Puberty For Superheroes.

Chapter 14 - Elizabeth Goodwin

She was lost in a flavor of delicious food. Well, fish and chips with mushy peas was her favorite dish; the peas was boiled then mashed with salt, pepper, lemon zest and butter. The fish was puffy, golden brown crisp coating, and along with a side of french fries.

But Britain call french fries, chips.

"So how is lunch? I hope I didn't burn or add to much salt to anything." Candice complained. She dabbed her white napkin on her pink lips before placing it in her lap. He wavy brown hair glowed under the lighting, her dull blue eyes held entertainment like she was watching a cricket match.

"It's scrumptious and delicious! This food is the best that I've ever had." Elizabeth commented quickly. A bit to quickly too. Like she didn't even process the question in her head before she answered.

"Mom, this is great. Thank you." Wesley complimented. He leaned his head over the table to gaze at his mother. His icy blue eyes seemed agitated but passionate. His eyes was rare too; not like his mother's that was dull blue or his father's whom was darker.

"It's very good." Scott said besides Elizabeth. He returned his attention back to the fish and chips. His green eyes stayed glued to his food. His eyes was rare as well; a deep green like the mysterious forest. His aura kicked off a bitter atmosphere and his body was ridged.

"Honey, everything you cook is perfect." Phillip soothed her. He placed his hand on top of hers; both of their fingers rubbed against each other as they held eye contact.

Elizabeth kept her head down and her undivided attention was on the amazing food in front of her. At first, she was crazy skittish when Scott sat next to her. She felt intimated, worried and vulnerable, like she will destroy the friendship between the Lockets and the Jones if she does one little thing wrong.

If anything, she felt like she was in an arranged marriage that she didn't know about. She wanted nothing to do with this lunch, basically, she was dragged into this.

"Mr and Mrs Jones, I truly and absolutely appreciate the amazing lunch you prepared and Mr Locket demanded to me that I have to be home before five." Elizabeth explained in a tiny voice. She chewed on her bottom lip and her palms turned clammy.

"Well, I'm delighted that you came over to have lunch with us. I hope you come over again soon." Candice said heavy hearted, like she really wanted Elizabeth to stay as her own daughter.

"Wesley will escort out and Scott will receive your horse." Phillip ordered more than stated.

Both of his sons nodded and went to work. Scott was out he door before Wesley could extend his hand to Elizabeth. Like a gentleman, he guided her to the door with her hand in his. It was a rough sandpaper and a silk cloth pressed together; her hand stared to sweat and his icy blue eyes glued to her with a cocked eyebrow.

'Stop sweating! Omg! No!' Her thoughts yelled.

"You did great. At least you didn't bring up the top the topic about politics. She hates that. I know you're nervous." Wesley whispered once he guided her outside. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and she instantly removed her hand from her.

"Hey guys," Scott said. "I got to say, your horse a perfect purebred of a Portuguese Lusitano." He tugged on Glace's black reins, to guide him on the road. He rubbed his hand on the horse's neck and nose.

"Thank you. I got him when I was ten on my birthday." Elizabeth replied. She walked around both boys to reach her black English saddle, she checked the girth and stirrups before she flung herself up on the saddle. She checked her dark blue dress to ensure that it wasn't up.

"Do you want us to accompany you home?" Scott asked eagerly as he pulled the reins over Glace's head and handing them to Elizabeth.

"Umm, I don't know. I think I'm okay though. But, come over next weekend if you want. I'll be at the Lockets every weekend. I'm going to my parents house tonight to get ready for school tomorrow." Elizabeth explained.

Glace danced under her, eager to get home. While he was in the Jones's barn, he was upset that he couldn't eat. And while the three mares and two gelding accompanied him, his hunger overruled his social interaction.

"Be careful going home. Okay?" Wesley said. His icy blue eyes held concern, flustered, and hesitant.

"Thanks for the concern, I'll be okay." Elizabeth lightly kicked Glace's side and he jumped into a trot. Glace's cadence was smooth and easy, Elizabeth turned around and gave a wave and got one in return.

The ride home was uneventful and peaceful; she was lost in her thoughts as she let Glace canter down the road. She felt Glace under her jump and bounce a little, like he really wanted to sprint and run himself out all the way home.

'Does Candice know? Will she ever know about my powers? What will she do? Bloody hell. I feel sick.'

Glace quickened his pace when he noticed his surroundings. His black coat glistened under the dying sun, his mane flying like a flag, his hooves clacked on the stony road.

"Let's go Glace!" Elizabeth yelled, kicking his sides.

Glace reared back on his back legs a bit before bolting forward. Elizabeth tucked in her dress under her legs, pulling her knees closer to the saddle and tightened her grip on the reins. She felt like she was flying; with the wind running around her body and her frizzy hair lingering behind her. She felt alive.

Glace slowed to a trot when he saw the barn, the familiar homey barn that was all his. Along with the pigs, chicken, few cows of course.

Elizabeth guided him into the barn - pulling off his saddle, pad, and brittle - then feeding him two huge scoop of grain before going inside to pack.

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A/N

1019 words, oops. I went over. Lol. Well, it's going to to take me longer to post chapters on all of my books because college and high school started back up, but because Puberty for Superheroes has the shortest chapters out of all of my other books, then I'm pretty sure that this book will have the most posted chapters. Love you guys! Thanks a lot for reading my books, it means a lot to me.