The Compeller

“Hey…”

Storm sighed when she heard Louise’s voice, just as she was packing her bag to get out of the class. She signaled her friend with an eyeroll to get going, that she would meet her outside, and then she turned aside to stare at the intruder. She didn’t reply to his greeting.

”Are you still angry that I tried to kiss you? It had been nothing. I am sorry.”

Storm would have believed that lame ass apology, if she wasn’t aware that Louise, even at this moment, was trying to compel her to stay still, to yearn for his touch, whilst he said whatever he wanted.

No matter how Storm tried to understand why Louise would result to such underhanded tactics despite his handsomeness, she could come up with nothing, only that he liked the control and power it gave him, the thrill of controlling someone's senses.

A bully. Storm hated bullies.

“Okay, apology accepted.” She said, even though it was anything but that. She slung the bag pack along her shoulders, and stepped away from Louise’s circ