.

Fair warning I have ADHD in my opinion I’m just fun but whatever man. At least that’s what my doctor said and I don’t mind the extra pocket money selling adderall to the preppy kids in school. Oh don’t give me that crap there’s worse things to sell teenagers.

Like drugs, the belief we can land a good job right out of college, and drugs. Well I guess adderall is a drug but the bad kind of drugs. You know what I mean.

 Sometimes I wish I didn’t think things out loud. I blame it on falling four stories into a car, which was way too pink for anyone sane to drive. That was sure to do a number on my brain cell count.

I mean after hitting a hunk of metal if I let slip a few less than friendly words it should be okay right? I mean I was just pushed off a building so if I call the person driving this pink monstrosity a blonde bimbo out loud I should be able to use my get out of jail free card.

Unfortunately real life isn’t like monopoly where everything is decided by luck. Wait… fuck I don’t even know anymore man, my head fucking hurts. Get off my case. Righty-o, back to topic.

Blonde bimbo I believe it was. Right so this chick with the car is pretty pissed at me. Rightly so, as hideous as it looks I’m sure it cost a pretty penny and daddy was sure to be mad when he finds out.

Am I dick for assuming daddy bought her the car and she didn’t earn the money herself? Probably. Am I wrong? Probably not. I digress, blonde bimbo is staring straight at me with flames in her eyes. I’m sure she has a name, most people do. I just can’t for the life in me remember it.

So we’ll stick with blonde bimbo. I know it might be unfair, maybe she’s actually a swell person but right now I think I’m on her shit list so we’ll go with mutual dislike for now.

So blonde bimbo is staring at me with flames in her eyes. I say this twice because it’s not just for descriptive purposes. I mean she literally has flames in her eyes. I guess that makes her an elemental talent holder.

Which means I’m almost certainly in deep shit cause the way the heat is rising I’m pretty sure she’s fairly strong. Are you curious as to what talent is? Well just read between the line I’m almost certain this isn’t the first story you’ve read on the internet. Holy fucking shit sticks that is a big ass fire ball she’s making.

“Hey I know it might be a little late, but maybe we can talk it out?” please be reasonable lady. That fire ball is melting the pavement around you. Wait why aren’t her clothes burning. If I’m going to die at least let me see some tits before I die.

“I would honestly like to do just that as I would like some answers” Oh wow unexpected.

“Soooooo…..”how do I explain this.

“But you’ve been staring at my chest for a while now” Note to self, try harder not to get caught doing that.

“This might sting” Smiling is not going to make me feel better lady.

“For future reference I didn’t crash into your car on purpose, some douche pushed me off the building” She paused for a second after hearing that.

“Oh do pray tell who said douche is” Dude stop smiling it’s seriously freaking me out right now.

“About say this high, blond hair, overly high opinion of himself, might be over compensating for something” putting my hand slightly above my head and describe… what was his name?

For fuck sakes man I need to get better at this name thing. It’s been over a month since I got transferred into this stupid school I should at least know some names.

“Um… I actually don’t know his name” I should start a list with names on them. I’ll buy a notebook if I get out of this alive.

“No need, I know who you’re talking about. His name is Chaz” She explains as she extinguished the massive fireball. God bless rational women.

“So are you going to incinerate me?” Please don’t, I like life.

“No but I’m going to incinerate that blonde asshole.” Look at that, things work out pretty well for once.

“We’re not done yet, so stay here and wait till I’m back” Or not.

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Not half a second later she shoots up into the air trails of fire behind her. I bet I could run before she comes back. I mean the jock asshat looked pretty strong. It might take a while for them to settle things. From the looks of it, blonde bimbo- Wait that’s not fair she actually listened. Let’s call her blondie for now I suppose.

So blondie looks to be about a class 6 maybe even a class 7 elementalist, while asshat looks to be a class 5 enhancer.

The gap is pretty big but considering asshat is an enhancer he should be able to hold out long enough for me to get the fuck out of here. Even without being an enhancer just being a talent holder makes us a bit more sturdy than a regular human being.

I honestly don’t know what I’m doing here to be honest. This is a fucking combat school. A fucking talent holder combat school. What the actual fuck was I thinking? This is so not worth free college tuition.

Join the academy they said. Get a free ride they said. Meet new people they said. Nobody said anything about enrolling into a school of fucking hormonal super-powered teenagers with self-esteem issues.

I could have gone to a local high school man. They have all of that sans the super powers.

I want to be in a normal school with as close to normal teenagers as possible, but no I had to cheap out and try to get a full ride.

