The Supers(On Hold)

The Spark

The rest of the school day went by at a normal pace. I get home and run up to my room quickly so as to avoid Mara completly

I look very frustrated as I stare extremely hard at my closet in my blue laced bra and matching underwear. Since I have no friends I normally wouldn't have to worry about dress clothes or parties, therefore explaines why I am having such a hard time picking out something to wear.

' Why did I agree to this?'

I begin shuffling hangers and boxes around. It doesn't take very long for me to just give up and fall on my bed exhausted.

"I give up!" But as I lay here I think about the party and how Mara has her arm linked around Keen's arm, not that I care, with a smug, triumphed look on her face. The more I think about it the more angry I am getting, yet something more pulses through me. Heat bubbbles forth from my stomach and spreads through my body. Thinking it is just adrenaline from my anger I don't give it much thought. Suddenly, the odd sensation travels from the core of my stomach making its way to my head. Two beams of light flash from my eyes, then the senation disappears.

"Well that was weird" I reason with myself that it was only my emotions causing my imagination to run wild. I get up again to pick up where I left off for my search off a dress.

An hour and fifteen minutes later:

I am pulling up to the house of the party. The house is huge, I mean HUGE. The garage, drive way and practically the whole front yard was covered with sleek Jaguars, BMWs and Mercedes. I ease up into a "parking spot", careful not to mess up anyone's precious daddy's present, and quickly make my way to the Italian styled mansion.

I walk up the grand stairway toward the front door, at that moment I was happy that I didn't have the six inched heels that most girls would have worn to a party, but instead I had my new dark fuchsia high top Jays since I couldn't find shoes my shoes in my size of 81/2 in Mara closet full of 61/2 shoes, which is where I borrowed the rest of my outfit. My bad.

I get to the enormous door and knock. Nobody answers, which is probably due to the loud rap music in the background blasting, so I slowly open the door.

Multi-colored light flash on my eyes to the fast beat to Minem and Rihanna Numb. As I make my way through the crowd I catch the satisfied smirks of on looking available guys and glares of the girlfriends of the unavailable.

like I said before I don't like the spotlight so I look down at my feet and walk toward large bar and take a seat on one of the candy apple red, plush stools.

"Can I get the pretty lady anything?" says a very attractive bartender of the night with a grin.

"Uh, I will take a Coke"

He nods his head still grinning, "One coke coming right up."

I watch as my drink is being made. A pair of hands brush my sleeveless arm then cage me in. I feel a breath tickle my ear.

"I didn't think you would come."

"You thought wrong" I say as I turn and I am met with two gray piercing eyes and a smirk. Shocker.

"I'm glad I was wrong" Keen looked me up and down and his smirk deepened showing dimples that I didn't see there before. "You look great."

"Thanks," I purpously take my time looking him up and down just as he did. I have to say, he looked hot wearing a black button down shirt, had the top two buttons unfastened, which was form fitting showing toned muscles and semi-loose dark wash jean pants.

"You don't look too bad"

He raises a eyebrow, "Is that a compliment from the high and mighty Yalena Bolt."

"The first and the last, we wouldn't want your overly large head exploding now do we?" I tilt my head giving him a mocking concerned look.

His smirk turns into a genuine grin which completely catches me off guard, "What? Afraid you'll miss me when I am gone?"

"Here is you drink." the bartender says keeping me from contradicting Keen's accusation. I turn back around to retrieve my coke.

"So... anything... new? Keen asks me taking the seat next to me and leaning on the red marble counter to see my face..

"What do you mean?" I ask looking at him.

"Like, anything different going on with you?" As he says that he puts the emphasis on "different".

I slowly shake my head but stop with I remember the odd emotional episode in my room. Keen notices the change in my demeanor, "What is it Yalena?"

I stop zoning out and simply shrug and take a sip from my drink, "Nothing."

He looks at me hard. Opening his mouth to say something he is interrupted by a hand that lands on his shoulder.

"Hey Keen," Mara purrs in his ear.

Keen looks at me one last time and turns his attention to Mara giving his usual woman trapping smile. "Wassup Mara?"

"Everything is great now your with me," she says in a seductive tone.

I can't control myself and snort at her comment. She rips her lust filled gaze from Keen and turns to me glaring. "Oh, so you did make it, I am so glad" She says laced with sarcasm. Her glare goes from my face to my outfit, "That is my dress"

I look down at the figure hugging deep purple laced dress, then looking backing at her with a smirk, "What do you know, it is. But don't worry  Mar Mar I am your favorite sister remember? And sisters share everything, right?"

Mara's cheeks begin to pink with anger.

Keen speaks up, "That is sweet, you guys are so close."

Mara turns to Keen all signs of anger gone, "Of course! A girl's sister is a girl's best friend!"

'Feel sick' I take another sip of my drink trying to keep the puke from rising after Mara's declaration of loving sisterhood.

"Anywho, I came over to get you and introduce you to some friends of mine," She continues, looking at Keen.

"Great."

I finishing off my drink I ask for another. Keen gets up and turns to me, "Aren't you coming?"

"She wouldn't want to--"

"I would LOVE to" I say just to spite her.

Mara fumes behind Keen so he can't see her mouth three threatening words, 'You. Are. Dead'

I smile and grab my second drink and follow them toward Mara's group of followers.