School Again, School Again

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"Good job back there." He grinned. "Maybe we should work together sometime, you know?"

I really hoped he couldn't see how red my face was.

"Y-yeah, sure." I grinned, scratching the back of my neck.

He smiled even wider. "I'll see you at school."

I frowned. "At school. Damn it, I still have that test."


"No, science."

Luckily, my parents were at work, giving me time to change and grab my bag. They had gone I bed before I left, and I usually never saw them in the mornings, so there's a chance they didn't know I was gone.

In the back of my mind, I was wondering why they hadn't been called about my absence. Maybe my first period teacher was an idiot, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I finally made it to school, snuck in through a window so I didn't have to go through the front desk, and went to my locker. Luckily, the bell rang for passing period just as I put in the combination.

Finally I was able to resume my day as if nothing had happened. Including (probably) failing my science test.

The rest of school passed without a hitch. No one even mentioned my absence.

The few times I passed Kace in the hallway, he gave me one of those "What the hell just happened?" looks, minus the hell, like he couldn't believe any of what just went on happened.

I couldn't believe that Kace, the Kace,  was talking to me, but I guess our priorities were a little different.

The second school let out, I sprinted out the doors. I wanted to walk to the house alone so I could have some time to think.

That didn't work out.

"Can I have my Oreos back?" I heard a voice ask behind me. I twirled around, reaching for the knife that wasn't there.

"What the-?" It was the girl who'd kidnapped me, except she was wearing an outfit like a regular school kid would. She looked like my age now.

"I mean, you stole from my house and broke down my wall, not to mention I got in huge trouble for letting you go." She explained. "The least you could do is give me my Oreos back."

"You kidnapped me!" I finally gathered my courage to shout. "I don't owe you anything!"

I don't know how I expected her to react, but definitely not by smirking.

"You got some nerve." She observed. "Some might expect you'd be able to ask out one person."

"Wh- I don't like him!"

"That's harsh. He has feelings too, you know."

"No, I mean- not in that way!"

"Psh." She waved her hand. "I watched you two on the cameras all that time. Why do you think I let you go? I'd love to see this relationship play out."

"Well then sorry to disappoint, because nothing's playing out." I growled, turning around.

"Are you sure about that?" A familiar voice asked. I froze.

"Turn around, London." He- She beckoned. Taking a deep breath, I turned to see Kace standing, wearing the woman's smirk. No, she was wearing him.

"They call me Morph." She explained. "You know, your school received a call from your mom that you wouldn't be in school today. They must've been surprised when you showed. I sure was."

"Turn back." I commanded, but my voice was quavering too hard for me to sound intimidating. She gave a 'Well, I tried' shrug.

And in the snap of a finger, there she was. I don't know why that scared me so much, but I was practically terrified.

"I helped you out a bit by letting you go." She sighed. "But whoever wanted you in the first place? They aren't leaving things alone. Maybe I have a soft spot for gay kids, but I'm willing to help you out if you need anything."

"I don't need your help." I growled, but I was panicking on the inside. Sure, I was a vigilante, but that wasn't supposed to follow me into my day life!

"I'd hate to see you dead in some alley, so stay sharp." Morph warned. "I'll keep an eye out for you, lover boy. Oh, and those glasses look terrible on you."

I watched her stalk away, strutting with all the confidence of a runway model walking down a middle school hallway.

I clenched my fists so hard my nails were drawing blood. When she was out of sight, I finally stopped and raised them so I could see the injury.

Right in front of my eyes, the cuts stopped bleeding and the small wounds, in the space of a few seconds, looked like they had been made half an hour ago.

More people were finally coming down the sidewalk, so I was forced to continue walking in the direction of the house. Not my house, mind you, since we all know I was as welcome there as a Carrie was welcome in prom.

As I walked, I began to feel conscious about my glasses. I needed them growing up, but after I got my powers, I had more than perfect vision. But my parents couldn't know, so I had to wear fake glasses to keep up the illusion.

I finally reached the house, although I wasn't anxious to go inside. My mom and stepdad were most definitely back by now, and no conversation ever turned out well with them.

Finally, I gathered the nerve to walk up and open the door.

Home sweet nightmare.

(A/N got bored and drew this)

(Sorry I haven't been updating, I got grounded)

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(Sorry I haven't been updating, I got grounded)

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