Author: megger PM
We have the emo that can make force fields, the cheerleader who can bend herself into a pretzel, the nerd who can read minds, the drummer who can smash a mountain, and me, the jock who can make time stop... How very Breakfast Club of us.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 8 - Words: 25,240 - Reviews: 119 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 10-31-11 - Published: 06-25-11 - id: 2927020
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AN: First of all, I'm apologize that this story hasn't been updated since forever. It's because of a myriad of reasons which include laziness, lack of inspiration, being ridiculously busy with school and an internship, and last but not least, my horse, Tarrant, passed away at the end of the summer. It's been a really trying time and I haven't been able to bring myself to write this story.
I know I owe people reviews and I'll get to you, so don't worry. Everyone should thank rgarner31 for bringing FP back to me in the form of reviews for her story.
P.S. This chapter isn't edited at all and it's not pretty.
DISCLAIMER: Don't steal my story. I know it's awesomesauce, but this is mine and totally not yours.
"You staying over at my house again?" Jolene asked, stretching her shirt over her head.
"No." I said. There was no way in hell I would feel safe in my suite after what happened last night. I half expected for whoever was after me to come to Jolene's place and I couldn't endanger her. I couldn't endanger anyone who was important to me which meant goodbye Tanglin and hello boarding school.
"Ready for practice?" she asked, waving around her silver tennis racket in front of my face.
"Uhh, yeah," I said, breaking out of my stupor. Giving her a beaming smile, I nearly skipped out of the room. I didn't want anyone to know what was going on or that this would be my last day at Tanglin.
"Come on, ladies! We got a practice to get to!" I yelled, bursting through the girl's change room and headed off towards the tennis courts.
It was early morning. The sun had risen a half hour ago, just a touch of pink and orange was left in the sky. The grass squished underneath my feet, drops of morning dew clung to the tops of the blades and made my shoes squeak. I could feel the slight swish of air near my thighs, courtesy of the court keys swinging in my hand. There was no breeze today which left everything eerie and still. I started whistling, just to fill the silence. I knew I was alone for the time being, but I never really felt alone.
Maybe it was the fact that someone was in my room last night or maybe it's just the fact that "they" were after me, but I didn't really feel safe. It didn't matter how many people I surrounded myself with, I just didn't feel safe. The only place I felt relatively safe was with the bunch of random people from the other boroughs, surprisingly enough. Though I guess it has something to do with the fact that they're going through the same thing as me.
And yet, I couldn't stop thinking about whom or what was in my room. I knew that I had made the right decision by not stepping into the room—I'm pretty sure that if my life was a scary movie, the audience would be cheering for my intelligence—however, I had to know what was in there. If just for my curiosity.
As team captain for the co-ed tennis team, I had to be the first one on the court every single morning. It took a lot out of me, but I like tennis. It's not my favourite sport, but I find playing it keeps me energized for my other sports. I quickly unlocked the courts and begun my usual workout. I had a feeling that everyone would be a little late this morning. Since it was the first practice of the year, I gave everyone a little leeway. Like I didn't even want to be here and I'm captain. Or at least I would be until the end of today.
As I ran around the gravel track, I contemplated on the mess that I called my life. I'm a naturally fearless person, but there's a thin line between being fearless and just being stupid. It was one thing to transfer to a new school and it's another thing to transfer to a new school with people who have powers, powers that can kill me. I'm sure that the WBA students are nice, but before yesterday, I had never even heard of the school. How am I supposed to fit in with the rest of the student body?
I went to Tanglin because sports was my thing. It was mine and I was good at it. Being a jock was natural to Tanglin and being a good jock was how you fit in. And because I'm a great athlete, I fit in quite well. I mean, I had the upperclassman on my side during freshman year. What other freshman can say that? I don't know what I'm going to do at WBA. I had never been the odd girl out. I've always been well-liked and well-known. What if they were all brains or goths or emos? Oh god… what if they're all like Ashleigh? I couldn't go to a school filled with Ashleigh's, I would kill myself.
"Don't you ever stop running, Lex?" Jolene playfully yelled, coming down with the rest of the team. I rolled my eyes, but finished my warm-up routine.
"Five laps!" I exclaimed, earning me a chorus of groans. As they all shuffled over to the track, I took a well needed sip of vitamin water. I supposed it would be a lot smarter for me to drink actual water, but I hated regular water. The only time I could drink water was if it was cold, almost to the point of freezing. And since there are no coolers or mini-fridges on the courts, I was stuck with vitamin water.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, lowering my bottle down. Wiping any excess moisture with the back of my hand, I suspiciously looked at Jake, clad in his uniform.
"Dropping my little cousin off," he said, tilting his head towards the "green giant", Aaron Russo. Aaron was quite possibly one of the best tennis players I had ever seen. His serve usually clocked in at seventy miles an hour. Not to mention his freakish height—hence "green giant"—had earned him a spot on the varsity basketball team.
I raised an eyebrow, "Aaron's your cousin?"
