Violet hadn't seen that boy in any of her other classes throughout the rest of the day. She might've shared a lunch with him, except for the fact that there was a woman getting mugged across the street by three tall men in black coats. So she had donned her mask and did away with the civies rather quickly in order to take care of it. She could've easily taken them, and so did the first two guys, but the last one ran off at the first sign of her. It took a little more than five minutes to trace him down, and another three to subdue him. And then, of course, she had to return the woman's belongings and get out the hell out of dodge before the police showed up.

Though, the disappearing act of that whole shebang was a lot easier for someone like her who can actually disappear.

The point of the story is that by the time she got back to school she'd missed out on lunch and was late to another class. Again. Violet wasn't sure she'd ever felt so awkward walking into a class late. Fate had deemed it necessary to give her biology... with Mrs. Adler. As it is with most teachers, it's not that Mrs. Adler is a bad person (though Violet thinks she might be). She's just a really bad teacher (Mrs. Adler's students had nicknamed her the Bio Nazi).

The closest she'd come to seeing that boy from last year was his friend from this morning. Vi had to sit next to him for biology as it was the only seat left unoccupied by the rest of the class. When she went to ask the boy what she'd missed because of her tardiness, he leered at her and waggled his eyebrows. Vi decided that she really didn't need to know. She never asked for his name.

It was after school now. Students were milling about the school grounds either waiting for the buses or parents to pick them up, or just to socialize. A couple of jocks dressed in the red and gold colors of Metroville Senior High School were tossing a football back and forth. There were preppy girls wearing short skirts twirling their hair as they flirted with upperclassmen. There was the faint smell of mowed grass, and the deep bass coming from the speakers of someone's car. Vi stood waiting on the sidewalk by the road for her brother Dash. For once, she was there early. Rather than partaking in Dash's favorite past-time of pacing back and forth, she just stood there, loosely holding a few books, people watching.

She wondered briefly what was holding her brother up when she saw her new biology partner standing with that other boy across the quad, laughing at something.

Then something blurred into her vision, blocking her way. Something short, with blond hair, and a loud attitude.

"VI!" Dash shouted excitedly, throwing something up in her face. "Look!"

She took the sheet of paper before it gouged out her eyes and read it over. It was a flier for the boys track team. It read, "Some people don't have the guts for long distance racing. Do you? Try out for the boys track team-" and then it listed separate dates for the modified, JV, and Varsity teams. Beneath those was a section of the paper that could be detached- a form that had to be filled out, asking for a name, age, birthday, grade, any hobbies or jobs that might get in the way, medical history, and a parent signature. It was a pretty standard form.

She looked up from it. Dash was bouncing around on the balls of his feet sporting a wide grin. Violet was unimpressed.

"So?" Dash asked impatiently.

"So what?" Violet answered, handing back the paper. She took a peek at her watch to check the time. Their mother was late. It seemed like everyone was today.

Dash huffed out hot air, snagging the flier from her hands. "So what do you think?" he asked hopefully. "Can I do it?"

Violet rolled her eyes as she looked at him. "Of course you could do it," she began. "It's not a question of 'can' you do it. You're the fastest person I know." Her brother looked almost elated before she continued. "What you should be asking is if you 'should' do it."

Dash blinked, seeming to calm down a little as he nervously asked, "So do you think that I should do it?"

Violet paused a moment before saying anything. "No, Dash. I don't think that's a good idea." His eyebrows furrowed in a question. Her voice was gentle as she tried to explain in a lower tone, "We're Supers; you'd be at an unfair advantage. Even more than that, though, we have a responsibility to this city. What if something else happens and we're needed? What if something happens and you're distracted because of a track game-"

"-A track meet." Dash interrupted, gripping the flier loosely at his side. His foot was tapping on the ground.

"A track meet," Vi agreed. "What if you're distracted because of a track meet? Or what if you're distracted while racing and used your powers? Then we'd all be exposed."

"That's not going to happen!" Dash denied, holding a hand up as if to say stop. "I know what I'm doing, Vi. I'm not going to expose our powers. I want this. I want to be on the team. Both teams- I can play it safe. Why can't I be a Super and be on track in my downtime?"

"Dash-" Violet started sympathetically.

"-LOOK OUT!" Violet looked over just in time to watch the football the jock were tossing around earlier smash into the window of a navy blue minivan with a loud crash. Her mother's minivan.

She and her brother gaped at the scene for a moment before dropping their conversation and running over. The whole front window was knocked out, broken glass scattered across the inside seats, the dash, and the hood of the van. Their mother wasn't in the vehicle. In fact, she wasn't really anywhere near the vehicle. It was here, but she wasn't. One of the football players rushed over while the others were all laughing at what just happened. The other students had also taken to looking over at them.