I mean when you think of all the abilities talent holders have you’d think hey maybe some of you will be responsible and maybe use them for the greater good. Unfortunately, real people aren’t like the superheroes in comics or knights in fairy tales.

No, we’re just an amalgamation of greed, lust, avarice, and overall douchery with a sprinkle of decent human being every now and again.

Sweet baby Jesus in your golden fleece diapers deliver me from the hell called high school.

For reference, I’m not some destitute bloke that has to cut corners wherever he can. I’m from an upper-middle-class single parent family that lives a few blocks away from the business sector.

Only 20-minute drive from the beach and downtown. Prime real estate if you ask me. It’s just my mom has this thing about earning my own way. And apparently finding a way around life crippling student loans was part of that.

So when some government dude comes up to me with an offer to pay for college as long as I go to a certain academy I could hardly pass up the offer.

Looking back it was probably a little suspicious that a guy comes up to me with an offer that can magically solve all my future financial issues as soon as I awaken a talent and in hindsight, I should have said no, but in my defense, I’m 16 and lazy.

Before you all start speculating what sort of talent I have and think I’m some super awesome person that shoots lightning from my fingertips or something ridiculously amazing like that I’m going out and say this beforehand. I’m an empath.

Yeah. I know, trust me I fucking know. Literally drew the shit stick on the superpower lottery.

According to the doctor, the same doctor who told me I had ADHD, oh hey that was a pretty big explosion. I’m a class 3 empath.

Meaning I get all the empathic goodies that come with the talent. I can feel other people’s emotions and share my own. And uh… yeah that’s pretty much it. 

I mean if I ever you want someone to feel crippling depression over the simple passage of time I can hook you up yo. Also if you need adderall, I don’t take it.

The only thing mildly impressive about me is the base physical boost I get from being a holder is higher than most because I’m a class 3. Most holders don’t ever make it past class one. You know small things like levitating a dime or maybe mildly better vision.

Class 2 isn’t much better. Class 3 on the other hand, that’s where things start getting interesting. See at class 3 in order for our bodies to house our powers it has to genetically enhance itself so it doesn’t pop like an overinflated balloon animal.

So we all get mildly super strength, endurance, and speed. Yada yada, etcetera etcetera. that's why all class 3 holders get invited to the academy for training. We all have physically enhanced traits. Which I’m super grateful for because of the fact I just got thrown off a building. The enhanced traits part not the thrown off a building part.

“Dude you ok?” I look over to see my cowardly or maybe rational is the more apt term classmate Henry. See Ma told ya I could do it if ya gave me the chance. One out of three on the name game, I’ll take it.  

“I’ve had better days man” Seriously though it has not been a very good day.

“Thanks for having my back against Chaz man”

“Fuck you, you threw me under the bus you dick” Did I mention the reason asshat threw me off the building was because of this guy?

“I thought you had him” This guy is cruisin’ for a bruisin’.

“I’m a class 3 empath he’s a class 5 enhancer. What part of me being chucked off the roof was any indication that I “had” him? How’d you even get away anyways?”

“Lux manipulation, I can turn invisible” The sneaky son of a bitch.

“So why did we pick a fight with him again?” Seriously though why did we fight, my heads kind of fuzzy on that part.

“Well we can’t let him walk all over us the whole year can we? And you did put up a pretty decent fight up until he threw you off the roof”

“You know what would have been great? Some fucking back up like how we planned”

“Well we’re not exactly combat oriented holders are we?”

“It was your bloody idea to fight him jackass!”

“Well calm down man, we’re both okay and I think Chaz is getting his ass beat” Yeah by the same pyromaniac that’s going to immolate me if we don’t get the fuck out of here.

“Fuck, that’s loud” The biggest explosion yet just erupted from the roof.

“Hey how long you’d think Chaz will hold out, I wanna get out of here-“He’s gone. The fucking snake is gone again. I look around and can’t find him anywhere.

“Whatever, I’m out of here” nothing here but scorched pavement and a trashed car, I’m out.

“I thought I told you to wait” C’mon Jesus, just one, just give me one. The melodic voice of a flaming angel rings in my ears.

“Hahaha… yea I was just stretching my legs you know”

“Oh I see, well then why don’t you take a seat and we can continue our conversation” There is literally nothing around but melted pavement and a trashed car. What do you want me to sit on?

“Um, I’m actually pretty late for this thing” Aaaaaand there she goes exuding fire and shit.

“It can wait” Hello floor, how are you today? Good? No? Well better luck next time.

“Then I think introductions are in order. I am Vera Arthus Cromwell, class 7 pyro elementalist, and you?” fuck my life she’s a god damned progenitor.

“I’m Scott Hughes, class 3 empath, please don’t kill me”