Damn, who turned on the lights?

Note to self-- never make groans sounding like wounded seals giving birth to rocks with a hangover. Good thing attractive boys aren't anywhere around.

Crap! What if there are attractive boys!

Ow, the lights are even brighter when my eyes are open.

How come my mental notes aren't being reinforced when bright lights are involved.

Note to self -- get over mental instability where bright lights are involved.

Ugh, hospital lights. They're always the brightest type of light that you can be bombarded with as soon as your mind decides to process the thing blaring down on your closed eyes. I hate the stupid little buggers.

Ugh, what happened?

"Hello, dearie!" I could tell by the voice she was old. No one in their twenties would call someone dearie, "How are you feeling?"

"Turn off the bloody lights."

"You'll get used to them." Tough old nurse, "Now sit up and let me take your temperature."

"How bad is it, Doc? Am I gonna make it back to the home?"

"You fainted." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, it's just passing out."

"From overexherting your powers."

"Did not!" I pouted.

"Well not many people pass out after drenching the arena with fire and suddenly putting it out. Luckily that boy Peace was kind enough to carry you in."

Peace?

Lucky?

Boy?

Kind?

Carry?

... In?

"Yippee ki yay." I muttered, a thermometer immediately being jammed into my mouth.

And she kept talking.

"Principle Powers says that you are to have private lessons with someone who's powers are similar to yours so you can hone your skills, because apparently from your Power Development classes you do not know your own limits." Does that mean... no more Power Development classes? YES!

"Hey, Peace. The nurse said you don't have to sit on the uncomfortable chair anymore. She's in the office inside her office doing paperwork or something." Thankfully I wasn't wearing one of those stupid paper gowns, I was in my own clothes, minus the armor. My gym clothes. Hey, where were my actual clothes? Gym bag, where are you?

In his hand. Wow, that's embarrassing.

"How you doing?" Don't worry, he didn't sound like Joey from Friends at all, minus the lack of emotion he sounded sincere and worried.

"Aw, do you care about me?"

"No." I blinked. He said that with a completely straight face, no scowling or smirking.

"Creepy. Have you ever considered acting? You show absolutely no emotions at all."

"No."

"Is that all you know how to say?"

"No." Ah, he smirked!

"Are you dating Patriotic Boy?"

"No." His eyes twitched and his smirk disappeared.

"Are you sort of completely not really not madly in love with Patriotic Boy?" He blinked.

"I'm not going to even try to translate that."

"Your silence is all the answer I need."

He rolled his eyes.

"The nurse said you carried me in."

"Coach Boomer told me to after you fell on me." Ah, so that's who that was.

"But you stayed," Ha, deny that sucker!

"I'm wasting time."

"Meanie."

"Come on, you have ten minutes left until you have to go to third period." I groaned and leaned back, my gym clothes crinkling the paper I was forced to sit on.

"Do I have to?"

"Do you want to skip class?"

I sighed in resignation and reached for the pile of my actual clothes, I could tell they were mine because it was a clump of blue and black, and made my way to the bathroom. Aaand... his leather clad arm stopped me.

"That was a question, freshman." I raised an eyebrow at his smirk.

"This is a stupid way to skip class."

We were sitting at the back of the school, huddled in the shade, listening to his outdated iPod.

He does know some good bands, though.

"I'm sorry, did you want to go somewhere off campus?" He asked with a glare, "It's only a thousand foot drop."

"That'll seem like a dream compared to where you'll be going."

Greeaaat, the gym teacher caught us.