"I'm so sorry!" the boy apologized profusely. He was tall with close cropped muddy brown hair and freckles dotting his nose. "I wasn't watching what I was doing when I threw the ball- Please don't call my parents!"

Dash looked at Violet helplessly, leaving it to her to sort out the situation. "Um," Violet wasn't exactly sure what to say. She'd never exactly been in a situation like this before. Usually her parents were the ones to take care of the trouble. "It's- it's fine." She looked over the damage. She hoped it was fine. "Just give me your phone so I can give my family a call."

The boys eyes widened. "Oh! Right, right! Of course," he fumbled around in his pocket for a minute. He handed her a smartphone and then took to sticking his hands in his pockets. The boy scuffed his foot around on the pavement and watched as she dialed Lucius. It rang three and a half times before he picked up.

"Hello?" Lucius' voice was polite and somewhat distracted.

"Hi Uncle Lu, it's Violet." She always began public conversations this way as a means to letting the other person on the phone know that she couldn't mention anything Super, otherwise she'd just say hi. "Listen, we were waiting for a mom to come pick us up and her minivan's here, but she's not. Is it safe to assume she got a call in to work?" There weren't really any work calls made, unless her father had called her mother to let her know of something that needed both of their attention.

Lucius' voice was a lot more friendly when he realized who he was talking to, "Yeah kiddo. They both got called in- your mom and pop. I'm on my way there too, in fact."

Through her end Violet could hear what sounded like the rush of wind and the cracking of ice. He must be in full Frozone uniform. "Do you need our help?"

Lucius chuckled, "Nah. I think we've got this, but it's going to be a while. Would you be fine with finding another way to get home?"

Violet looked at her brother in a silent question and he nodded. "Yeah, we'll be fine, but..."

"But what?"

"But mom's van isn't." Violet switched the phone to her other ear as she tucked her hair behind the first one. "There was a bit of an accident involving a football. The whole window's smashed out. What should we do?"

The football player in question looked on anxiously as the three of them surveyed the damage again while waiting on Lucius' answer. "Don't worry about it. Just get yourselves home and I'll give your mother and Bob a call. We'll take care of it."

"Ok, Lucius. Thanks."

"Bye Vi."

They hung up. The football player took his phone back apprehensively.

"It's fine," Violet consoled. "Really. We just need to get a ride back," she looked towards Dash as she said this.

It was then that the football player burst out in a sigh of relief, "That's great, really. God, I'm so sorry about all this, but I'm just so glad that I'm not in any trouble." The boy stuck out a hand for her to shake as he introduced himself, "My name's Sam. Hey- Let me give you two a ride. I owe you both for this and I was already planning on busing back a couple of the guys anyways." He motioned towards a huge red truck with a couple of the guys from earlier hanging around. "Not much room in the front, but there's a party in the back that you're welcome to join."

Before Vi could say anything, Dash had already agreed. The next thing she knew, she'd climbed up into the bed of the truck and was sitting down between two of the guys. Her brother sat up towards the front. The back window of the truck had been opened, and the football player from earlier-Sam-stuck his head out. He looked towards the boy on her left. "Are Tony and Dave coming, John?"

"Yeah, they just texted me. They'll be here in a few."

Sam smiled, "Alright." He then looked over at her and then at Dash. "I'm gonna drop these guys off first, though. One of you two just let me know which roads to take as we go, okay?"

Dash nodded with a wide grin. The sun glinted off his hair in an almost blinding sheen, so Violet looked away. As they were waiting, the boy on her right took a sudden notice to the paper still stuck in Dash's fingers. "Dude, is that the try-out sheet for the track team? You think you got what it takes?" Dash's grin turned into a full blown smile as he looked over at the older boy, before it faltered into something on the verge of polite. "No," Dash lied, though only Violet knew. "I just grabbed this for a friend." Dash frowned as he continued, "I hate running."

The boy on her right shrugged his shoulders somewhat apologetically, as if to say Sorry you're not a runner. "Eh, well, I guess it's not for everyone. But I love it."

Other voices began to encroach upon their conversation.

"Who the hell gives this much fucking homework on the first day of school?" one exclaimed.

"I don't know," said the other. "Math teachers? I don't really care."

"Of course you don't care!" the first one burst out. "You're not the one taking goddamn algebra!"

It was then the two boys came into view, having been walking towards the truck from behind Violet. The truck rocked a little as the two boys clambered up. It was her biology lab partner and that other cute boy from her English class.

"That's because I already passed that class in ninth grade, as did everyone else in our grade."

