Force Fields: the ability to control a shield of great amount of concentrated force.

In the story Sage has dark blue-grey eyes like shown in the pic on the cast list, unlike this one

There's some German mentioned in this chapter so please correct me if I'm wrong :)))

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S.E. // The 7th Supreme

   Harry's words kept echoing throughout my head as the hours passed by. Constant reminders of the way his hot breath felt against my skin kept flooding my brain as I tried to teach my class of teenage witches about 6 Man. Here in Miss Castavet's School, it was essential we teach the girls about the dangers of The Saviors and the infamous 6 Man. The only reason witches out there were so vulnerable was because they were unaware of the threat of The Saviors. So it was important to spread the word and make everyone aware.

   "We still don't have confirmation on what he looks like?" Mandy, a sixteen-year old girl questioned me as I snapped out of my thoughts. The girls were done with the work I had assigned them and now were speaking up about 6 Man, asking the most random questions.

   "No, Mandy," I sighed, taking a seat and picking apart my bun, allowing my curls to run free.

   "But there are rumors! I've heard he's hot," Rosita, a Hispanic teen responded from the back, smirking as she twirled a dark lock around her finger. A fit of giggles erupted from the rest of the class as everyone else began to speak up.

   "I've heard he has blonde hair!"

   "No you puta his hair's black!"

   "Apparently he's got gorgeous eyes, blue or something."

   "His accent's hot, I've heard it's British."

   "No it's Irish!"

   "I've heard he's good in bed," one of the girls snickered before I snapped.

   "Okay that's enough!" I said brusquely, standing up to my feet and glaring at the girls. The lights immediately flickered due to my anger, the giggles and comments dying down immediately. "This is a seriously dangerous man you girls are talking about. Nobody cares if he's got gorgeous hair and a big dick, he's our enemy and he's out for us. Out for me. He killed your kin, don't forget that-"

   "Sage," Rowena breathed, another childhood best friend of mind. She stood by the open doorway, giving me an absurd look. "Don't scare them," she scolded me lightly, walking in and speaking to me. "You look like you're having a bad day, want me to take over?"

   "Yes please," I sighed, running my nude painted nails through my hair before I gathered my things and began to leave. "Thanks Row, I'm sorry, girls. I didn't mean to snap, today's just been...weird," and with that I exited the classroom, Nymeria following close behind me.

  The mention of 6 Man had me growing anxious again. Even though there hasn't been any sign of him lately, I was utterly paranoid. He could be right under my nose, or on the other side of the planet. It drove me crazy not knowing where he was. Since the class I was previously teaching before Rowena came in was the last one of the day, I decided to head home.

  My heels clanked against the stone pavement as I walked home, mind still running wild with anxious thoughts of 6 Man. I needed a distraction. But I didn't know where to find one. Suddenly, it occurred to me. The conversation that I had today with Harry quickly resurfaced in my head again as I stopped in my tracks. If you change your mind, you know where I am.

  I could practically hear him saying it to me again. I contemplated it over, hard. There weren't any pros to this other than the fact that I was getting a distraction, a good one to be exact. But it meant letting my guard down and being vulnerable intimately, something I haven't done in a while. Yet, part of me wanted this to be spontaneous and just go for it. I didn't even get the chance to check if he was a threat, but part of me assured he wasn't and just wanted me to get on with it.

  Nymeria began yapping at me, wondering why I was frozen still. I continued walking, entering the mansion and shutting the door behind me. My mind continued to ponder as I got changed and plopped down on my bed with a frown etched onto my face. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip when I remembered how he gripped my waist and squeezed it. I could just imagine how hard he would grip my hips when he'd pound into me from behind...

   "Fuck," I grumbled, clenching my thighs. No man had ever captured my thoughts like this so easily. Especially when I had met him a day or two ago.

  I contemplated on asking Atticus for his advice on this sort of situation, but if he found out that I didn't check Harry out to see if he's clear or not, he probably would advice against it. Weighing out the pros and cons, I didn't feel like it was a particularly bad idea to do it, but it wasn't the smartest one either. I could've just totally talked to Aunt Sephy to ease my anxiety, or hung out with Atticus and Rowena to de-stress myself.

  But I wanted this. Correction. I needed this. Six months of no sex was way too long from me and I felt like I didn't want to pass up this opportunity, especially since it was practically speaking to me in a time of anxiety and stress. I scrambled for my phone, checking the time before rolling back onto my stomach again. I decided to chill for a few hours, finishing off my work for uni, before deciding to head over, probably planning to go there late night.

  After a few hours had passed by, I threw the covers off me, pulling on a pair of ripped jeans and before throwing on my favorite Rolling Stones over my chest. As I jogged down the stairs quickly and quietly, hoping Aunt Sephy wouldn't notice me I halted momentarily when my phone began ringing loudly in my hand.

