|Secrets of the Soul
Author: MysteriLuna PM
All Aerith Jasper wants is a normal, perfect life. Not the ability to read people's minds. At least Jade, her best friend who can read auras, knows how she feels. But one day, when Jakob and Edrian King suddenly walk into their lives, they learn that their abilities hold much greater purposes. Purposes that may save the universe. On hiatus.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 24 - Words: 21,195 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 03-18-13 - Published: 08-14-12 - id: 3050526
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Secret of the Soul
"Ow!" I mutter as my earphones are pulled from my ears sharply. I spin around to see Jade, glaring at me with her hazel-blue eyes. She is wearing her black, solid-sequin bird tank top, shredded skinny jeans, glitter zebra skate shoes, teardrop silver earrings, and a multi bangle necklace, all from Rue21, our all-time favorite store. She has long, jet black hair with a thick line of white going down the middle. People say this makes her look like a skunk, but I think it gives her character.
"What?" I ask, turning "Raise Your Glass" off of my blue iPhone4 and tucking it back into my red denim shorts.
"Really? I've been going on about this stupid algebra theory for the last fifteen minutes and you've been listening to P!nk this whole time?" She scoffs and turns back to her math book.
"Oh, we've been on algebra? I finished that in study hall, here." I hand her my denim-covered algebra notebook over to her. She flips it to the right page and begins scribbling down the answers in her black leather notebook with her black-and-white-striped mechanical pencil.
We were sitting under Willow. Willow was this larger-than-life weeping willow that we've been going to since we were seven. It completely blocked us out from the sun in cool shade.
Suddenly, "Highway to Hell" is blasting nearby. Me and Jade spin around quickly, our hair spinning around us. We look down the hill to the road, seeing the silver Mercedes drive by quickly. It is being driven by Nick Sandeal, captian of the Van Dail Vikings hockey team. He is with a few of his hockey teammates and a few other girls, including Ivy Jakobits, the single-most popular girl in school. She has shoulder-length, blondish-brown hair, those forest green eyes that were full of venom like a snake, and her lips are slathered in cherry Kiss Bliss Gloss, the number-one lip gloss company. The minute she sees us sitting on the hill, her lime green halter top that said Green with Envy holding way too tight on her chest, she turned to her friends and caught their attention. "Hey, guys! It's Fade and Casper!" They call out insults, cat calls, and howls like wounded animals. Kenny Bladeris picks up a full Budweiser-bottle, still unopened, and even though he was a good 20 yards down the hill, he manages to throw it not to far away from me. It shatters against the earth, splattering me in disgusting beer that was obviously specially spiked.
Jade's face glows scarlet, her eyes narrowed. She opens her mouth to speak, and shouts a couple of things that were kind of...uh...insulting, you could say. They all drive away, glaring at her in what looks like hatred, but I guess it was just because they are surprised by what she said.
She takes a deep breath, and the blood goes back into her body, not her head. She turns to me. "You OK? Cut or anything?"
"No, I don't think so." I check over my arms and legs to make sure I wasn't cut by any spare glass. "But I smell like beer now."
"No doubt they're on their way to the Asylum." Jade says. The Asylum was the most popular club in town, even if it was so concealed it was down a staircase in an alley. And it was no wonder why is was called Asylum, either. Everything about it was crazy, even the people. I've never been in there, I wouldn't dare, but I've seen plenty of photos on it on 24/Heaven, the most popular social networking website on the entire internet. Every single inch of the floor was covered in so much fog, it actually leaked out of every door. Everything it brightly lit in there, in electric and shocking shades. They have an entire room for all of their alcohol, and they give them all weird names. Like they call gin 'Grin,' and Scotch 'Blotch.' Something tells me they were slurring when they named them. The dance floor is always lit with flashing, crazy lights, and the seat booths are concealed by curtains. The people there are so crazy, it would be normal for them to scream randomly. From the pictures I've seen, no one that goes there has natural-colored hair. You name any color, at least one person at that club has it for their hair color. Aquamarine. Fuchsia. Lawn green. Don't even get me started on their clothes.
"No doubt." I agree. "They're already drunk. Their minds said everything."
"Yeah." Jade agrees. "I wish you could have seen how gray they were."
"Hey, I'll call you in a while, OK?" I say, grabbing my army-style travel bag and slinging it over my shoulder. "I need to go wash off all the beer before it taints."
"Please, do. I can smell you from here." Jade smirks, before giving me out hand-signal. She brings her thumb, index, ring, and little finger into a circle, put brings down her middle finger so that her hand resembles an eye.
I copy her and scurry down the hill. I bet you're confused when I said 'their minds said everything' and when Jade said 'how gray they were.' Well, hey, that's how Aura-reading and Telepathy works.
Because me and Jade aren't normal. We're Gazers.