More than a student (Supercorp)

Nine

Silence.

That's what we sit in for the whole time we wait for the food to be delivered.

What are we supposed to talk about?

School?

I know I have said we've gotten closer, which is true, but I can't think of anything to bring up.

After sitting in silence for eternity, the doorbell finally rings. And I have never been more excited for food in my life. Which is saying something. I'm extremely grateful, for not only the food, but for a distraction.

I practically jump off the couch and rush over to the door. I could've sworn I hear Lena laughing at me, but not in a mean way. Never in a mean way.

I burst open the door to see some delivery guy, a little younger than myself, holding out our pizzas. I grab some money from the cabinet stationed next to the door.

Before I can pay the guy, Miss Luthor joins me at the door, pulling out some money from her pocket. At the same time, we hand the money over, until the delivery guy notices something.

"Miss Luthor?" He asks

Well crap, he must go to my school. Thank goodness he's not my age so probably doesn't notice me, but still.

"Oh hi, Miles," Lena replies, glancing at him.

I look at her with a face of horror. My eyes are about to pop out of their sockets. My heart rate starts rising again. I just hope he doesn't recognise me too.

"I didn't know you worked?" She asks him sweetly, seemingly only a freshman.

I take a step back and try to hide around the back of the open door so he won't see me. It's a bit stupid though, and pointless, as he's already seen me.

This must be mega awkward for him as well. Imagine delivering a pizza to your teacher.

"Uh yeah, just for some extra money."

I see her nod at him before she takes the pizza boxes from him, smiles and closes the door as he walks away.

Lena looked at me with a mixture of amusement and bewilder.

"Kara," she begins, frowning, "what are you doing?"

"What?" I ask innocently.

"Why did you suddenly run behind the door? It was very obvious," she starts to chuckle to herself.

"Umm," I hum, "I didn't want him to notice me. He does go to our school, right?"

"Yes, but he's a few years younger than you, you should be fine."

I let out a breath of relief, "but what if he spots me around school?"

Lena bites her lip, trying to think. A tingly feeling starts spreading through me and I just can't stop it as much as I try. My face starts getting hotter again and I could've sworn I look like a tomato right now. What is happening?

"He's got a bad memory. He'll probably forget, it'll be alright."

Forget that he delivered pizza to a teacher? I doubt that.

Lena carries the pizza boxes over to the coffee table before placing them down. I head off to the kitchen, grabbing two places. I then distract myself by opening one of the boxes and picking up a slice of pizza, my teacher doing the same.

We start eating in silence before we are met by a ping of my phone. It's Eliza letting me know she's had to extend her shift for another hour. I message her back a thumbs up in confirmation, switching my phone off and turning back to Lena.

"Tell me about yourself," I wonder aloud, chewing on the crust before swallowing.

"What do you mean?"

I shrug my shoulders, eyes scanning the room before I pick up another slice. "You said I had to keep myself occupied and to try not to fall asleep, so, entertain me; what do you do for fun?"

She tilts her head to the side, pondering over what to say, "I like to read and mark papers."

I fake a yawn at her, "boring," I state, and she pushes my shoulder playfully.

"Fine, what do you do then?"

"Hang out with friends, watch TV, volunteer at animal shelters, go on walks, read actual books."

She frowns at me, an amused smile playing at her lips, "you mean to say I don't read actual books?"

"I bet you read textbooks or something non-fiction."

She just shakes her head and laughs at me, "those are still books."

"Fine," I huff, taking two more slices onto my plate, "what's your favourite colour?"

"Black," she states plainly, only elaborating further when I give her a curious look, "it isn't actually considered a colour at all, because it absorbs the light of all the colours, which I think is... cool."

"Wow, that's very thought through," I gaze at her, awestruck, "I thought you were going to say red or something."

"Why, because it's an actual colour?"

"No, because you always wear it on your lips."

Why did I add that last part? What the hell, Kara. I definitely didn't mean to say that. Did I mean it? Yes, but I didn't mean to say it out loud. She probably thinks I'm some weirdo now.

"What's your favourite?"

"Green," I reply with no hesitation whatsoever, eyes drawn to the outside of the almost empty pizza box in front of me as I snag one of the last two slices, trying to calm down the heat in my cheeks.

"Why?"

"Because," I shrug my shoulders, "it's a nice colour." The colour of your eyes. What? Again, no. I like the colour simply because it is a nice colour, and it's the colour of grass. Nothing to do with her. Nothing at all.