   "Where are you off to?" Aunt Sephy questioned, as she exited the kitchen just as my phone began to ring.

   "I am going out with Atticus. Y'know, to catch up for old time's sake," I shrugged lightly, as she eyed me suspiciously.

   "Okay, have a nice time darling," she approached me to peck my cheek, before she walked away with a bowl of popcorn in her arms to the living room.

  I sighed in relief, before proceeding to the front door. As soon as I swung it open, I came face to face with Atticus and Rowena. They grinned wildly at me, before both of them tackled me into a hug. Groaning inwardly, I hugged them back.

   "What are you doing here?" I asked them with an over-ecstatic sarcastic grin.

   "We made plans to head to the bar tonight, don't you remember?" Rowena laughed lightly, arching a brow at me questioningly.

   "Oh yeah," I smacked my forehead, cursing at myself internally for forgetting.

   "You're not coming wearing that right? You look like trash," Atticus scrunched his face up at me, as Rowena punched his arm playfully.

   "I do not!"

   "I'm kidding, Rosemary."

   "What did I tell you about the herbal nicknames?"

   "I can't remember Oregano," he giggled, as I turned around and walked back into my house. "I was kidding, Basil!"

   "Fuck off Atticus Finch!" I flipped up off before I quickly teleported myself to my room. Rowena followed me, being another lucky witch to be blessed with the power of teleportation.

  She laughed when we heard Atticus cursing all witches and warlocks whom were granted with the power of teleportation. Atticus was able to master telepathy, the ability to hear and broadcast the thoughts of oneself and others. As well as electrokinesis, the elemental ability to control and generate electricity and throw lighting. Rowena on the other hand was a master at advanced telekinesis, an advanced form of the ability to move objects and individuals using the mind, channeled through the eyes or hands.

   "So, Sage," Atticus entered the room, breathing heavily from running up the stairs, "Wait give me a moment," he gasped for breath, bending down with his hands on his knees.

   "Weakling," I teased, making him scowl before running and jumping onto my bed.

   "Shut up," he retorted, sticking his finger out at me.

  From it, a flash of blue electricity shot out of the tip of it, darting towards me, cackling. My hand shot up, energy channeling through my arm and manifesting as a coral colored force field, only covering up the side of my body. The electric beam struck it causing a high-pitched noise before Atticus retracted his hand in shock.

   "What the fuck since when could you do that?" Atticus gaped as I dropped my hand, the force field vanishing into thin air immediately.

   "Since forever, I just didn't know I could do it," I rolled my eyes at him, turning to stroll into my walk in closet and coming out with a tight black off-shoulder crop top and a pair of black sheer-panel leggings. "How's this?"

    "All black. That's my favorite Supreme!" Atticus winked at me cheekily, before Nymeria jumped on top of the bed and barked loudly in his ear. "Fuck!" he screeched, flinching and falling off the bed.

   "Thanks for that Nymeria," I laughed, walking into the bathroom, changing quickly and walking out.

  I worked quickly on getting my makeup done while Rowena offered to do my hair during that. Once we were done, we exited the house and hopped into my car. We arrived at the bar we usually hung out at, which was a little snug spot for live jazz music and drinks. The bartenders knew us and usually gave us discounts or sometimes even free drinks.

  The bar was lined up on the side with the stage at the far end with a dance floor right in front of it. As we entered, to our side were tables and chairs for people to sit and chat and watch the show. A couple of people greeted us as we walked in, mostly Atticus since it had been a while as he was gone for a while.

   "Meine freunde!" The friendly German bartender whose name was Christoffer, Chris for short, welcomed us. My friends!

   "Christoffer!" I waved my hands with a smile, my German accent making an appearance as we greeted each other in German.

   "English please," Atticus grumbled, before Chris noticed him seated next to me.

   "Atticus, wie geht es dir?" Chris chuckled, clamping Atticus' shoulder and giving it a shake. How are you?

   "Gut, danke. Und dir?" Atticus replied, pausing a bit between sentences before managing to get his German right. Fine, thanks. And you?

   "Sehr gut, danke. Your German is getting better, Atticus," Chris chuckled, as Atticus shrugged. Very good, thanks.

   "I think I learnt a thing or two with them German ladies when I visited Cologne," he shared a smirk with Chris while Rowena and I visibly cringed.

   "Atticus, please no more stories about your one night stands, tonight," I warned him playfully, as he scowled at me before ordering a drink.

   "Hey yo Chris, cosmopolitan with extra vodka and no lime please!" Atticus yelled out, before folding his arms over the counter top. He gazed over his shoulder, winking at a group of girls whom were staring at us before he turned back and found me gazing at him. "What?"

   "You're going to get STDs."

   "Am not! I use latex condoms and water-based lubricants for-"

   "Sage, do you want something? The usual?" Chris asked me, sliding Atticus' drink on the counter top towards him.

