Chapter 41

I walked into Spanish class and noticed both Sarah and Jordan at their seats before me. That was a first.

"Hey you two," I said as I slipped off my backpack

"Hey," Sarah replied as Jordan rummaged through her backpack. Sarah looked like she was holding back a laugh for some reason. I thought that was pretty strange and just knew it had to do with me somehow. I shrugged it off and took my seat.

Not even a minute later I felt a couple quick squirts of water hit the back of my head. I held my head and quickly turned around with a stunned expression. Jordan had a small squirt gun aimed right at me. The two of them broke out into laughter.

I scoffed in amusement as I brushed the water out of my hair.

"Seriously?" I asked as they gave each other a high five. "A water gun? What is this, third grade?"

"I told you I'd get you back!" Jordan exclaimed with a big grin as she put the gun away.

Sarah chuckled softly. "You know we were just having fun."

She then gave me the most beautiful, disarming smile that made my heart flutter. I couldn't help but smile back in response.

"Yeah," I casually replied. "I guess I should be thankful that you didn't throw eggs at me or pants me."

"Oh, both of those crossed my mind," Jordan said with a devious grin. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I sat forward again.

We soon settled into class and started taking notes of what Ms. Adanna was writing down on the whiteboard. In the back of my mind, I wondered about Nora and how she was doing. I remembered Jason pretty much swearing revenge on me, but I hoped that revenge wouldn't involve her. I mean, the guy was a complete asshole but would that carry over into his relationship? No, probably not. He was more pissed at me rather than at her.

Later on, during a spoken assignment, I found myself once again fawning over Ms. Adanna with an adoring smile on my face. I eyed her from head to toe, idly counting how many buttons were on her pink, long-sleeved blouse and the last one on her black dress pants. I couldn't understand how she always managed to look so gorgeous, even in such modest clothing. I held my head in my hand, sighing and watching her long legs slowly pace back and forth while speaking to the class.

Being in the front row made my staring pretty transparent. Ms. Adanna soon looked over at me with a curious gaze.

"Anthony?" she spoke up, causing me to snap back to reality. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Oh, yeah," I replied with a casual wave of my hand as I straightened my back. "I just had a big lunch."

"Okay," the teacher replied with a slight chuckle, "just making sure you're with us."

I heard some quiet snickering from other students. I practically felt their eyes from all across the room staring at me. And yet, I smiled contently and kept my eyes on the teacher as she went back to her lesson.

I heard Jordan lean in and whisper behind me, "Smooth!" I smirked and shook my head.

Class ended not long thereafter. It was time to move onto my Driving class. I quickly put my things away and got up with my backpack, immediately locking my eyes on Jordan to make sure she wasn't trying to soak me again. She looked up at me with an innocently playful smirk, pretending to shoot a gun at me.

"Bang-bang," she said as Sarah giggled in amusement. I smiled and wagged a finger at her, certain I'd stopped her from getting the drop on me. I then left the two girls behind and took to the hallways. Along the way, I passed by the lockers where Talia and I had our few moments of fun. I noticed the stain I had left behind was finally cleaned up. I could only laugh in amusement, wondering how awkward that must have been to clean up.

I burst out of the building with a happy sigh, after all school was almost out for the day. Being outside for fifth period was always such a tease, as I knew I'd have to go back inside the main building one last time for sixth period. Until then, I walked into our annexed classroom and took my seat while waiting for my friends to arrive.

After I set my backpack down on the floor, I heard Frank laugh as the three of them walked into class. I grinned to them as they approached me and took their seats behind me.

"Hey!" I went to speak, only to be interrupted by Frank.

"Anthony," he quickly and quietly spoke, "you have to tell us how you did that."

I was a bit stunned at the request.

"Yeah," Josh chimed in, "we didn't want to say anything about it while Nora was so upset but... man, we had no idea you could move like that!"

"We are your students," Brandon said, placing his hands together and respectfully bowing his head to me. "Teach us, o great sensei."

I quietly laughed in amusement. "Nah," I casually replied. "I'm no great sensei. It was just reflexes and luck, that's all."

"Pardon the French," Frank said, "but bull-shit. You totally kicked that guy's ass!"

I shook my head in disagreement. "I was just defending myself," I replied. "I was just upset for Nora's sake, having to deal with that idiot for a boyfriend."

Josh then turned his attention to Frank, "How is Nora doing, anyway?"

"I saw her during Chemistry," Frank said. "She seemed better than at lunch. She's still kind of upset, though." He then turned to me. "She said she was more worried about you."

"Why me?" I asked.

He shrugged. "She said she's worried about that threat Jason made to you. She thinks he's really going to follow up on it."

I sighed heavily. That wasn't what I was hoping to hear.

During our class assignment, I found myself preoccupied enough to lose focus on my work. I kept thinking about Jason and Nora. Nora was, of course, his girlfriend but how well did she know him? Did she know him enough to really know he would try to come after me again?

I then quietly sighed. Unfortunately, I had to agree with her sentiment. Sure, I had a handful of bad-ass powers now but the fear that Jason had instilled in me over the years had a grip on me. It wasn't going to just erase itself. Not unless I actually gave him a reason to back off. Again, I was not willing to fall to his level of viciousness just to make a statement. So, I was forced to play the waiting game until Jason decided to make his move. Before that happened, though, I was in for some mental unrest.