USM: Broken Sun

Chapter Three: School, Friends, and Transformers?

One Week and a Day Later

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You know most kids get woken up by an alarm clock. They have no idea how good they got it. Especially when it's your sister experimenting with a blender on the one day you need beauty rest. Not cool.

At all.

On any level.

For real.

What an Asshole.

I was out of my bed and into a fighting stance that would make any ninja jealous. I rubbed my head and opened the door to the sounds of two people yelling over one another.

"HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE QUEEN?"

"MAKING BREAKFAST WHEN THE FUC-STUPID BLENDER EXPLODED!"

"HOW THE HELL DOES A BLENDER EXPLODE ALL OVER MY KITCHEN?"

"CAN YOU TWO BE ANY MORE LOUDER?" I yelled downstairs. If this was my morning, this is a promising start to a wonderful day.

A woman in all black with pink splatters came and looked up. "Sorry Mason. I was going to make you breakfast then it exploded all over the kitchen."

"Thanks for trying Queen." I smile down at her.

"Don't thank her. She just caused me to have to do more work than necessary today."

I just stared at the two as they glared at one another.

Queen with her blonde half-shaved hair with a green streak was in a black leather jacket and black leather pants. The only thing besides the smoothie that ruined her look was the worn out sneakers that she had for a long time and were literally falling apart. She was a young SHIELD agent, according to Anala, sent to watch over us until my parents were found. She said she failed her last assignment and was sent to protection of a almost sixteen year old billionaire and sister as a punishment. Which she actually didn't mind doing.

Anala was in her new orange dress shirt and black pants and orange high heels. She was wearing a silver necklace with a star charm and earings. She must have a meeting or something because she usually wears jeans and a t-shirt. Anala works part-time in the IT department of Rand Industries, a rival of Sdentato Incorporated. It angered our dad just a bit, because he has offered her a high up position in our company and she refused. But I knew why she didn't accept it. She wanted to earn her spot and not get it for her family ties.

"Okay. Tell me when your wedding is going to be and I'll be there. I have school today." I yawned.

"Italian accent?"

"How about no? Could give her away."

"And Mason Dusk doesn't? Who names their kid Mason Dusk? That's worse then Styxianna Key."

I closed the door to their arguing and snickered. They so were made for one another. I pulled out my outfit and got dressed. I put on a white Transformers tank top, black jeans, and a white pair of shoes before snagging my black backpack and opened up the little wooden jewelry box I kept the pendant in. I grew warm in my hand as I put it on that spread throughout my body as I put it on, obviously appeased I was already wearing black and white. Damn black and white clothes.

You may have noticed the black and white clothes thing. I'll explain.

After the freaky dream I had, every item of clothing I owned had turned black or white. Anala had sighed in frustration when she discovered this and had even kept a few outfits away from me, just in case of emergency. I told her I didn't mind, they were just clothes, but she said it would make me a target to hunters and bad guys looking for Nightwatcher. Bitch please. They are just clothes.

It's totally normal for that to happen by the way. Didn't matter for me, I always wore white and black.

I groaned. Over the past week Fyre had suddenly decided to come into my head. I had asked Hatshepsut about it after the first day and she explained it to me. All Nightwatchers get the last one in their head as 'guidance'. So I got Fyre in my head and she was annoying. Could I just get Antigone or Ionia instead of you?

know you're going to be late unless you hurry. Flight lesson?

Um, how about, no?

Jerk.

"Shit, I'm late!" Why did you have to pick the one coffee shop that was busy? I thought you grew up in New York, Fyre?!

I did. Didn't think it had boomed in three years.

You died two years ago. Where the hell were you before that? Fucking space?!

...

You're joking.

...

Does every part of my life have to revolve around the final frontier?!

Yes. Shut up and get to school.

Fyre cut off the conversation quickly as I ran to the front of Midtown High. It was a large building, so alot of people went here. I didn't know if there was a bus in the area and my sister needed the car. Queen had been cleaning up the kitchen when I came down and suggested I get something to eat. Fyre had suggested a small coffee shop close to the school but there was the hugest line I had ever seen. Now I was rushing here and was going to be late.

"Wait!"

The doors slammed shut as I reached the bottom of the steps. Fuck.

I walked up and tried to look in, but got a face full of door. Fuck, again. I cursed under my breath and held my nose which hurt like hell. I swear if it's broken, someone's gonna die a painful death.

"Are you okay?"

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

Oh my god, he's hot.

Um, Well...

