Superhuman [Book 1]

22 || Ally

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I sighed, looking around the empty kitchen. I was sitting alone at the table, a slice of cold pizza in hand. The watch on my wrist flashed midnight. I'd been napping for four days, and sleep didn't seem like it was going to come any time soon.

"You're up early," a voice called, and I pivoted my head. There stood Kyle, leaning against the counter top.

"What do you want?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. Out of all of Alliot, Kyle had gained my trust the least.

"Cold pizza," Kyle said, reaching to grab the pizza out of my hands. I pulled it back, growling.

Kyle smirked, tilting his head. His throat shifted into that of a lion, and he growled with the voice of the big cat.

"Showoff," I murmured. He smirked back. "Seriously, though, why are you up? What do you want?" I asked bitterly.

"I heard you get up and go to the kitchen, and I just wanted to ask you something," Kyle said, pulling out the chair across from me and sitting down.

"What could you possibly have to say to me?" I asked, looking him down suspiciously.

"What's up between Jack and Zane?" He asked, his face fading into seriousness.

"What?" I practically shouted, and he put a finger to his lips.

"Be quiet, you'll wake people up."

"Did I hear you right? I think I'm going deaf, because there is no way you just asked me that," I said, and he frowned.

"It's just that... I really like her, you know? And since the two of you are such good friends, I thought-"

"I nearly killed her. We're besties," I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, but..." he sighed, "I just want to make sure she's not seeing anyone before I ask her. If I ask her," Kyle said. I shot him a questioning look.

"We're fighting the apocalypse, Kyle. There's no time for dating. Besides, what made you think she was seeing Zane? Are you, like, high or something?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. He shrugged, smiling slightly.

"Maybe just a little bit," he joked, standing up. "Thanks, Ly."

"Whatever, dorkwad," I said, smirking. Kyle pushed in his chair and left the room. I shrugged my shoulders, biting once again into my cold pizza.

Mr. Bonum stood at the front of the class, discussing the difference between Mexican Poppies and Rattleboxes. I nodded occasionally, pretending to be listening. Zane had apparently given up on learning completely, drawing a border around eight territories. It looked like a map of the arena from training. A circular plateau in the middle, a volcano, the city, my meadow, his quarry, Sam's tundra, Tommy's desert, Kyle's ocean, it was all there. It great detail, too.

The door suddenly burst open, and Mr. Bonum stopped speaking immediately. There was Super with Piers standing behind him.

"Mr. Bonum, I apologies for interrupting your classroom, but Alliot currently has more pressing problems." Out of the corner of my eye, I swear I saw Sam smirk. It was no secret that this class was ungodly boring.

"Of course, Super. We'll discuss this later on, okay?" Mr. Bonum said, grinning. I nodded again. Zane stood from his seat and began to follow Super, and the rest of us, including Piers, followed suit.

The hallway seemed to stretch on longer today, but perhaps that was because I didn't sleep the night before. I rubbed my eyes, continuing to walk forward. The ten of us walked into the library, turning at the not-so-secret door into Super's office.