Bite Me, Peace. {A Sky High Fanfic}

A Mystery

I dropped my tray onto the table with a bang, my knife sliding off the tray and skidding across the table. The group of freshman girls who were sat there stopped talking as it clattered to a stop near them. 

I looked at them and gave them my best sneer. "Move." I only had to raise an eyebrow before they were gone. 

What? It's my table.

I'd been in such a mood lately, and for some god awful reason I think it was because of him.
Its not like I felt bad or anything - if he wanted to act like a baby because of something so tiny then he can have at it, but it did kind of make me feel bad that he thought I was a bitch. 

I'm not a bitch.

He clearly just cant handle the fact that I wasn't throwing myself at him.

I was grumbling to myself when Sian sat down across from me. "Boy am I glad I'm not a burger right now." I frowned at her, not understanding until she gestured down to my plate. 

I'd unconsciously been ripping it all apart with every stab of my fork. I dropped it, and pushed my tray away, suddenly not hungry.

"I just can't believe he's affecting me this much! Anyone would think-" Sian leaned forward, curiosity burning in her eyes.

"Anyone would think... what? That you-"

"-Don't even-"

"-like him? Because they wouldn't be wrong now would they?"

I glowered at her, crossing my arms and kicking my legs up on the bench. "I don't like him." I didn't think I did anyway. "Besides, even if I did it's not like we'd be a good match, we've been trying to fight each other for the past two months." Problematic relationships alert.

"What is it that parents always say?" She sat with one finger on her chin, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Boys pull the pigtails of girls that they like? How coincidental." She let a laugh out, sending me a wink. 

"Okay, leaving now." Sian was still laughing when I walked away.

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Stupid boys. Stupid friends. I hate it here.

I was headed toward Mr. Medulla's lab, walking past a bunch of empty classrooms on the way when I heard them. I automatically slowed, quietening my footsteps and stepped closer to the wall. 

"Stupid kid won't even see it coming. Gwen's actually got this one all figured out, it's going to be so fun!" I walked a bit closer, keeping quiet to try and see who was talking. I know it's not my business but my stomach was clenching in a way that meant stay put. "Once she gets that pacifier thing, it's going to be easy to take them down." 

"Why did she pick the dance? It doesn't make sense." A thump and a gasp.

"Shut up, pea brain! Why don't you shout it louder so everyone hears you!" Silence. Then a shuffling sound. My stomach clenched again and then my feet were moving backwards and I was slipping into an empty classroom and crouching behind the door. A shuffle. Footsteps. Right outside the door. I saw a shadow move in front of the door, someone stood in the doorway. I held my breath, holding as still as possible. Something was telling me if whoever it was saw me, I wouldn't be around for much longer. "You're lucky." The shadow retreated and I let out the breath I was holding gently, trying not to make too much noise. "There's nobody around."

The voices started bickering, gradually fading away, and I realised I'd been clenching my fists, still sat behind the door, my nails leaving little crescent shaped imprints in my palm. What had I just heard?

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"But Mr. Medulla, you don't understand! The way they were talking about it, it wasn't like some little prank, I could... I could feel it." The man in front of me raised his head, tilting it in a curious way.

"Feel it how?" He looked back at his experiment, pouring a few bottles of chemicals into the pipes. "You've never told me about any mind reading powers or anything of the such before this." I shook my head, bringing my foot up to rest on the table and putting my hand on my chin. 

"It wasn't like that, it was like an instinct. I just knew I had to hide or something bad would happen if they saw me." I shook my head, looking at him. "Just please do something, more chaperones or something. Talk to Gwen." I knew that freak had something to do with all this.

"Alright, I'll speak to Principal Powers in the morning." He sighed, looking at the purple liquid in his bottle. "Wrong again." 

I hopped off the table, turning my mind off the Gwen situation and walked toward him, keeping my toes behind the warning line on the floor. "What's wrong with it? What's that?" I pointed at a tube with blue liquid in it.

"A mixture of many things, mainly an alkali composite." I frowned, looking at the other pipes, leading to the purple bottle he was frowning at. I reached for one of the bottles, yelping when Mr Medulla slapped my hand away. "If you're going to touch things go and put gloves and goggles on." 

I grumbled out a "Fine"  and rummaged through the closet for the stuff I needed. "So," I came toward him, snapping the goggles down over my eyes. "I was thinking, if you're having trouble with the combination maybe it's the actual components you're wrong about. Like if this is an alkali composite maybe the other one should be alkali too. You want them to work together not cancel each other out for maximum damage to their skills without actually hurting them."

Mr Medulla looked at me, an eyebrow raised. "What? I pay attention." We spent the rest of the lunch break discussing possible problems and running risk assessments before I had to go to Sidekick prep. 

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