No he is. He is!

He had golden hair that fell to his shoulders, giving off the surfer dude vibe, green eyes that looked like the leaves on nearby trees in New York, really buff arms, and a surfer due outfit of a green t-shirt, cargo pants, and sandals. He obviously was attractive, just not my type.

Wait, do I even have a type?

Dark skinned, green eyed boys if I recall.

Get out of my fucking head.

I realized he was still waiting for an answer. "Oh yeah! Totally fine. Just got hit with a door but fine."

He held the door open. "Come on in. I'll take to the nurse's office."

I shook my head and let my numb nose go. I remembered Anala's words. A moderate healing factor. "Nah, I've had alot worse. Broke my arm by falling off a roof once. That was painful." I pulled out a small mirror from my backpack and looked at my nose. No swelling, blood, or bruising. It was just painful hit.

He nodded and closed the door behind him. "I haven't seen you here before."

I put the mirror away and smiled. "New student." I stuck out my hand. "Mason Sde-Dusk." I corrected myself before I could make a huge mistake.

He looked at me weirdly then accepted it. "Danny Rand. Nice necklace." He pointed out.

I looked down to see it had grown a tiny bit smaller and was shining brightly. "Yeah, it's a family thing."

He looked around at the empty hallways. "Want me to show you around?"

I smiled. "I'd love that. Just let me check something." I pulled my schedule out of my backpack and looked at it. I had a free period first (Thank the gods!), followed by Science, Math (Ick!), Gym, Lunch, History, and English.

"You have a lot of classes with Luke and I."

I looked over at him with fear. "Are you always nosey?!"

He smiled. "No, I just wanted to help. You have History and English with me and Math with Luke. Everything else we all have together."

I stared straight forward as we walked towards the cafeteria. I don't know why, but Danny reminded me of someone I knew. Wasn't any of my family nor Queen, so I wasn't sure who. None of my 'friends' from Italy were like this and most of the Nightwatchers had a stick up their butts regarding me.

I realized we had stopped by someone who was in their locker, grabbing a book. He had darker skin and his black hair was buzz cut close to his head. His dark brown eyes looked tired like he had a late night studying. He looked really good in a beige hoodie with light blue jeans he wearing. Plus he was freaking huge. In both ways. He was pretty buff and had to be six feet tall. Freaking giant.

Well, everyone's giant to my five feet tall. Yay genetics.

"Hey Luke." The giant turned to us and tried to get rid of his tired looks. "This is Mason. She's new."

Luke raised an eyebrow and looked at me. "Your name's Mason?"

I shrugged. "Dad wanted a boy. It doesn't bother me."

He closed the locker and smiled. May I be the first to say people with African American heritage have the most wonderful smiles? They make you want to melt. "Welcome to Mid town High, Shorty."

Today was going okay so far.

"Okay kids listen up!"

I snapped myself out of my sleeping desires at the coach's voice. It was about space dragons and chimeras that talked, so I think it may be better I was woken up. I had gotten through most of the day and I was ready to fall asleep. Danny, Luke, and I were sitting on the bleachers with other kids waiting for the coach to finish role call. Danny and Luke had introduced me to Peter Parker and a few others over the course of the day, so most of the class I knew.

"We're going to play badminton again today." Everyone groaned or cursed under their breath. "Partner up!"

It really wasn't much of a surprise that I didn't have a partner. Danny looked over and turned to Luke to say something when a birdie came towards me. I snatched it out of thin air and turned to the person who threw it.

A short haired sandy blonde was standing there with a huge smirk on her face. Her blue eyes looked almost violet in the light and she was built muscularly. "C'mon kid. We're gonna play some badminton."

I raised an eyebrow but went with her anyways. She was humming a tune as we walked and I could feel all the apologetic looks I was getting. Why did I have a feeling I was getting screwed over?

We stood at the center court and I looked at her. "Name's Morgan by the way." She threw over her shoulder as she held another birdie in her hands. Her eyes turned dark as she looked at me. "Ready?"

I gulped and nodded. She planted her feet and grinned like a Cheshire cat. I glared back and stood ready.

She nodded at my readiness and send the birdie flying. The serve was fast but was able to snap it back just as fast. She looked surprised but delivered it with a more determined look. I served it back with just as much skill as she had first served it. She narrowed her eyes, obviously displeased I had knocked her off her pedestal.

I don't if it was my competitive nature or the fact I had superhuman reflexes, but I never missed a serve. She had gotten frustrated after the fifth time I sent it back and delivered a hard hit that hurt my wrist. I hissed but ignored it.

