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[i][u]Location:[/u] Lincoln Memorial High (Astronomy Club)
[u]Interacting With:[/u] Everyone in the Club, mostly [@McHaggis]
[u]Time:[/u] Lunch [/i][/center]
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Biting words from King, and then Malcolm filled Scout’s ears, mind, and perhaps even soul. Though her face remained as still as she could manage, Scout swore that her vision had shifted over to red upon hearing the two boys converse. THough their faces eventually became lost to her in the sea of chaos that was currently playing out in the lab surrounding, she silently swore to herself that she would not let KIng and Malcolm off so easily.

[i]perhaps a prank is in order[/i]

One by one hands rose up among the bodies, and Scout took note of each face that seemed to shift with confusion or worry as their powers came into light. Moon could fly, Austin could run, Jade could make earthquakes… And soon even more odd, amazing powers popped up among the students? What was this, a Marvel TV show? Scout fiddled uncomfortably with the strings of her sweatshirt as cries of confusion and questions echoed across the white-walled room. To be completely honest, she had been quite skeptical about the whole event. Of course, just reading about a flying girl or a wormhole-walking boy in a text wouldn’t be enough evidence for Scout to feel entirely sure, but as she sat in the Astronomy Club’s room, surrounded by power-ridden teens, the skepticism melted away into curiosity. And perhaps… Jealousy?

Scout glared down at her pale hands, clenching and unclenching her fists longingly. Compared to someone like Katalina, who was throwing water around willy nilly, Scout felt ultimately useless, as if even the strange occurrence that had caused this sudden spike in superpowers had forgotten about her. Envy was something SCout felt often; she envied the jewelry in the fancy stores, the families holding hands while walking around downtown, and now she could envy all the kids around her who could simply wave a hand and produce some kind of magic. She huffed once, a feeling of anger swelling in her chest again, but she was quickly distracted by Miss Immanuelle , who went off on a tangent about sticking together and not revealing their powers to anyone else. Scout blinked a few times, glancing around the almost-quiet room before a familiar figure rose up to complain.Scout quirked an eyebrow curiously at the fiery girl’s heavy-handed dismissal of the rest of the room, and once she vanished from the lab Scout sighed and rubbed her temple. Moon had a point, but Jade was also correct in a way; why would they all need to stay close? Scout let her gaze wander again, swiftly taking in the faces of everyone in the room.

Jay seemed rather… Distraught? A nervous smile was plastered on his face, and Scout found herself smiling slightly in return. King was shifting quickly through expressions, and though she had made a dig at him for faking earlier, a faint voice in her head seemed to wonder how false her words had been. The rest of the teenagers had settled into their own groups, and they chatted quietly as Jay finished up his speech. The board was soon erased, and Scout straightened her back at the sound of footsteps in the hall beyond. Jay rushed over to the door, held it for a moment, and then the familiar face of Mr. Fender entered the room. His young face was gentle and unmoving, save for the small smile that usually curled his lips up, and his eyes were wide and intense as he gazed around the room curiously. Scout returned her hands to her sweatshirt strings, acting as innocently as possible until the teacher was gone again.

[b][color=f09fb4]"He didn't suspect a thing,"[/color][/b]

Scout smirked at Jay, and as he signaled for the end of the meeting she stood, wandering over to him quickly.

[b][color=436EEE]"Nice job up there, bud. You feeling okay?"[/color][/b] She asked in her usual lax way, a wary hand patting his bicep as if to grab his attention even more. Out of the corner of her Eye, Scout saw the ever-so-assholeish King rise from his sweat and stretch slightly. A strained look was clear on his face, and sweat had begun to collect slightly on his forehead. If he was some kind of empath, then it would make sense that a group of people would put a strain on his body, right? Scout blinked his image from her head, returning her full attention to Jay, [b][color=436EEE]"sooooo, you can really teleport huh? That’s sick, teleporting is so cool! I wish I could do shit like that!"[/color][/b]

[color=f09fb4][b]“Wormholes,”[/b][/color] Jay corrected, though he seemed a little doubtful. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, and then glanced at her. He was anxious, or as anxious as he could ever be, about having powers when his best friend didn’t. Jay knew Scout well, too well, and if there was anything to be worried about, it was having something that she didn’t; something that she wanted. [color=f09fb4][b]“I travel through wormholes. Teleportation doesn’t seem very scientific, ya know? But yeah I was wormhole’d into the girl’s bathroom, then the boy’s bathroom.”[/b][/color]

[b][color=436EEE]"You’ll have to show me sometime, say, after school? We could go to The Gallery to hang if you want!"[/color][/b] She forced a lazy smile, leaning back on her heels slightly. Jay was fiddling with his hair, something he usually did when uncomfortable, and Scout quickly swallowed down any panic that had formed in her throat before leaning forward, clasping Jay’s hand casually, [b][color=436EEE]"don’t worry about anything, okay? I really do-"[/color][/b] Before Scout was able to finish her sentence, however, something hard pushed into her shoulder, and she stumbled forward slightly, landing roughly against Jay’s tall form. She  adjusted herself quickly and turned, small hands balled into fists as she made direct eye contact with King.

