Resistant Omegas 5: Dewey by Joyee Flynn (black books to read .txt) 📗

anyone would understand freaky… It was Tristan. “I keep worrying I’m going to shock anything I touch like when your socks rub the carpet and it’s dry. But it’s more. I feel it in my gut.”

“Which would you like me to address first?” he asked, giving me a wink.

“Dealer’s choice,” I giggled as I wiped my eyes.

“Could you hand me the toothpaste first?”

I thought it was an odd request but I went with it. I turned towards the sink on the counter I was sitting on, and leaned over… And then I screamed when the toothpaste levitated a few inches above the counter and started coming towards me.

“Dewey, wait,” Tristan said evenly when I leapt off the counter.

“The toothpaste is possessed!” I shouted, looking at him as if he was insane for being so calm about this. “Run, dumbass! There’s a poltergeist or something!” I bolted from the bathroom and towards the stairs. I heard several sets of footsteps pounding up the stairs. Sometimes I did love that dire wolf hearing.

“What’s wrong?” Tag asked as I threw myself into his arms and was so freaked out I crawled over his shoulder like a cat and onto his back. “Baby, what’s going on?”

“Where’s Tristan?” Jared bellowed which snapped me out of my daze. I pointed toward my room with a shaky hand. Just then Tristan stepped out into the hallway with his hands raised in surrender. Except he was holding the fucking toothpaste.

“Get that away from me!” I yelped and ducked my head behind Tag’s neck as if that would help or something. “The toothpaste is possessed. It moved all on its own!”

“What?” Jared and Tag exclaimed together. I simply hid and shook with fear.

“He’s coming into a new power and I might not have handled it well by answering his question with a visual,” Tristan grumbled.

“What does that have to do with the floating toothpaste?” I asked as I raised my head and looked at the man. Then everyone was looking at me funny like I’d grown another head.

“Wait for it,” Rhyce drawled with a chuckle. “Pint size will catch up in a minute.”

“I’m not so sure,” Percy snickered and shook his head. “He thought the toothpaste was possessed.”

“Don’t be mean,” I growled at him and wished I was big enough to pull a hockey move and yank his shirt over his head so he couldn’t see. Suddenly his shirt moved just like that. “Holy fuck! I did the toothpaste and that!”

“Yeah, Dewey,” Tristan said with a wink. “It seems along with feeling emotions and being able to knock people out, you’re a telekinetic. You can move things with your mind. I figured it out when you said you felt an electrical charge following you around. I’ve met another telekinetic and that’s how he described it. You use the electrical charges found in the air to move things.”

“Like shirts?” Percy grumbled as he righted his clothes.

“You were being an ass,” I answered and waved him to be quiet. We had more pressing matters. “Is that why I’ve been so depressed today too?”

“You’ve been depressed?” Tag asked, not sounding happy. Suddenly I wasn’t on his back anymore as he yanked me so I was hanging on to his front again. “Why are you depressed?”

Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I felt Tag’s, Percy’s, and Azyle’s sadness at my question so strongly that it was overwhelming. It was almost like a physical pressure on my chest that hurt.

“What did we do wrong to upset you?” Percy asked in a concerned tone.

“What can we do to help?” Azyle added.

“Back off, guys,” Tristan whispered as I clutched my chest. “Your emotions are swarming him.” He lifted me out of Tag’s arms and knelt on the ground with me, letting me sit. “You’ve never had that many people you care about upset at once, have you?”

“No, only ever cared about Tag,” I gasped, letting my body flop against the wall. “I can’t breathe.”

“Yes you can. Focus on something small, the way your heart is beating. Count the beats and push everything else out of your mind,” Tristan instructed. I nodded and did as he said, the pressure alleviating slowly.

“How did you know to do that?” I asked when I calmed down.

“Tricks of the trade, pint size.” He gave me a wink and cupped my cheek. “It gets easier. You learn to control it.”

“Control what? I don’t get what’s—” Percy started but Tristan barely flicked his wrist and froze the man.

“If you focus on something small while everything starts to get hairy you can still control what’s going on. I felt their sadness too, and it’s hard not to get swarmed by it and feel like you’re falling over a cliff. I focus on making things easier, like Percy not talking just did.”

“I felt a change in the electrical impulses in the air when you did that,” I whispered, staring at Percy. I concentrated, not on what he was feeling but the fact he was frozen. I felt something snap into place mentally and I undid what Tristan’s powers had done.

“Good, you’re learning,” the other Omega praised. “Now freeze him again.”

“I’m not a guinea pig,” Percy bitched before I made him go stiff.

“It’s the same concentration that makes each gift work,” Tristan explained as he searched my eyes. “Do the thing with the shirt again.” He placed his hand on my arm and closed his eyes. I focused on Percy’s shirt, this time pulling it completely off his body and over his head, setting it on the floor. “Yeah, that’s cool. I got it now.”

I wanted to ask what he meant but instead he focused on his inner circle and as one all the flies went down on their pants. Sharing a glance with Tristan, we both burst out into peals of laughter.

“Always good when you learn a new trick, baby,” Jared chuckled as he zipped his jeans back up. “Why don’t we give you some space to practice so the six of us aren’t standing around frozen