"Yeah," he responded, taking a seat beside me.
"Damn," I said. I couldn't believe that a great athlete like Aaron was related to a Jake-ass who couldn't even catch a girl.
"Did anything happen to you yesterday?" Jake asked; eyes fixed on his sneakers. I automatically gulped. I had forgotten that Jake had refused Matt's offer as well making him another target for "them".
"If by something, you mean did someone sneak into my room? Yes," I said as yesterday's events came rushing back into my head. Correction: they never really left.
"You too, huh?" he asked, making me stop and stare.
"Oddly enough, nothing was out of place; just a few broken windows and doors," he explained.
"Was anyone hurt?" I asked. I didn't know much about him, but I suppose if we were in this together, I should. I mean, I didn't know that Aaron and Jake were related. I didn't even know that Brett and Damien were siblings.
"No one was home," he said. I sighed once more, choosing to look at my running teammates who kept throwing noticeable glances in our direction. I ignored their odd looks and loud whispers for a second to address Jake.
"I take it you're going to WBA?"
He nodded. "Matt came over yesterday. He tried to get to you, but you weren't home."
"I was at a friend's house," I said. Jake nodded once more, looking pensive.
"I'm taking a look after school. Do you and your parents want to come?"
I knew it was just an innocent question and I've been asked this so many times before, but it didn't stop the hurt from bubbling up. No one ever really assumed that I was an orphan or that my only family member was in overseas all the time thanks to his army career. I was taught at a young age to always keep smiling and just be positive. If you were pitied, it meant you were weak. And weakness was never a word to describe a Leighton.
"Actually, it's just me," I said, hoping that was the end of that conversation.
"I'll pick you up after school then," he said which I was thankful for. Most people would have pressed on, but he didn't.
"Alright. Thanks." I replied. With a curt nod in my direction, Jake quickly crossed over to his school as I was left with a bunch of out of breath tennis players.
"We're starting off with doubles, so grab a partner," I announced just as Jolene jogged over to my side.
"So, Lex," she sang out, "Who was that? He doesn't seem like the type of guy you usually go out with."
I gave her a deadpan look. "That's because we're not going out. I meet him at the hospital," Hey, it wasn't an actual lie. Something had caused everyone around me to forget the inconsistencies about yesterday and there really wasn't a need to let everyone think I was crazing for saying otherwise.
"When did you go to the hospital?" she said as I pulled out my tennis racket.
"Yesterday. Before everything went down," I said before quickly adding. "I had to do some blood work."
"Oh, thought so. I was telling the other girls that you would never date a dickie," Jolene said as I begun checking the strings of my racket and focused on tuning her out. As much as I loved Jolene, and I did, she was a talker.
"Besides, you only date hockey players, right?" she asked. I gave her a curt nod before walking over to my usual doubles partner, Aaron. I would have gone with Jolene, but I go at everything like it's the Olympics and some people just can't handle it.
"What were you and my cousin talking about?" he asked, looking down at me with suggestive eyes. I sneered at the mere idea. Jake and I weren't even friends, let alone close enough to be dating. We were… circumstantial acquaintances.
"Nothing you need to worry your pretty blonde head about," I said, making a face. I chuckled as he narrowed his eyes; he always did hate being referred to as a dumb blonde.
"Whatever, let's just do this." He replied, getting into position. With a nod of confirmation by our opponents, the match began.
"For the last time, I'm not dating the guy!" I exclaimed. Ripping out every single strand of my hair was looking good right about now. All day, I've been asked if I was seeing anyone, particularly a dickie. Sometimes, I really hate being well-known. Maybe anonymity is a good thing?
"Any reason why he's in the parking lot then?" Jolene playfully asked. As much as I wanted to blow up on them, I couldn't. This was my last day and while it didn't go as well as I had hoped it would, it was better than nothing.
"I'll talk to you guys later." I said, shaking my head slightly. Was it a bit cowardly to not tell them that I was leaving? Possibly, but I'm not good with good-byes. Might as well let them figure it out on their own. Besides, chances are I can visit on the weekend and throw an awesome party. Nothing says sorry quite like free alcohol, especially to teenagers.
"What's that about?" Jake asked, looking at my pointing and laughing friends with a blank look on his face.
Rolling my eyes before smiling sweetly, "Don't worry about it."
"Whatever," he said before shrugging his shoulders. "My aunt's taking us over."
As much as I wanted to ask about his parents, it wasn't my business. He didn't press about my parents, so I should return the favour.
"Cool." I replied as we headed towards the bright green Jeep Cherokee. It was old, that much I could tell. The paint job was past its prime and the car didn't even have any doors, it was just black garbage bags to keep away the rain. There was a nice lady in the driver's seat. I guess it was a Floro trait to have ice blue eyes, but she looked a lot nicer. Her pale blonde hair was swept up into a messy ponytail; wisps of curly hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her nose was a bit crooked and forehead too wide, but she was relatively attractive.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked to and from her nephew and me. "And who is your friend, Jacobus?"
