#thegeniius

~Brenda--~ he sighed. It was useless. He screwed himself over. Officially ruined their relationship. ~Is there anything I can do to...~ No, don’t be a suckup. ~Nevermind. I’ll just...leave you alone, I guess.~ There was a part of him that wanted to hug her and tell her how sorry he was. How much he didn’t want to mean what he said.   Y o u ’ r e    n o t     h e r.   Real smart move on his part. But the trouble is...he couldn’t apologize. Because he did mean it. ~I’m sorry.~

   “ Here, don’t worry about staining it. Must have been fate to pick that colour this morning.”

‘HYPOTHETICALLY speaking, how angry would you be if I said no?’

Hey, Gorgon. He’s in electric form, hovering in the middle of the giant copper-wrapped gyroscope fondly known as the “electric chair,” the device that turns his raw power into electricity for the Mount. Is all so quiet on the home front that you had to come visit little old me?

Tryouts were almost over, and he finished checking off names off the list of applicants to see who came and tried out. He furrowed his brow when he realized that one applicant didn’t show up. Brenda Despain. He crossed out the name and stood up to go back to his coach, when someone called out. He turned his head and saw a girl running up to the track. He walked over to the gate of the track and leaned on it as she approached. He looked at the list and then back up. ~You Brenda?~