A/N: Hello readers! Sorry for the delay, I had to have the hard-drive on my laptop fixed and unfortunately, all of my pictures and documents got deleted. The good news is that all of the chapters for my fics (plus my edits/pictures) are still saved on my account so I'm really glad I didn't lose those. Once again, I want to thank everyone that reviewed, favorite and followed this story. I really appreciate all of the continued support!

Yugioh13 – Yeah, Lash is gonna continue to pursue her no matter how many times she tells him to fuck off or burns him XD Thanks! She wears a lot of pink and is extremely preppy, which automatically reminds me of Barbie lol. VixenOfMeiraz – Oh no, you're not rambling at all. I like that you've taken the time to give me some feedback. Don't worry, I'll try and work on that. I'm still planning out & coming up with ideas for Taryn as a character along with her relationship with Lash but hopefully it'll all work out. Thanks again for reviewing! lillypad432 – Thank you! :D Flowerchild23 – Oh, you can count on it. He's not gonna give up on her. The thing about Lash is that he's very persistent. When he sees something that he wants, he goes after it. And you can guess what that certain thing is XD FishShips – Thanks, I've been watching parts of the movie and studying the characters so I think I'll be able to keep them in character and believable at all times. Yeah, that's most likely gonna Lash's nickname for her along with calling her 'Armstrong,' but I hope that won't stop you from reading. If you have any other suggestions please let me know. :D


So, nothing out of the ordinary really happened the rest of the day. Well, other than Boomer finding out that Will didn't have any powers and wasted no time appointing him to Sidekick. This left him depressed the rest of the day. I didn't blame him though, now he had to tell his parents that he was a sidekick. If my parents weren't in solitary and if I had been put as a sidekick, well…. I probably would've ended up in the morgue along with Boomer.

Not wanting to think about it any longer, I stepped onto the bus and made my way towards the back. I took my iPod out of my bag and scrolled down until I found my song of choice. I smirked and closed my eyes as U +Ur Hand by Pink blared through the speakers.

Then, my little moment of relaxation was interrupted when I felt something wrap around my waist… several times. I groaned, already knowing who the very hot but extremely annoying perp was.

"Oh, God," I mumbled bitterly, opening my eyes to look at him.

"I think you mean 'Oh Lash,'" he said smugly, putting emphasis on the 'Oh' and making it sound like an urgent moan.

"I'm about five seconds away from throwing you out of the window to your death," I snapped before turning my head towards the window.

He snorted, "Really, Armstrong? You're like, what? 4'10? 4'11?"

I glared at him for a moment before clenching my fist and slamming it down onto his crotch, "For your information, I'm 5'4, asswipe."

He yelped out in pain and squeezed his eyes shut for a minute before opening them again glaring at me, "What the fuck was that for?!"

"For being a dick, as usual," I retorted.

"Please, I bet if I asked you right now, you wouldn't hesitate to let me fuck your brains out," he stated, leaning towards me until his face was just centimeters away from mine.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yes, Lash! I can hardly resist jumping on you and letting you fuck me like there's no tomorrow!"

"I knew you couldn't resist me. So, when and where, girl on fire?"

Luckily, it wasn't long before the bus arrived at the stop and I wasted no time in gathering my things and walking off as fast as possible. But, of course, Lash managed to catch up to me within seconds.

"Stop following me, Lash," I snarled, picking up the pace in an attempt to get away from him. Using his elasticity to catch up, he slid an arm around my waist and gave me a cheeky grin.

"Now what kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn't walk a beautiful lady home?" he smirked.

Since I wasn't about to risk freaking out the neighborhood by sending Lash through one of the houses, the only thing I could do was try and pry his fingers away, but he only tightened his grip on me.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance, "Lash, you're the furthest thing from a gentleman. You're many things, but a gentleman isn't one of them. You are the most arrogant, cocky, immature, insufferable-"

"You done yet?" he inquired, unfazed.

Turning my head, I noticed that we had arrived at my house, which instantly caused my eyes to widen. I knew I would never hear the end of it if Will, or God forbid, Aunt Josie and Uncle Steve saw me with Lash.

"We're here, so can you take your claws off me now, Stretch?" I huffed, wiggling in his grip.

"Fine," he said reluctantly before releasing me. Then, he brought my hand to his lips and tenderly kissed my knuckles, "See you tomorrow, milady."

I felt my face heat up as he walked away and quickly shook my head in an attempt to snap myself out of the daze I was in. I scampered up the pathway to the house, trying to push all thoughts of Lash out of my mind. Taking a deep breath, I gripped the doorknob and turned it. I was unprepared to face the music if Aunt Josie and Uncle Steve had seen me with him.

I opened the door to see Uncle Steve looking at me with his arms folded and a stern look on his face. Dammit!

"Taryn, who was that boy you were talking to?" he asked, raising a brow.

"N-no one, just some jerk from school that decided to follow me home," I replied, my face reddening with embarrassment.

"Well, he looked like bad news. You need to watch out for boys like that, Taryn. Not everyone at Sky High is a saint," Steve lectured me as he headed to the door of the sanctum. "Alright, I need to talk to Will."

I sighed and sat down at the table. I knew that Uncle Steve meant well and was just looking out for me, but I wish he wasn't so… overprotective. I guess he was just trying to be a better guardian to me than my own father was.

"So, who was that boy, anyway?" Aunt Josie said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Like I said, he's a huge pain in the ass," I mumbled.

"Come on, you can tell me," she said, setting more plates and silverware on the table.

"I'd rather not."

"Alright, alright," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "Okay, looks like dinner's almost done. Could you go get your uncle and Will for me?"

"Sure," I nodded, rising from my seat and heading towards the sanctum.


During dinner, Will looked even more depressed than before. Mostly because Steve showed him the sanctum, and since he assumed Will was already a Hero and had superpowers, he made it clear that he wanted him to be part of the Stronghold Three. I still wasn't sure if they wanted me to join them as well or go my own way as a Hero. Only time would tell.

I walked in Will's room to find that he was sitting on the roof talking to Layla. I made my way over to the window and crawled through it onto the roof.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," I teased, moving over to sit next to a still dejected-looking Will.

"Hey, Taryn," Layla greeted me with her usual cheerful smile. Will just gave me a small smile before letting out a sigh.

"Anything I can do to help?" I asked, although deep down I already knew the answer.

Will shook his head. "Not really, but thanks anyway."

"Will, you have to tell them," Layla stated.

"My parents are the greatest superheroes on the planet. Everybody expects greatness from me," he said sadly.

At that point, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in for a much needed hug, "Trust me, you're great Will."

He smiled sheepishly. "Thanks, Taryn."

Layla nodded in agreement, "And so what if you're a sidekick? It's not the end of the world. When life gives you lemons," she paused and plucked said lemon from the tree branch. I couldn't help but snicker once I saw that she had produced an apple instead.

"Make apple juice?" Will finished, chuckling a bit.

Layla looked at the apple and shook her head, "I can't make lemons, I don't know what it is."

"Yeah, but you have an awesome power," Will argued. "You could've easily made Hero with Taryn."

"If she hadn't rebelled against Boomer," I said sardonically.

Layla shrugged. "I'm not into labels. Besides, I think the whole thing is stupid. Dividing people into groups like that. I mean, what is this?"

"High school?" Will replied.

"More like hell," I mumbled, laying back and looking up at the stars.