Let me get this clear: I have never played any sport besides gymnastics and soccer (heh heh, cliché).

Her eyes narrowed as she turned her swings harder and faster as each of her hits returned. She was testing limits and weaknesses and me the same. We were waiting for someone to make a mistake that they could latch onto.

My wrist was starting to hurt more and more but I put it off. Moderate healing factor and superhuman durability remember? I needed to beat her to prove to myself I could be a Nightwatcher and that I wasn't a scared little girl who had just randomly picked up something and became something I couldn't be.

Getting ahead of myself. It's a game. Not, the freaking World Cup or something.

Twenty-three (Fyre was counting) minutes after we had started, I managed to surprise everyone, including myself. I had noticed how she favored her left side a bit to much and waited for the perfect opportunity. She had sent a fast hit and I had returned it but had staggered. She sent another one and I put any strength I had left into the hit and aimed to the right. It soared in the opposite direction of how she went and landed.

It was silent with me on my knees staring at the birdie. Morgan was wide-eyed as she stared at me then a laugh burst forth. "Good job Mason."

I groaned and leaned back onto the floor. "I'm not getting up." I muttered and closed my eyes. The bell rang seconds later and someone gently kicked me. I opened an eye to stare at Danny and Luke. "I said I'm not getting up."

Luke rolled his eyes and helped me up anyway. "Nice game. No one's ever beaten Morgan, not even me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? 'Cause her hits aren't that bad."

Danny laughed. "Say that to your wrist."

I looked down to see it was red and was numb. Damn. I looked at Morgan's retreating back and wondered how the hell she was that good.

I walked by myself into the cafeteria. Obviously I was in the locker room longer than I expected.

I sighed as I stopped in front of the doors and sighed. At least this was a good quiet moment in a hectic day. I leaned to open the door but got a face full of door for the second time today. Holy fuck! Am I cursed with doors today? I started to fall backwards but a hand grabbed my aching wrist.

I looked up at who had grabbed me. And damn, I was not disappointed. It was a boy with tanned skin and short black hair. His eyes were a blue green color that almost look like the Mediterranean Sea that her family would visit. He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt with jeans that brought out his eyes. He was hot and I think I agree with Fyre here, he was my type.

But for all I know he could be a total jerk.

He smiled devilishly. "You seem to be having a tripping day."

I found myself laughing and shaking my head "You have no idea."

He helped me stand up and I rubbed my wrist subconsciously. He was about five eight, making him about (excuse this) a head above me. He looked at me and pointed to my shirt. "You like Wheeljack from Transformers?"

I looked down and smiled. The tank top was entirely white with Wheeljack in the center, holding two swords. The words 'I'm going to Jack up that paint job' were in red and green. I didn't expect anyone to notice it but apparently this kid did. "Yeah but he's not my favorite. My name's Mason Dusk."

"Sam Alexander. What to come in and eat?"

The cafeteria was loud and full of noise. I could feel my stomach shriveling up in disgust as I got closer to the lunch line. It looked like it was hamburger day. This did not make things better since the burger looked like it was burned then placed between two soggy buns.

I took my plate and looked for a spot. Sam took me by arm and pointed towards a back table with a bunch of kids I already recognized. "Why don't you come sit with us?"

Um... What? I looked over who was there. Danny and Luke sat side by side and were talking to the girl who was sitting there, book in front of her face. Peter sat with MJ Watson, Harry Osborn, and Morgan and was talking to them too. Morgan had her feet on the table and was looking amused at the Jello she was eating.

"Come on, you owe me for hitting me with that door." Sam said with a grin. I could feel a matching grin arise.

"Is everyday like this?"

Sam shrugged. "Normally there's an explosion or two but that's-"

Then half the cafeteria blew up.

What the actual fuck.

YAY! DANNY, LUKE, AND MASON! BROTP!

Oh and I think I have a fetish for hitting people Mason with doors.

I also saw the 17 minute preview for GotG. IT WAS AMAZING! Heh heh, Chris Pratt is amazing and Rocket's a darling.

I took influence from Watchers by Lynnie Purcell for Mason VS. Morgan's Badminton game.

PS This took eight pages to write on the computer out of the twenty pages I've done so far. And I literally started yesterday.

NEXT TIME: Okay, Mason OFFICIALLY finds her familiar, three new villains, and Mason and Morgan try to act like heroes

~PoetryNeedsANewName~