CHAPTER 8
"A three bar...I wonder what her power is...Drake, I want you to keep her close...find out what she can do, she could prove to be very useful..." Diana sighed from Caine's bed where she was sitting, filing her nails.
"Useful? Really? Caine what is it that you're planning on doing? Taking over the world? Get real, we're just a bunch of school kids, just cos you can do weird things with your hands does not make you a super hero...or more probably super villain." Caine scowled at her.
"Look these powers, they're not normal. I don't know...I just have a feeling that this isn't gonna be the last of the strange stuff, and if something does happen, we want the freaks on our side." Drake stayed quiet, he hadn't said anything for the whole meeting; he was just lying on his bed, scowling up at the ceiling. Caine didn't ask, he didn't care. "Computer Jack?" Caine addressed the nerdy boy sitting cross-legged on the floor on his laptop. The boy looked up, blinking through giant specs. "Do you have the list?" The boy held up a scruffy list with a bunch of names on it, a number from 1-4 next to them. Caine nodded. "Have you added her to it?" The boy nodded. "Good, so, have we found out anything else about the powers, except that they all seem to involve the hands?" Diana said nothing, but filled the room with the chemical smell of nail varnish as she began painting her nails. Drake said nothing but carried on scowling at the ceiling. Computer Jack nervously raised his hand. Caine looked at him. "Yes?"
"Umm...f-from what I have discovered it seems as though the p-powers are all some sort of defence weapon." He looked at the floor bright red in the face. Caine nodded slowly.
"Yeah...seems so...right, you can go now." He dismissed him and Computer Jack scuttered out of the room without having to be told twice.
The meeting carried on but Drake wasn't listening. He didn't pay much attention at the best of times, but with his head this preoccupied there was no chance of him taking anything in. Caine could give him instructions to beat up all the students in the entire school and Drake probably wouldn't notice. The reason? He was thinking about Rose. Rose Azalea. Her name alone gave him shivers. This was not good. Drake found himself completely falling for Rose, and that meant that she was a weakness. Drake had never had any weaknesses before, that was why he purposefully distanced himself from everyone, and he wasn't about to put an end to that now. He had to do the same thing for Rose. He had to push her away. "Drake, I want you to keep her close…" Caine's words drifted into Drake's mind, one of the few things that Drake had taken from the meeting. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, this was one order he could not take from Caine.
Rose smiled to herself as she walked through the school. She did that a lot lately. Smile to herself, not walk through the school…well, she did that too, to avoid spending anymore time than necessary in her dorm. But the reason for her smile was Drake Merwin. School bully and psychopath extraordinaire. Also winner of Rose's heart. She sighed, she knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't help it, what she was feeling felt more powerful even than what she'd had with Seb, and that was saying something. But Seb was a decent guy, nowhere near as messed up as her current love interest. It was messed up, love, it really was, but there was nothing she could do about it. Not that she'd say she was in love with Drake Merwin, but she could see herself heading there. Her She bit her lip and played with her hair, looking like a love-sick schoolgirl. Which she was, she thought to herself. She laughed to herself and consolidated herself with knowing that Drake liked her back. She wondered if he was thinking of her now, and suddenly she desperately wanted to see him. Desperate; that was a good word to describe her right then. She shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts and headed to bed, comforted by thoughts of seeing the scruffy-haired beauty tomorrow.