Devika didn't have time to react before Gretchen touched her face. The contact was too much- especially because she was already having a sensitive day.

Her emotions began to flood Gretchen's mind, though her fingertips. Devika began to absorb hers in return, and couldn't will her overtaxed mind to make her body move away. The prolonged contact made things much more intense, much faster than they'd ever been before.

 The first was a subtle, constant feeling that she was lesser than everyone in this school. They had been born to privilege, and so they were steps ahead of her in ways she couldn't even fathom. 

[b] Inferiority. [/b]

The next was a deep sadness, that so many people thought she was dangerous. She didn't want to be dangerous! She wanted people to like her. She wanted someone to care. Unfortunately, she was a nobody. She could go days without speaking to anyone, and no one would even notice.

[b]Isolation. [/b]

Finally, there was a horrible sense of not knowing where she was going. That her destiny, whatever it may be, so far off in the distance that it was impossible to tell if she was going toward it, or away from it. Who was she, and what was she doing with her life?

[b]Aimlessness.[/b]

In return, Devika began to draw in Gretchen's emotions. Suddenly, she was confident, beautiful, assured. She was better than Gretchen- than the whole school! They thought she was dangerous, and they were right! Just because she was husky, didn't mean she wasn't damn beautiful. Men liked curves, and she had them to spare! Her mind worked in ways most of these born-supers couldn't even dream of. She'd grown up living a normal kid life with average parents- she'd worked for what she had, while they'd just had their destinies handed to them. Why was she worried? She could make her way, and god help anyone who wanted to stop her.

Who was this skinny blonde bitch touching her?

Devika reeled back, formed a fist, and slammed it right into Gretchen's crimson painted mouth. "Excuse me, but you don't know me like that. Step aside, twiggy." She shoved Gretchen away, putting her weight into it. "Touch me again, and I'll make you so sad you'll wish your mother had aborted you." She nodded to Austin, and started walking away with her generous hips swaying.