The Transference

C2

I look away from him as I carry my backpack from the bed and sling it on my shoulder. My eyes roams around the room, giving it one last look because I don't think I'll be coming back here.

My powers work just fine now, I can control them, so there's no point in returning besides why would I want to return to a place where I got my heart broken.

Sighing, I turn around to face Damian, making sure not to meet his eyes because I've been used to seeing his face alive. I'm not sure how I'll handle the void.

"Yeah sure." I clear my throat nervously and rub my hands on my jeans.

"Okay then." His voice is very low, barely getting to me. Damian holds out to me. My eyes burn holes into his palm. Sure he doesn't expect me to take his hand after what he did. "There's nothing to be afraid of, you can trust me."

Yeah right, I fucking can.

Taking one step at time until I reach arms length. "I think I can manage on my own," I reply, hoping he catches the venom in my tone.

"Don't be like that, you know we have go into the portal together." He tries to give me reason why I need to hold his hand but I think I'll pass.

"Why is that?" I ask, meeting his gaze and immediately regret it.

"Please," he pushes his hand forward, "take it."

His walls goes down, showing me his vulnerability but it doesn't stay as his demeanor changes, giving me the cold Damian.

I finally let out the breath I've been holding since I made eye contact and release the hold from my backpack. Proceeding to place my hand on his. His hands are cold unlike my opposite temperature, and I hate the way my body reacts as soon as my hand touched his. Feeling the excitements all over.

Damian squeezes my hand and starts the spell. I keep my head down as the line that passes through life and death are torn. The life portals begins to open. He tightens his hand on mine as the passways begin to clear. We step into the portal and boom, we're home.

This never gets old.

I don't want to close my eyes because I want to see how everything unfolds but somehow it closes itself.

I can feel that we're back home, giving the smell of Jessica's weird cigarette perfume scent. Opening my eyes, I breath in the familiar air and smell of my room. The nostalgic feeling soon pass when I hear moans.

Without removing my hands from Damian's, I turn my head to side slower, hoping and secretly praying that what I'm thinking is not what's happening.

Jessica Cruz-William, butt naked, riding on Nate like a cowgirl, and for your information, Nate is naked too. I'm not even worried about that, at least now I know why she left the Island when she did. This is exactly why I never try Astra project here because after what happened the last time, I knew it was bound to happen again. I'm not hurt that my best friend is getting some action from the guy she loves, but them doing it on my fucking bed is what I have a problem with.

"Seriously," I mutter under my breath, pulling my hand from Damian's hold, who apparently is still gawking at them in surprise like it's his first time seeing naked humans being or is it the activity going on

Jessica freezes on Nate, not knowing what to do, well, I'm damn too angry to find out. I drop my backpack on the floor and walk out of the room, hearing Jessica calling my name.

I don't even know which one upset me most, the fact that Jessica is having sex with Nate on my bed or the fact that she's even having sex at all. I guess this is what happens when you're still overcoming some–