"Just because I'm not some fucking genius math wiz-" her science partner finally noticed her. "What the hell are you doing here?" The other boy then noticed her as well and his cheeks darkened a little, though they might've already been that way from the sun. She hesitatingly opened up her mouth to reply but Dave snapped back into the conversation. "Never mind. I don't care. Just tell Tony that I'm right and he's a loser."

The boy on her right rolled his eyes. John, the boy on her left, broke into their conversation, "It's about time you two got here! Stop bickering about school and sit down. I want to go."

Tony-she knew his name now- sat down across from her, next to her brother, and her bio partner sat next to him. "Not to be rude or anything," he began as he looked towards her and then her brother. "But what are you two doing here?"

"Sam smashed the window of their car and offered to give them a ride," track boy on her right answered for them.

"It was an accident!" Sam bellowed from the front as he started up the car. Violet wasn't too sure that riding in the bed of a truck like this was legal.

"Sure sounds like an accident. Just get the hell on the road!" came Dave's reply. He looked over at her again. "So, I know we have English and science together, but I don't know your name. I'm David."

The boy on her right then jumped in, "And I'm Mark."

"Johnny," came from the boy on her left.

Sam pulled out of the school's parking lot and began driving down the main road. The rush of wind tangled in Violet's hair, somewhat reminiscent of her nights running across the rooftops, or using her powers to slightly levitate through the sky. The road beneath the truck was a little bumpy, and as a result it's passengers were jostled around. Her left shoulder knocked into Johnny's, on her left. Violet took a quick look around for something to hang onto. Dash was giving Sam directions through the window.

David blinked at both of the boys. He had to speak up a little to be heard over the motors of other cars and the plethora of other city sounds as well as the wind, "You've been sitting in the car with two strangers for who knows how the hell long, and you never thought to introduce yourselves? What the fuck-" Mark ahemed, cutting in, and then bobbed his head towards the clearly younger boy, Dash, sitting towards the front. Dave amended himself, "-I mean, what in tarnation- is wrong with you? For chrissakes, I swear you have no manners!"

"Says the one with the sailor's mouth." Mark mocked, leaning back against the truck and crossing his arms.

Dave just smirked.

Tony took that moment to introduce himself, "My name's Tony. We have English Lit together, right?" As if she hadn't noticed he'd been staring at her earlier. As if he hadn't noticed she'd noticed him staring at her. Of course they had English Lit together.

Violet's stomach twisted a little. "Yes," she grabbed at a stray piece of hair that'd whipped across her face from the wind. "I'm-"

"-Violet Parr. We had a class together for part of last year, too." His eyes were staring at hers intensely, so she looked away and nodded.

"And that's my brother Dash." Dash just turned in recognition a little before looking back and continuing to give directions to Sam through the window. There were cars honking all around them as the truck started to slow. Other drivers were giving them weird looks, but they hadn't been stopped yet.

There was a lull in the conversation as they all just got into the motion of the vehicle. If it was possible, the traffic seemed to become even slower than it was before, before it suddenly came to a stop.

"Dude, what's the hold up?" Mark asked, shouting so as to be heard by Sam.

"I dunno," Sam called back. "There's something going on up ahead!"

This led to everyone in the vehicle standing up and peeking over the roof of the truck. There were other people getting out of cars or leaning out of their windows so they could get a better look. Violet caught it at just about the same time as everyone else, a quick flash of red as it was catapulted through the air, but it was from Tony that the obvious answer came.

"Supers."

AN

Oh ye of little faith,;I know what I'm doing. And yeah, this is going to be a little AU since I haven't watched the movie in forever- okay, it's probably going to be a lot AU, but you'll have to keep reading to know for sure, right? A little more dialogue here than before, I think, but it was needed- the next chapter's going to be a little more descriptive than usual, and there were some things here that I needed to get through. I'm going to try to post a chapter or two every weekend, but we'll see how that goes. I'm getting butchered in school right now. I hate the educational system. In any case...

Shout out to The Abberant One and awesome for leaving a comment- Thanks a million guys!

Concolor 44: Thanks for your thoughts. As I stated earlier, it probably is going to be a little AU. I'm basing what I can off memory, and this is going to be following after the movie. To be clear, Violet and Tony haven't really met before. This begins somewhere at the end of the movie. That's the idea for now, anyway, though I know that it's not particularly specified by my writing yet.

TsukiyoTenshi: You're right. They haven't really met yet, or have gone on a date. Just trust me a little that they will- I have an idea about where this is going and this all eventually make sense.

Superfan 44: Of course I'd take your thought into a little consideration! It was a pretty cool idea. I can't make any promises just yet, but I'm definitely thinking on it and playing with the idea. I'm hoping to update once or twice every weekend, so I hope that's soon enough for you. Thanks for leaving a comment!

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