I tried to stifle my laugh and ended up snorting.
Turning to him, amused beyond belief at his dark look, "Jacobus?"
"It's Dutch," he nearly spat out, pushing past me to brood in the front seat.
"Well, I think it's adorable," I playfully said. "Jacobus."
"Get in the car, Leighton!" he snapped. I hid my giggle behind my hand; I was never going to let him live that one down. I'm glad that I have a somewhat normal name.
"Leighton, what a pretty name," his aunt commented as I climbed into the backseat. With a soft plop, she waited until I was safely buckled in.
"Actually, Leighton is my surname. My first name's Alexia," I said, introducing myself with a small smile. She returned it, looking at me from the rear view mirror.
"Oh, well you can call me Kay," she replied.
I was right about my observations that the Jeep was an old car. Not only could I feel every bump and crack in the street—that's going to bruise my ass, by the way—I could hear every crick and rumble of the engine. I wasn't too into cars, but I could tell that the car had more miles on it then it should. As I looked back, I could see the thin trail of oil, dripping on the asphalt. That's great considering I have people following me. I'm glad that I could make it easier for them.
"So, boarding school huh? Must be exciting!" Kay exclaimed, taking her hands off the wheel for a brief second. I was nearly catapulted out of the car by the sheer force of an out of control steering wheel. Suddenly, I wished that I didn't have that second helping of the cafeteria's steak burrito. Mix a car with no doors, crappy seatbelts, and a driver who feels the legal speed limit is just a "suggestion" and your life can flash before your eyes too.
"Auntie Kay, hands on the wheel." Jake said, yawning as his aunt continued to drive like a maniac. I watched as he slumped further down into his seat, looking ready to fall asleep when I was trying hard to force my food back into my stomach.
Shoving ear buds into my ear, I tried my absolute best to keep calm. The smooth voice of Childish Gambino filtered into my ears, calming me down with his lyrics. People always found it surprising that I listened to rap or hip hop. Apparently I was more of a Taylor Swift kind of girl, but Taylor just doesn't do it for me. Not to say that I don't rock out to Swift every once in a while but rap's more of my thing. Wait, scratch that, good rap is more of my thing. I'm not too into the whole "Yo, yo, yo. Where's all my bitches and hoes?"
I could still feel the sudden stops and harsh swerves Kay made. I wasn't sure who allowed her to drive a car, but they're on my hit list right now. It was just a shame that I wasn't able to fly or teleport or something. I'm pretty sure that that would be everyone's ultimate power. Or at least the people who can't drive. Seriously, it's a major bummer to roll up to a party thrown by a cute senior boy in a bus. Or worse, a friend's parents.
"Leighton, my aunt asked you a question," I heard Jake's stifled words through my beating music. Placing Childish Gambino on hold for a second, I took out on ear bud right as Kay suddenly stopped. I was nearly catapulted forwards and I'm sure that if my seatbelt was a bit more ripped, I would have lost my head.
"Sorry," Kay apologized, driving a little slower. "I just wanted to know how you two met."
"At the hospital?" I replied, glancing at Jake. I wasn't sure how much she knew of anything. If Jake had chosen not to reveal the truth about what was going on, it really wasn't my business to blow both of our covers. Kay might seem cool, but you don't really know how someone will react to the fact that you have superpowers or whatever.
"She already knows, Leighton." he replied, looking out the garbage bag window. Probably trying to drone us out.
"We actually did meet at a hospital though," I said, smiling apologetically. I always hated when people lied to me, but I guess that I'll have to do a lot of lying in my life thanks to some freak accident. I knew I shouldn't have gone into the stupid plant. I should have just taken my chances with trig.
"So what is your power? I know Jacobus can make force fields," she said, making another sharp turn. I held my grimace and tried to shuffle back into my seat. I had a feeling my seatbelt wasn't going to last any longer.
"Auntie Kay, I told you, my name is Jake," Jake snapped. Even though it was pretty hot outside, I could feel the temperature in the car drop about several degrees with the icy glare Jake was giving Kay.
She angrily tsked and stepped on the gas pedal a little harder. "Jacobus Daniel Floro! I will not be spoken to like that!"
"Do you want to go to this school or not?" she snapped. I felt the awkwardness in the air rise even further. I hated being in the same vicinity when someone, other than me, was being yelled at.
"Whatever, Auntie Kay." Jake said, scoffing slightly.
Even though I knew it was none of my business, I couldn't help but to feel the bitter sting of jealousy. There Jake had a loving aunt while some kids didn't even have any parental influence in their lives. He shouldn't take something like that so lightly.
"To answer your question, I can stop time and blow things up," I answered, hoping to clear the tension in the air. I hated what I was feeling. I shouldn't be feeling like that. I shouldn't feel envious over a Jake-ass.
"That's so cool!" Kay exclaimed just as we pulled into a gated driveway.
"So this is it," Jake said, looking up at the shiny, gold letters of WBA.
"Jacobus, I have a feeling we're not in Tanglin anymore."