My shirt slipped from my chest as my tongue caressed the corners of Mia's jawline, and my fingertips traced her delicate spine. Her mouth gave way as we pushed and tugged against each other, and her tongue danced with mine. My eyes locked with hers, cheeks reddened, and my chest pressed against hers as we floated off the bed. Houston, we have a problem.
"Are we floating, James?" She asked, puzzled. Then Mia's eyes widened as she and I looked down at my bed below.
"Would it be wrong if I said we were?" I grimaced. Mia grinned at me, and I lowered Mia to the bed, sprawling out like Peter Pan, watching her with gentle eyes.
"Not really." She admitted.
"Then, I guess we were?" My smile brightened. Mia pulled off to the side, sighing as she sat up.
"What's wrong, Mia?"
"It's nothing, just..." She lowered her head. "Never mind."
"Are you sure? I can take anything you need to say to me." I stated. I dashed to Mia's side of the bed and plopped beside her.
"No, it's okay. I'm sure it would be better if I said nothing." She shook her head.
"Come on, Mia. You can tell me anything. I promise I won't feel uncomfortable." I urged her.
"But I feel uncomfortable telling you." Her head dove further into her chest.
"That's okay. When you feel comfortable, you can tell me anything." My muscular bicep wrapped around Mia's tiny shoulders. Mia pressed her face to my chest.
Sam knocked on the door a few moments later. I didn't push Mia away; instead, I leaned back in my bed, and she nestled even closer to me.
"Do I need to give you both the sex talk?" Sam yelled through the door. I huffed, feeling Mia pull off me, and I unlocked the door with my telekinetic energy from the bed. Sam walked in, flipping on the light.
"Thanks a lot, Sam," I growled. Mia yawned and stretched her arms, sitting up. I sat up, too, and Mia snuggled back into my chest. I eyed Sam, irritable.
"Your dad is home if you want to know."
"What is wrong with you, Sam?" I rolled my eyes, pulling Mia into me.
"Many things are wrong with me. You know better than this. What if you were to get her pregnant and pass your genes along?" Sam sounded angry—more in a fatherly way, as he watched Mia pull out of my arms, uncomfortable with Sam in the room.
"We don't know how it will—"
"James, maybe I should go home," Mia said.
"Are you sure, Mia?" I asked. Mia pulled off the bed and grabbed her backpack from the floor.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow, James." She smiled and waved. Mia walked off, leaving Sam and me in the room together.
"Damn it, Sam!" I muttered.
"You don't know what your supergene would do to someone. Stop fucking around, James or I will tell your father about your powers." Sam threatened. My eyes dimmed in his direction. "Don't test me, Sam."
"Don't give me a reason, too," he replied. The two of us stared at each other for a moment. Sam turned out the light and walked out. I fell back against my bed and sighed loudly. Fuck.
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Derek and I sat in my bedroom; I stared at him; he patted my desk in the corner with his thumb and sat back in the chair, and I hovered in the air over my bed, thinking about Mia, Her bright smile, her deep blue eyes.
"I heard you told Mia you wanted to get rid of your powers?" Derek interrupted my thoughts. I sighed, flattening against the pillows.
"Maybe I just want to be a regular teenager for once?"
"Why do you want to be ordinary? Trust me; there's nothing special about it." He puffed up. I ignored him, shutting my eyes and focusing on my deep breathing. Then, I exhaled with a reply.
"I don't mean it like that. I don't want to be the hero anymore. I'm not a hero."
"But you're not normal. You're extraordinary. Remember, next time you want to take one of Sam's cures." There was silence for a moment. Then, my eyebrows creased in frustration and focus, and I huffed.
"I am not a hero," I argued further, shifting in the air.
Derek scoffed. "Yeah, you are. The city worships you, and the news and police stations would do anything to know you're Alpha. I work hard daily, so they don't figure it out." Sam cleared his throat in the doorway, and we both looked his way.
"He's right, James." He agreed with Derek. "You have powers for a reason, whether you want them." He abused that line a lot, but each time he was right. I landed on the bed. Luckily, my father had walked by my bedroom a minute later, avoiding us.
A rock hit the window, and it opened from the outside. Noah pushed into my room, surprised to see Sam locking eyes with him.
"I'll come back later, " Noah mumbled, his foot dangled over the windowsill.
"Nope, get in here, Kinley," Derek commanded. Noah groaned, pulling into the room and shutting the window. Sam and Noah avoided eye contact.
"What's up?" Noah looked at Derek and me. Sam sat on my bed beside me, staring at the floor.
"You're the one invading my bedroom," I reminded him. He chuckled.
"Right, mate. Indeed, I am."
"What do you need, Kinley?" Derek growled.
Noah stepped back and flung his hands in the air as he did so." For someone with no powers, you sure are intimidating. But I suppose I know the house's dominant authority figure, rookie." He gave Derek a wink and stared him down.
Derek yelled again, his voice brimming with vigor. "Get out," he demanded. Noah made a slight movement to the doorway.
"The other way," he said, much calmer. Noah walked to the window. "Don't you at least want to hear what I have to tell you?" "No," Derek and I both shouted this time.
"Fine, okay, I'll see you tomorrow at school, " he said, one leg dangled over the side of the window. He glanced at Sam, sighed, saluted Derek and me, and took off.
Derek was angry. "The next time he tries to come into your room, text me, " he said, walking out. Sam followed him, leaving me in silence.
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Sam found me in the kitchen later that night, finishing a coke and hovering in the air with my phone in my hand. I wished he hadn't dared to ask what was happening, but that was unlike Sam. Derek was back at work, but I wanted him to be there for moral support.
"Sam, why did this have to happen?" I asked, breathing deeply as I took a sip of coke. I had the worst butterflies in my stomach.
"James, I instructed you not to bring girls around or tell anyone your secret," he stopped, "but I was a teenage boy once, and I get it."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "No, Sam, you don't. You weren't a super-powered teenager. You didn't develop a crush on a girl you got to spend some time with only to have it ruined, and you didn't stand there watching her walk away, frightened she wouldn't talk to you again."
Sam's face reddened, his eyes clouded, and he inhaled. "James, there's a lot you don't know about me, and I'll tell you everything when the time comes."
"Tell me what, Sam?" I snapped. Sam didn't push the subject anymore, and I ignored him while arguing about texting Mia. But I had left her alone that night to think about things. Besides, I had more significant problems. Noah seemed to be one of them.
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