Elijah was your typical sporty guy at highschool that all the girls drooled over. He was number 23 in his basketball team, a perfect guy over-all but his only secret was...he was a mind reader.

As you were forced to watch the game with your friends you started to daydream about players and one of them being no. 23, Elijah.

Your thoughts weren't defenetly innocent and in the halftime Elijah looked at you as he whiped his lips with his jersey. He read your mind and stared at you speachless