Star Crossed [Sample Only]

1] Breaking News

Breaking News

"Move faster, unless you want to burn alive," I push my friend, using my best menacing snarl. I watch Sophie push and push to keep running, without dropping. She's puffing hard, trying to keep at it, but failing ultimately. She falls to her knees on the gym floor, looking like she is about to puke, "Come on, Sophie, you need to try harder. The only way we can win... is if we get stronger!" I drop to my knees beside her to see if she's okay.

A soft glow quietly vibrates and illuminates her body. Her breathing slows immediately. She lifts her face and I catch the glint in her bright blue eyes.

Bloody hell.

"You lucky bitch," I snap, but I do so playfully, "Healing yourself again, huh? Why don't you learn to do that while you're running?"

"I'm working on it, don't worry," she sighs and pushes her blonde curls over her sweaty shoulders, then she pulls down her blue tank top, "Let's have a break, Jazz. Also, as if you're jealous of my healing! You can just burn up anything chasing you with a blink of an eye. You don't have to worry about getting hurt or exhausted," she shoves me as she stands and I laugh, crossing my arms over my own black tank top, hardly covered in any sweat... not yet.

"If only it were that easy in the DFS competition," I retort, raising a brow.

When fighting other teams in the DFS, everyone wore special clothes that deflected any supernatural, magical abilities. It made attacking people with magic a pain in the ass, and that was my prime weapon.

"Who the hell invented MBG anyway?" I ask as we move to the side of the massive, school's privately owned gym where a radio is set by the grey peeling wall, playing the latest hit song. Sophie gives me a knowing look.

"Magic-Block Gear?" she repeats, "Isn't it obvious? So that people like me, can wear it and be protected from the likes of magically possessed, psychopathic adrenaline heads like you," she explains slowly and calmly, which just annoys me.

We then both sit together with our backs against the wall, waiting for the rest of the team.

"That was a mouthful," I respond, in a happy drawl, "Magically possessed, psychopathic adrenaline head? Me? Next time we face off against the A-Stars head captain, Jaxon, that's when I'll be exactly how you just described me. I thank you so much, dear Sophie, for the compliment," we laugh together for a while then fall silent, bobbing our heads to the beat of the music. We both stare at the front gym's double doors which were at least a hundred and fifty feet from us.

"I wonder when Alex will arrive," Sophie mutters quietly.

"Hmmm, well," I think about the black-haired and blue-eyed, Mr. Popular, from the Guardian High School we attended daily, "Mr. Hot-Shot is most likely at the hair dresser, again! His parents are crazy on presentation... but seriously, he's just a teenager like us and they dress him like a... a prince or something. He needs to be getting his hands dirty with us. He's the Captain for fricks sake. The Captain of The Embers, the soon to be, greatest team in the DFS – ever –and he should be here, training with us!" Sophie nods in agreement, smiling slightly in amusement.

"Always melodramatic, aren't you?" she murmurs but quickly shuts up when I glare right back at her, so she quickly changes the topic, "Argh... well... w-we still don't know where the others are either," Sophie adds, "They're never this late for training..." the song finishes on the radio, and a news report interrupts, so we both decide to shut up and listen.

"Breaking news!" The reporter booms from the speakers, "Early this morning a co-science-magic research company has found a way to open the gate-way connecting to the rest of the universe. The portal should be up, running and ready in a month or two. The seventeen-year wait has finally come to an end."