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Disclaimer: I own all characters except for Peter Petrelli. Story is mine, the premise (superhero powers) belongs to the TV show Heroes.
Art class was held in a pavilion that was boxed in by a half circled outside hallway, and the chairs were set up like a wedding reception, with two columns, each with four rows and five chairs in each row. Reece made it a point to sit in the back, with Max, so that they could chat without feeling guilty.
Reece put her bag down at her feet, tilting back in the fold out chair as it dug further into the grass, and she took another bite of her apple.
"Looks like we're right on time," she said between chewing, and then tossed the apple to Max just as Mr. Janss approached the podium at the front of the semi-circle. Max caught the apple and took a bite himself, procuring a notepad and pen from his backpack.
"Today I am giving your midterm assignment."
There was a collective groan from the class. Mr. Janss sighed, over dramatizing his frustration, and cleared his throat.
"It sneaks up on you, kids, I mean it. Don't think that just because we're only a few weeks in you don't have to work. You gotta be sharks, this year. You gotta be…" He droned on, but Reece was not listening.
Instead, she was mimicking almost every word of his speech to Max, who was trying not to laugh too obviously.
The boy that sat in the row ahead of them, Trevor Buck, heard Max and turned around, whispering loudly, "Shut up, freak show."
Max straightened, and his laughter stopped immediately; he shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, purposefully not making eye contact with Reece.
For he knew that Reece was in the process of glaring at Trevor, which she was without subtlety; she narrowed her eyes, leaning forward in her chair and resting her elbows on her knees, taking a slow bite out of her apple and watching Trevor's neck as she chewed. Then, she threw the apple carelessly to her side, and Max lunged out to catch it. It was then that Reece suddenly kicked the back of Trevor's chair, sending him face first into the person in front of him.
Max was on the ground, just underneath Trevor's chair, guiltily holding the apple.
"Sorry," Reece said loudly, "Max dropped his apple and he accidentally hit Trevor's chair. Sorry buddy," she grinned crookedly and tapped the back of his overturned chair, pulling it back upright.
Trevor blinked, unsure of whether he should say anything back, but he finally stood up and resumed his seat. As soon as Mr. Janss was no longer paying attention he turned around and whispered harshly, "I'm not a gentleman, Addler. I hit girls."
Reece raised her brows, snorting, "I'm not sure you should be proud of that fact, Buck. Turn around," she pushed the back of his chair once roughly with her foot, and he jumped, turning back around and muttering something that sounded like 'you're so dead'.
Max had been watching in horror the whole time, but he did not say anything for the rest of class.
It was a single period, so after forty minutes the bell rang and students began to move to their next class; Max caught Reece's hand just as it reached for her backpack.
She groaned, rolling her eyes, "I can't take another lecture, Max."
He stuttered, "R-Reece, come on, you can't do stuff like that to Trevor Buck. He's on the football team, and he's definitely beat up girls before—."
"Are you gonna put me in time out? Because, if you're not, I have class." Reece grabbed her backpack and stood up, looking amused.
"Socially reckless. You are socially reckless, Ro." Max shook his head, picking up his own backpack.
"I didn't know you cared so much, Mr. Baxter," she smirked and shoved his shoulder as she walked past him, stepping into the outside corridor and turning right, walking towards her next class. Max called out after her, but she offered only a wave of the hand. Sometimes he could be too socially conscious for her taste.
Her next class was English, with Mrs. Robbins. It was the one class she shared with Warren Castrade, and Sam never let her forget it. She usually received a text message just before class from Sam; ever the reliable, Reece felt her phone vibrate just as she turned the corner. Smiling, she pulled her phone out and flipped it open, reading the text message as she walked into the classroom:
Eye candy alert, eye candy alert! Don't stare too much, blow him a kiss for me!
xoxo- Sam
Reece began texting back, but there was a shadow blocking her view; she looked up, to find the looming height of one Mariella Fitzgerald hovering over her. Reece blinked, politely offering, "excuse me…" but the girl would not move. She stared Reece down, arms crossed and hip slightly sticking out, but Reece did not stare back. Instead, she stepped around the girl, putting her phone away as she did.
Mariella shot one last glare across the classroom as she took her seat, and Reece looked back, confused.
"Don't worry about Mariella. She's always mad at someone," the boy next to her quipped, and then turned to look at his book. He had a disheveled mane of dark almost black hair that was just a bit longer in the front, as it swept across his forehead and dipped down into his brown eyes. Reece had never seen him before. Was he in the grade above her?
She considered him, staring at his face as he stared at his book.
"Can't imagine why she'd be so mad at me," she said curiously, and then tore her gaze from the boy, opening her own textbook.
The boy did not respond, nor did he say another word to her for the rest of class. Once the bell rang he was off before she could even ask for a name. Reece left the classroom after everyone else, taking her time as she walked towards the courtyard. She had class with Sam, and then the day was over.
Suddenly remembering that tonight was the night her older brother, Micheal, was bringing his girlfriend over for dinner. Reece grimaced, tugging the strap of her bag and stepping out into the courtyard; she hated meeting Mickey's girlfriends.