[ WP ] You have an ability that can determine whether what someone says is true or false

`` C'mon babe, just say it.'' I whisper into his ear. My hand is on his knee, stroking with the lightest touch I can manage. He's nervous, I can tell. But that tells me nothing. 
 
 `` Well, I... I...'' He stammers. He's struggling to look me in the eye. `` It's just that you're so outgoing and pretty and perfect... I... I do n't think I'm good enough for you.'' 
 
 I feel my temper flare for a second, but I maintain my dominant stance. I do n't want this fucker's opinion of me, I want a goddamn definitive statement. I lean in, slowly guiding his chin towards me until we are looking each other in the eye. He's cute, but I need to know if I have full control here. `` But do you love me, tell me that much.'' I press on. 
 
 He snaps away, looking off into the distance. `` I do n't know...'' He murmurs. 
 
 Fucking liar. He knows, but he's just not telling me. I'm not getting anywhere with this kid. I sigh and lean back, putting on my best pouty face and whine, `` Well I really like you... I just want to know what you think of me.'' 
 
 `` ANNA!'' 
 
 We turn towards the sound. It's my father, waving me over from across the school. He's well built, dark-haired, and quite handsome. It's easy to see why my mother married him. If I was older I would have married him too... 
 
 `` ANNA! REALLY?'' He shouts at me. He's giving me the why-would-you-think-that face. Probably because he was reading my mind. He's telepathic after all. Where else would I get my truespeak? 
 
 `` Dang, he's cute.'' I hear the boy next to me mutter. I see my father blush and run his hand over his hair. I turn, baffled. 
 
 `` Are you... gay?'' I whisper. 
 
 `` What? No!'' He looks at me incredulously. 
 
 Mother of fuck. He's gay.
