Chaos

There were ten students sketching a dinosaur on the teacher's desk, not to be naughty, but to while away time. Oliver was part of those students. He stood hunched over the desk, with a charcoal between his lips, and a pencil poised in his palm and forefinger. There was a hazy image of a dinosaur, that seemed to be dated to the 70s at the back of his mind's eye as he sketched. It brought an electric buzz through his pencil.

Oliver wasn't a kid, he was eighteen, but still he found pleasure in behaving this way. This was the only childish thing about him, nothing more. His hands moved expertly through the desk, until he was jerked by Taylor, his best friend.

In a split second, he saw Taylor licking Eleanor, his girlfriend's pussy like, it was  his ice-cream. Oliver eyes dilated as his fingers stopped its movements on the table. Like a bad video tape, the video seemed to expand, and he noted Eleanor's brother filming the two as he stood by the door, away from sight.

"What are you doing?" Taylor's voice rang out.

There was a moment of awareness, and Oliver easily pretended that he had not seen the most intimate part of his friend. He knew that if he were to tell him exactly what he'd seen, there would be a friction, and unnecessary drama will pop up. Not to mention, his mother would not find it entertaining in the least.

He pulled himself to his full height, and smiled. It was not a friendly smile, but no-one had ever figured that out. It was all in good stead, though.

"Just playing around," He said with a careless shrug.

Taylor peered over Oliver's shoulder, in an effort to catch a glimpse of the said drawing. His long fingers caressed the desk, and then, he pulled back like he shouldn't be doing such. Oliver frowned a bit at the display.

"Where do you get such insane ideas from, Oliver? And, I really think you shouldn't be sketching on a desk. You're not in middle school anymore. Jeez, it's lame!" 

"Then, you could go stick your tongue..."

The sound of a whistle blowing off stopped everything Oliver had to say. The boys pulled away from the desk, as they made sure not to leave a trace of their latest mischief. As Oliver walked back to his special seat at the back of the class, he couldn't be more grateful at the interruption. He had almost blurted everything out in a fit off rage, and that would have been completely awful.

"That sketch was badass man," Shane hyped, as he hit him on his shoulder-blade.

Oliver smirked. "It's no biggie. Just need a hyper imagination to pull off. I could teach you some time,"

They both settled down. "That's what you always say man. I can almost imagine what that bald head would say when he sees that shit on his desk," Shane mumbled.

They both laughed at that. Oliver knew the man would throw a fit. He would just need to zone it out. That dragon should... No! He wouldn't complete his thoughts, or it may as well happen. He'd learned the hard way that imagining things should be limited. He couldn't afford to get into more trouble. His mom had said he needed to be a normal teenager, and he was going to do that, no matter what it took.

"I mean it man," he started off absently. "You can always ring me up if you need to know the best way to unlock your imaginations." 

He could hear Shane's words, before it was uttered. "Thank you, I will pass."

"Who did this?" Mr Elvis shouted as he stared pointedly at his desk.

No-one said a word. Oliver sat with his hands folded on his laps. His expression was cold. He knew exactly why the teacher was annoyed. It had nothing to do with them, but the fact he was stuck with them, when he should have being fulfilling his carnal desires.

"I'm talking to you?"

"We don't know who did it. We found it that way," Lilian said quietly.

"Yes," The whole class said as one.

Mr Elvis mumbled something under his breath. He moved closer to the desk, and caught sight of  a strange looking dinosaur. It was the very same one that Oliver had sketched. He squinted his gaze in a bid to make sense of what it was. Nothing was forthcoming. All he glimpsed were a strange looking creature, that had his wing trapped between its legs. It was so appalling to look at.

He bolted off in shock, as the animal blinked right at him. The students all exchanged puzzled looks, not understanding the fright that pulled at their teacher. Mr Elvis kept sliding backwards, his eyes larger than life, not once looking away from the sketched dragon.

"Get it off! It's alive!" He cried.

"Oliver, what do you think is up with the bald head?" Shane queried, his eyes barely living their teacher's frightened state.

Oliver shrugged in response, resting his head on his desk. "It could be, that the old man doesn't want to train, and he is..."

"Get it off! Take it out!" Mr Elvis screamed once more.

Oliver shifted his gaze from the man to his sketch. He couldn't see anything untoward going on at first. He cocked his head to the side, and noted that the dragon was truly taking formation in a way that couldn't be noticed immediately.

Fuck! If anyone found out he had sketched that thing, his cover would be blown. And, only God knew what his mother would do to him when she got a hold of him. He turned back to Shane who was completely taken by the moment. None of the teens left their seats, because of the fear that drowned in their hearts, though they tried to act cool.

"Sir, nothing is there. Try to calm down. You're scaring us all. If this is a part of our trainings, then it needs to stop." Kat grumbled out loud.

The bickering eschewed. Oliver smiled slightly. It was good, they should keep fighting. It would serve as a distraction to what he was about to do. He shifted slightly on his chair. Then, imagined to dragon in his mind's eyes as he stared at the sketch from where he sat. His eyes dilated as he went into the workings of the dragon, pulling out its strings, and storing them in the safe room of his mind. Disaster wouldn't happen with him. He would do anything possible to stop it.

He watched as the light coming off from the dragoon shut down. It became nothing more than a harmless sketch. Oliver sighed in relief. He made a move to go, but someone was pulling his shoulders. What was the matter this time?

"Oliver! Wake up!" 

He slowly pulled his eyes open, and he stared at Shane's worried eyes. Why was he worried? Did something again? Oliver's cheeks took on a heated formation.

"You slept off? I cam't believe you missed out on what just happened right now," Shane said in disbelief.

Oliver gushed himself upwards again, as his lips drew into a thin line. "What happened? And, it better be good, because I don't really like..."

"Mr Elvis has officially lost his senses," Shane screamed.

At that moment, Taylor pulled Oliver to his feet, his right hand, doing the work for him.. Oliver frowned, and he looked back at  Shane who was up too. Oliver was dragged to the desk, where a couple of students stood peering at an object on the desk.

"I honestly don't see anything bizarre here," Kat was saying to her friends.

"Same," Two of her friends agreed with her too. 

"I think Mr Elvis has gone crazy." Kat mumbled. At that moment, she turned, and switched her gaze on Oliver who was looking right at her, with no form of expression in his face. "You sketched this right. I saw you at exactly this spot." 

They all turned their attention to Oliver at once. Oliver kept his face passive, and then in a laidback tone, he said, "It could be anyone. You said it yourself, Mr Elvis is going crazy. I should leave," He mumbled, stepping away from them.

"Come on, man! It was..." Taylor started off.

Oliver glared at him, making the words die on his tongue. He made his way to his desk, grabbed his bag, and then tossed it over his shoulder. The urge to flee was acute, and staying like this with these people wasn't something he wanted to do. What if...

"You don't need to be this mad. Let's go back to our spot," Taylor whined.

"Not right now," Oliver shouted, as he walked away from the cactus.

His mind was a whirlwind, as he thought that he shouldn't have done what he did. He wasn't sure he would ever be able to sketch anything. Poor Mr Elvis would be termed mad by all because of one of his silly mistakes. His mother was right, he should never use his powers.