Thank you Allaboutne for your help.
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*** Flashback to Late Spring of Senior Year in high school - Chapter 2 takes place roughly 6 months before Chapter 1***
DC sat staring at the Melody's back. They had been in classes together since preschool. They lived a few houses apart and had been best friends as toddlers but now they never even spoke. He had had a crush on her back then and still did now.
He had always thought she was cute and felt a certain attraction to her. Now that they were seniors she had developed into an ultra-hot babe and the attraction was stronger than ever. The way her narrow waist flared out to her perfect, round little ass was painfully beautiful.
DC didn't know what makes some people cool and others dorks. Even If he did, he have a feeling he would still be a member of the dork club. It's not like he's ugly, maybe tall and a little gawky, but so are some of the athletes. Sure, he's smarter than average, then so are some of the popular kids. He might figure it must be something to do with his social skills, but he got along very well in his outcast clique.
The only reason why any of this mattered to him was the fact that it kept him from dating girls like Melody. Correction, it kept him from dating Melody. There were other pretty girls, but for some reason he had always been drawn to her. Unfortunately, she would not even acknowledge his existence these days.
His plan was to try to reset his life in college. His fear is that he would still be on the same rung of the social ladder when he got there.
While he sat in class, he concentrated Melody's tight lithe body one row up and one seat to the left, wishing for some kind of opportunity to reconnect with her.
The shove came from DC's blind side. He had no chance to brace himself or resist the force that pushed him from his seat. He was going to land nose first on the tile when he instinctively reached out his hands towards Melody's desk to try and save himself. His mind panicked, this was going to hurt if he couldn't catch himself. DC closed his eyes and prayed he didn't break his nose.
DC's hand miraculously reached her desk. His fingers brushed Melody's elbow as he caught himself. He felt an electric spark, a rush of heat, an odd taste of iron in his mouth. Melody squirmed in her chair and quickly looked over her shoulder; she locked eyes with him for an instant while he hung suspended from her desk.
DC felt a sense of her being. Everything about her mood and emotions. Time froze and created an instant that lasted an eternity. It was like looking into the sun everything else in the world was washed away by her blinding presence in his mind.
Then, after the eternal instant, it was over.
He was in class again and everyone was turning to look at him. He righted himself into his seat as the chorus of snickers started in the class.
"Is there a problem?" Mr. Thorpe asked.
"Sorry, I dropped something." DC responded to the teacher.
Mr. Thorpe shook his head obviously not believing DC. He was a nice teacher who tried to protect students from bullying. DC knew that it would be more embarrassing to cry for help so he mumbled, "Sorry." again and Mr. Thorpe turned back to the board.
"Sorry Melody." DC said softly.
She whispered, "It's okay." then she turned her eyes on Sean, the idiot who had shoved him. The 'I-am-going-to kill-you' look Melody was giving Sean, foretold of worse punishment than the teacher could ever mete out. DC guessed that she was going to make him pay in some socially painful way.
As she re-settled into her seat, he couldn't help but wonder at the sensation he had felt. DC sat there until the end of class unsuccessfully trying to come up with a plan to touch Melody again without being a creep, to see if he could recreate the moment when he was in her mind.
Melody kept looking at him over her shoulder. He was unsure how to read the stony expression behind her eyes.
Melody wanted to know what the hell had just happened. She didn't have anything against DC. He was always nice to her. She thought he was probably nicer to her than she deserved considering how she treated him over the past decade. He was a sweet guy. She wished he could figure out how to not be a massive dork all the time, stop dressing like a slovenly geek, and try to fix his wild hair. Afterall, he couldn't be ugly if he tried.
'That was fucking weird.' She thought to herself. 'Did he do that? Did I?'
His soul had bared to her. She had seen it all. His attraction, his need. The worst part was that she had felt his need as though it was her own. She had never experienced that type of wanting. To give in to panting lust that strong would be a rush, she thought.
She had known he had a crush, that's why she avoided him. She avoided ever offering anything that might lead him on, but his attraction ran way deeper than that. She wanted to think it was creepy, but there was something sweet and pure in what she saw.
Maybe she should talk to him. She could give him a chance, let him ask her out, see where it went.
She violently shook off that thought. She told herself there was no way they could go out.
She tried to ignore it but the lustful need lingered in the back of her mind.
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Life went on as normal for a few days after their little incident. He tried to talk to her a couple times but she was not interested. She also made sure they didn't touch.
He casually bumped into a few other people but no one 'linked' with him as Melody had. He wanted to know if they could touch minds again or of it was a onetime thing, or if he had only experienced a strange hallucination.
One day on the walk home he noticed her ahead of him, she lived a few houses over from him so it was normal to see her. He sped to catch up to her. She was wearing the tightest jeans DC had ever seen and a white button-up shirt with the tail untucked and covering her butt. Just a hint of the perfect globes of her pert ass peeked out below.
"Hey, Melody." He called out as he caught up.
She stopped and turned. "What?" She clipped at him terse and short. At the short distance his sense of her irritated emotion was so strong it pushed him on his heels. There was definitely a connection to her mind taking place.
He hadn't thought of anything to say, so he stood flat footed and dumb for a moment before she turned away and left him in her wake, the wooden soles of her wedge shoes making clip-pity-clop sounds like a trotting horse.
Since their 'moment' she had been arguing with herself about what to do with him. She had come to the point she was angry. Angry at herself for being a shallow, selfish bitch, angry at him for making her feel that way, and angry at the world for being unfair. Now he was pissing her off because he was making her feel guilty. Why was he so damn nice? It just made her feel guiltier. Damn him for being so good to her. His kind demeanor radiated to her senses ceaselessly along with that lustful feeling he always had.
"Melody, hold on a minute." He called, but rather than slowing from her trot she increased to a canter.
He reached for her arm to get her attention. The moment they physically touched their minds short-circuited. His calm personality along with his desire pushed to her over the link, she attempted to resist but it flowed like water into her. There were no longer any barriers blocking his mind from hers. An overwhelming need to be nice to him surged into her as they locked eyes and her pupils dilated, hiding nearly all of her gold flecked green irises. She looked at him for what seemed like the first time. The two way flow between them was intense. Her mind was a tempest of confusion and odd nerves.
Her touch soothed his soul. His touch set hers on fire.
"Let me walk with you." He said. "We need to talk."
"Okay." She said weakly as she nodded. He could feel her self-loathing anger. She asked, "What do you want Doogie?"
He hated that nickname that the 'in crowd' had bestowed on him.
"Don't call me that. My name is Douglas, but my friends call me DC." He reminded her. He took his hand off of her arm and immediately felt her peevish attitude sliding back into place.
"Whatever Douglas"