   "Nah, I'll have a Jack and coke," I told him instead, making him nod in response.

   "Put extra whiskey, she needs to get banged tonight!" Atticus snickered, elbowing me in the ribs before he turned around in his seat and leaned his back against the counter, sipping on his drink.

   "Rowena, do you want anything?" I questioned, tilting my body back to meet her gaze on the other side of Atticus.

   "Someone has to be the DD if both of you are drinking," she told me in an obvious tone.

   "Right," I pointed at her with a laugh, before I felt Atticus nudging me ecstatically.

   "Holy fuck Sage! It's that guy!" he laughed in excitement, hand smacking my arm continuously, asking me to look.

   "What man? Where?" I asked in confusion, furrowing my brows.

  Turning around to face the bar, Atticus ticked his head in the direction of a group of men, all laughing loudly. I gazed over my shoulder, studying each man sitting at the table before my gaze landed on a familiar one.

    "Fuck," I turned around, shaking my head.

   "What's wrong?" Rowena asked in curiosity, while Atticus snickered.

   "The guy, with green eyes and long curly hair," Atticus pointed out for Rowena. My gaze flickered over my shoulder again, unexpectedly connecting with mine. "Oh he's looking at you now, Sage."

   "Is this another one of your 'friends with benefits' that I don't know about, Sage?" Rowena questioned teasingly lowly.

   "I can't read his mind," Atticus frowned hard.

   "You too?" I inquired, before my gaze darted to Rowena.

   "I can't get through either," she pursed her lips. "I can read the others though, they're all clear. None of them are wearing the ring, but that guy is wearing a lot of rings-"

   "He's not wearing the ring," I told her, causing her hazel eyes to meet mine before someone approached her.

  It was the man who was sat next to Harry. My eyes narrowed suspiciously as he introduced himself to her. The next few minutes they were chatting non-stop, Rowena giggling continuously while Jason rambled on and on about random things. It was like they clicked immediately. I wasn't too sure about him, but it had been a while since Rowena enjoyed the company of a male so Atticus and I decided to give her and the guy some space, deciding to go visit the jazz band whom was about to perform.

   I gazed over my shoulder when I felt a burning stare digging into me from the back. It was Harry. His bright green eyes were watching me intently as I made my way through the crowd with Atticus. My blue-grey eyes gazed back, almost challengingly. He noticed this, a tiny smirk dipping into his lips before he wrapped them around a soda bottle and tipped his head back.

   "I'm gonna go to the roof to get some air, you go ahead," I told Atticus, muttering in his ear because the bar was getting a bit noisy.

  The bar had a staircase leading up to the roof, my hand hovering over the black spiral railing as I ascended the stairs, with my drink in hand. Even though the building the bar was situated in wasn't fairly tall, yet it had a gorgeous rooftop view. The streets were dimly lit in the most beautiful way, jazz music from other venues drifting through the night air.

  A soft smile tugged at my lips as I stared down at the city I was proud to call my home. But even then, an ache throbbed within me. My home was in different places, due to my parents being from different places themselves. But it killed me to have never been able to visit them, since I was in a way forced to stay here for safety reasons. My smile disappeared as I remembered my parents, raising my glass to take a sip, feeling the whisky burn my throat.

   "Not much of a drinker, are you?" I spoke loudly, knowing Harry himself was standing behind me without having to glance at him.

   "I'm afraid I don't like alcohol very much," he shook his head, holding his bottle of soda behind his back as he approached me. My eyes took a glance at his outfit, instantly loving the white Rolling Stones t-shirt he had on, paired with tight blue jeans and brown Chelsea boots.

   "Why not?" I simply asked, sipping on my drink as I stood by the edge of the roof. He stood close to me, gazing out into the night just as I was.

   "Because I feel vulnerable when I'm drunk," he turned to me, as I moved and leaned back against the brick wall, which had the stairs going down to the bar on the other side of it.

  He approached me, setting his soda bottle down before placing a hand against the wall near my head, resting all his weight against that as he stared at me intensely. His body moved closer to mine, the close proximity of us together catching me off-guard a bit. My stomach coiled unnaturally when his hand came up to push a couple of curly strands away from my face.

   "Why do you feel vulnerable?" I whispered, getting completely lost in the different dazzling shades of green in his eyes.

   "Because when I'm drunk I lose control," he murmured back lowly, his fingertips tracing my jawline before coming around to cup my chin. I was clinging onto my self-control when his gaze flickered to my lips, smirking a bit before his eyes darted up to mine again.

   "And baby, I love being in control."

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➰ how was that chapter lovelies? WAS MY GERMAN CORRECT?

The next chapter is gonna have y'all SHOOK 😏

➰ I am not ready for school, this summer went too fast 😫😫 so please bear with me if my updates become slower!!!

Until we meet again...

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