Now that Mark had fully mastered the ability to create ice, he began to focus his mind and hands on the ice, hopefully dissolving it into water or making it disappear all together. Instead though, nothing seemed to be happening, and as Mark looked closer, it was in fact simply making the ice grow and extend over a larger surface. Mark was taken aback for a second, looking at his hands like they had done something strange before pointing them again. The more he focused on trying to make the ice go away, the more it just continued to grow, thus proving that either Mark still had poor control over this power, or more likely, his powers couldn't work in reverse. The latter seemed more true because as the ice around Mark grew, it seemed to go at a slower pace than it had before, creeping along in a slow and lazy flow.
Mark had figured out that focus could now incite his powers, but really the trigger here was anger. Uncontrolled anger is what released the power more than anything, or maybe more accurately, intense emotions. When Mark had first used his powers, he was scared of getting burned and afraid of his Aunt getting mad at him, and his powers violently activated, covering his bedroom in ice. It took hours to thaw and dry, and some of his stuff, especially metal belongings, were ruined permanently. The second time, he had been focusing hard on a Calculus problem, freezing his soda in it's glass solid. At the time though, Mark hadn't been feeling particularly strong about anything. This proved that emotion and control were both ways of using the power, though with different results.
Mark's thoughts were interrupted however as he was hit in the legs by a moving object that he soon realized was a person. Falling down on top of her, Mark pushed himself up only to slip on the ice and slam his body into hers again. He groaned in pain as the girl swore, pushing himself off of her with better, more careful torque this time, his upper body now hovering over hers as he got a better look at his assailant.
A dark colored hoodie over bright, obviously dyed hair, and a pair of baggy cargo pants confused Mark for a moment as he thought that it might be a guy, but seeing a better profile of her face and the stud in her lip along with her long, shoulder-length hair, assured Mark that it was a girl. A very goth girl, the type that Mark usually avoided and poked fun at with his friends, but as he was on top of her, he had to admit that her body was very attractive along with her face. He quickly ignored those thoughts though and pushed away from her, sitting down a few feet on the ice, while scooting in the opposite direction of her.
"Hey, look, I don't know who you are but I don't have any money or anything, so you attacked me for nothing, okay? So just leave me alone," Mark said with an attitude but at the same time with a little fear.