The synapses of a phantasmic mind

"Stop it! Ugh." I groaned shaking my head off the memory that Christian was playing in my mind. Yes, that's his mind power. He can play a memory from his mind in your head.  Sounds cool right but what I just saw freaked the hell out of me. I knew about his power but I didn't know that he had been using it to do gruesome things like these. "What you don't like to see me take off my shirt?" Christian winked with a dirty look plastered on his face. "Absolutely not!" I said shuddering at the memory once again. Not that he was ugly or anything but I just couldn't watch him and not drool. There would have been  no problem with that except the fact that the guy was standing right next to me. "Why? Is it making you uncomfortable?" He smirked leaning forward inching closer. "Yes, it does. You want to know why? Because you look like shit." I spat straight at his face. I had to lie because I can't tell him the truth. I felt bad for having said it for about a quarter of a millisecond but then I thought about what he did and I didn't feel so bad about it anymore. He doesn't deserve the truth for the filth of a person that he is! His face scrunched at the remark and he moved back. "That's right. Now why don't you replay that memory again and again so that your ego is bruised enough to not mess with me again." I nearly growled and hated my voice as it came out. "I was only here to apologize for the other day." He said looking offended and shocked. I huffed as an immediate response because I knew he was lying. If he had really wanted to apologise, he would have done it then and there but no. He had to wait for a week to pass by which time I had been defamed and poked fun at by the whole school. Maybe I would have forgiven him if he had played a sweet memory in my head with that good for nothing power of his. No, he just had to show off his stupid skin granted the opportunity! It clearly didn't look like he was aiming at an apology. I slammed my book on the table angrily before dragging it and placing it inside my bag. "So that's how you apologise Christian? Really?" I snorted and enjoyed the change of expression on his face. I saw his jaw drop as he looked at me with disbelief. Point baby! Time to pat myself on the back. There you go. "What did you just call me?" He asked still looking perplexed. I gasped internally wondering if I had used a curse word but straightened myself back when I couldn't recollect any such instance. I never curse anyone unless the person is me. "Slander is not my style. So don't you dare accuse me of it." I hissed at him. I kind of liked how I was in total control of the whole situation. "My name, Alice. What name did you call me?" He asked more politely. Don't play the polite card with me. I pondered for a second wondering if I had used a wrong name while blurting out. Something that I was not used to. I, Alice was known for my kind and considerate heart but this guy had crossed a line and whoever crossed my line was in debt to me for the rest of their lives. The impact in this case was of course, a bit too much, considering the fact that the person involved is in fact my year long crush. I wonder if the person who had termed the word 'crush', termed it so because they knew too well what crushes did because this guy had crushed me and crushed me hard. Confident enough that I couldn't have possibly got my crush's name wrong I said looking directly into his eyes, "Christian." Christian looked outraged. Oops. Nah it can't be. I tried to comfort myself. "My name's Tristan. T.R.I.S.T.A.N" He almost screamed while spelling it out. I grimaced and then smiled sheepishly while panicking inside. What in the name of devil. You had one crush, Alice. One crush. And you didn't get his name right? "One letter. Big deal." I said calmly slapping away my conscience while trying to sneak out by taking slow steps towards the back. He glowered at me and my mind froze like it had earlier and played a scene where Christian, I mean Tristan was beating a guy to pulp. Not cool. Not cool, Christian. I mean Tristan! Stop! Stop! Of course, he can't read minds and you can't shield his memory. This is your fault, Alice. Your freaking fault for having nothing but meaningless dreams. If only you had powers like the others, you wouldn't be put down in this. I could feel the sweat run down my face when his gaze finally shifted from mine and my head stopped shrieking at me. I did the one thing that I was capable of doing. I ran. I ran as fast as I could from these mind-boggling maniacs and I mean it in the literal sense.