The intro
to energy midterm is over. The class is awkwardly sitting around Foster who is
proudly sitting in the rest of the room. Electric red fire rising up from his
shoulders. He is sitting with his legs
crossed but he has a predatory shit eating grin spread across his face. He was
staring at Cynthia who was staring right back, somewhat less than pleased.
She uncrossed
her legs and stood up. “Class dismissed.” She didn’t have to say anything else.
Everyone else in the class scrambled to get their things and quickly vacate the
room. Not a single one of them looking back in Fosters direction. Foster
uncrossed his legs and the fire on his shoulders was snuffed out. He leaned
back assured of himself. Cynthia sat in front of him but further back than
normal. “Well, I guess he felt like talking.”
Foster looked
at his right hand “Not exactly.” He replied.
Cynthia
waved her hand referencing the red flames. “He must have helped you in some
way.” She said.
Foster walked
a red flame up and down the tips of his fingers in the same way that Thompson
had. “I wouldn’t call it helping, it was more of an awakening.” He said closing
his fist and snuffing out the flame. Giving his best attempt at a disarming
smile. “Cynthia, there is nothing to worry about, everything is under control.”
His
overeager assurance pushed her over the line into worry and concern. “Under the
control of what Foster?” She asked while getting to her feet.
Foster
joined her in standing. “This was your idea, remember?” He accused.
Cynthia
turned away from him to grab her bag. “Then I was wrong for sending you to him.”
Foster
held out his hands at his sides. “How can you say that this,” Foster exploded
in full body flame. “Is wrong!”
Cynthia
felt the heat and turned to face him, backing up against the front wall. She glanced at the open classroom door and
Foster brought the fire back under control. She angrily grabbed her back and
walked over to the door.
Foster
killed his flame and grabbed his shoes. “He wants to see you…You know that
right?” He offered.
Cynthia
stopped packing her bag. “He is welcome to see me whenever he likes.” She spat
her answer over her shoulder.
Foster
pulled his second shoe on. “How about tonight? He asked me to pass along an
invite to dinner at his place.”
She
shouldered her bag and turned to face him. “He could have just called me.” She
said.
Foster
shook his head. “Fear of rejection turns every man into a coward.”
Cynthia
moved forward until she was aggressively in Fosters space, and even though he
was taller than she was, she stared him down. “And power turns every man into a
liar.” She growled, leading Foster to look away in submission.
“What
makes you say that?” He asked.
Cynthia moved
to the door. “Dean knows that I would never
turn him away. Therefor you are lying.” She accused.
Foster looked
at his feet. “I thought it was what you wanted to hear.” He admitted.
She left
her reply behind as she walked through the door and out into the hall. “Think
again. Get your head on straight Foster, cause something in you isn’t right.”
