More than a student (Supercorp)

Eight

"Is it weird?"

"What?"

"Me being in a students house," she pauses, placing the glass gently onto the coffee table, a permanent reminder of the physical distance between us, "is it weird?"

"You're friends with my sister," I tell her, dropping both feet down onto solid ground, "I don't see how this is weird."

"Past tense, we were friends."

"Ouch," I fake wince at her immediate denial. "I'd like to say we're somewhat friends now too, unless you find that weird as well?"

Without realising what's happening, I notice Miss Luthor getting up from the couch, making her way over to the one I'm on, breaking the invisible, yet very real barrier that was set between us.

My heart starts thumping in my chest really fast. And I'm sure that if Miss Luthor is Kryptonian, she would be able to hear it loud and clear. At least, I don't think she is.

I try many times to attempt to gulp my heart back down into my chest as it is willing to jump out of my throat. For a second, I could've sworn I feel it stop all together and I'm left gasping for air as I can't breathe.

My palms start growing damp with sweat but I don't know why. Or maybe I do. But the sheer concept of beginning to get my head around that idea is even more of a leap than accepting it.

Thank goodness she's over the other end of the couch to where I'm sitting or she may actually be able to hear my heart beating without even needing super hearing.

I place the glass down on the table, in hopes to try and reduce the sweat forming on my palms. Kryptonians aren't supposed to sweat under a yellow sun.

I wipe my dripping hands on the jeans I'm wearing as she becomes interested in the clock on the wall. She's probably just doing that to give herself a distraction which I can't be more grateful for at this very moment as I'm having some sort of an internal overload.

The silence is deafening and it is pierced only by the light ticking of the clock my teacher seems so entertained by. And of course, the gentle hum of the washing machine every now and again. 

After I felt like we had settled in enough awkward silence, because I'm becoming very impatient and extremely hungry. So hungry that I can't even begin to explain; the last thing I ate was at lunch, which was like a decade ago. And I'm about to break the deafening silence when she beats me to it.

"Friends, hm?"

It is as if a light bulb lit up in her head as she moves to face me. She must've forgotten why she came over to sit next to me in the first place. The way her pale face scrunches up and those bright green eyes of hers, narrowed as the clogs turn in her head. Okay so maybe she's nice to look at? I'm not blind.

Her voice nudges me out of my cloud of thoughts as she speaks so calmly and carefully. "I don't have many of those."

I glance down at my hands as I start to fiddle with them, noticing she's now looking up at me; I can't bring myself to look her in the eyes. A sudden pang of sadness pools in my chest at her words. I feel as if I'm being rude by avoiding eye contact so I decide to look up. Why.

I'm once again met with the most heartwarming eyes filled with dampening sorrow.

"How's your head doing?" She deflects the conversation, but there's a slight stutter to her words and I can't help but just plainly gawk at her for several moments. I manage to muster up a small smile in her direction before my eyes divert to my hands in my lap again, bringing a hand up to push my glasses further up my nose.

"Yeah, no it's good, very good actually." I nod my way through my words, praying she doesn't see right through me.

"Any dizziness? Blurred vision? Nausea?"

I can't help but let out a small laugh as she begins to list various symptoms. Of course I'm not experiencing any of those things, but she doesn't know that yet. "No, Miss Luthor, I promise I'm fine."

"Lena," she corrects me quickly, "are you sure I can't get you anything?"

"No, but thank you." I thank her gratefully, pushing myself further into the cushions of the couch.

My stomach starts aching with hunger.

"Did you want me to stay?"

Her sudden voice takes me by surprise and I hum to myself, not really knowing what to reply with. Does she want to stay? Of course I want her to stay, but I don't know if she does.

"Only if you want to," I murmur firmly, "if you have somewhere to be or other things to do then..." I trail myself off as she shakes her head.

"No, if that's alright with you?" My head tilts to the side, why wouldn't it be alright with me?

"I was going to order some food, would you like anything?" I suddenly blurt out, becoming increasingly fed up of my growling stomach.

"I'm alright, I couldn't possibly-"

"Don't worry about that. Are you hungry?" I raise my eyebrows at her accusingly, unbeknownst if she has eaten a substantial meal today.

"Well yes, but-"

I shake my head at her, "let me order us pizza, okay? Unless you're allergic or something, which would be highly unfortunate-"

"I can't let you buy me pizza, Kara." She states, cutting my rambling short.

My eyebrows furrow, "why not?"

M- Lena gazes at me with those intimidating emerald eyes, speaking louder than words.

"Fine," I give in, finally understanding what she means, "we'll split it."

She smiles smugly, annoyingly pleased with herself as I open my phone to the ever familiar pizza app.