[b][color=9e0b0f]”Whoops, sorry shorty. Didn’t see ya there, as usual.”[/color][/b] He sneered bitterly, blue eyes cloudy with an emotion Scout could not perceive. She stepped to the left a bit, acting as a sort of shield between Jay and King, and then she turned to her friend, whispering a quick ‘let’s just go’.

[color=f09fb4][b]“Nah, I don’t think so,”[/b][/color] Jay said, tugging on the collar of his denim jacket. [color=f09fb4][b]“He has [i]no[/i] right to pull shit like that. Again.”[/b][/color] The pink-haired boy seemed seconds away from leaning over Scout to get at him, peering down at King from his (ever so slightly taller) height. Malcolm – who’d followed King over, eyebrows raised in alertness – tried to take a position like Scout’s, somewhere between them both.

For the third time during lunch, Jay shot him a betrayed look.

[b][color=1fc1f0]“C’mon, no fighting. It’ll just result in Jason getting another shiner,”[/color][/b] Mal said, more to King than to the other two. He was half-turned away from them. King shifted his gaze to Mal’s face, and a glimmer of pink tinted his cheeks before he allowed his tight-lipped expression to shift into a devious smirk. Scout watched him intently, fists clenching and unclenching as she saw King twist and crack his own wrists. Eventually he took a step back, one eyebrow quirked as if to say ‘just try and hit me’, and he shoved his hands into his back pockets,

[b][color=9e0b0f]”I don’t want poor Jay Darlin’ here getting a worse reputation, I guess.”[/color][/b]

[color=f09fb4][b]“At least I don’t have a reputation for being a complete jackass and hitting girls. Though that might change,”[/b][/color] Jay said with a pointed glance at King. Resignation was etched in the lines of his face, almost enough to be regretful. It was clear a part of him was reserved for doing it, conflicting with the determination to do right by women everywhere, or some such gentlemanly trash. [color=f09fb4][b]“Let’s take this outside, if you’re not too… emotional or whatever.”[/b][/color] King seemed unconvinced by Jay’s challenge, but Scout could [i]see[/i] the rage burning in his eyes after a moment. If he really was an empath, that would mean that the probably heated emotions of her, Jay, and Mal were driving him literally mad. Scout rose up her arms in a half-assed attempt to stop King from taking a step forward, but he easily swiped his arm across her shoulder to throw her aside. Scout stumbled with a slight grunt, landing roughly against the wall and chalkboard, and her fists clenched tightly as she felt a sudden red rage claim her vision.

Jay shook his head at nobody in particular, and addressed those still in the Astronomy Club – there was a fair few. [b][color=f09fb4]“I’ll B-R-B, guys,”[/color][/b] he said, and charged at King, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Almost as soon as contact was made, the world spun and they were travelling through darkness. Jay’s eyes widened, this having been the first time they were open during being sucked through a ‘wormhole’, though it was almost instantaneous.
[hr]
The bell rung loudly, violently.

They were still somewhere in the school in a dingy set of stairs that led up to the roof, used only for the janitor’s services or sometimes for the art students to mess around and paint landscapes. Moreover, they were halfway up the stairs. The force of teleporting toppled Jay and King over the edge, and they tumbled down the last few steps. [b][color=f09fb4]”[i]Fuck[/i] my life,”[/color][/b] Jay muttered and swung a fist wildly at what he thought might have been King’s face, though they were a tangle of torsos and limbs. Jay took the brunt of the fall, and his back was killing him, but it wasn’t broken, that much he knew.

King was entirely too confused and disoriented by the sudden switch and tumble. He was almost positive a fist had connected with his shoulder, but by the time the two reached the bottom of the stairs his whole body was simply aching with bruises, thus masking any human hit that had collided with him before unfelt. King got up as quickly as he could, taking a few short steps back until his back hit an unfamiliar wall. This wasn’t the chemistry lab. King groaned, holding his head as a sudden wave of nausea, confusion, and anger consumed him, and he struggled to focus his vision on the skinnier body of Jay.

[b][color=9e0b0f]”This… Your fucking wormhole shit, Darlin’?”[/color][/b] He shifted his weight slightly, wandering slowly over to the still grounded Jason, and then lowered down to grab the other boy by his jacket’s collar, [b][color=9e0b0f]”you still wanna go after that fall, kid? I won’t hesitate to give you another black eye now.”[/color][/b] Anger made King’s lips peel back in a menacing way, and his eyes and head burned with rage. 

[b][color=f09fb4]“This [i]is[/i] my fucking wormhole shit– ah, hell,”[/color][/b] Jay said, though he couldn’t breathe through his nose. A thin trickle of blood had started, spilling down his lips though there seemed to be no visible damage in that area. Jay staggered up, half standing with his free hand holding on to the wall for support, the other on King’s arm and squeezing as painfully tight as he could. [b][color=f09fb4]“But, you’re a – shit! – [i]menace[/i], to everyone around you.”[/color][/b]

Just one more teleport. Just one more. He could tell, through some sort of internal body clock, that it wasn’t ready yet; that it was physically impossible for him to do the same thing. Or maybe it was some weird, sixth sense and supernatural intuition that came with his power. Either way, he had to hold off.  Something was burning hot on the back of his neck, willing him to keep fighting. Getting him [i]angry[/i]. 

Jay tried to kick out at King’s legs though he wasn’t very stable himself, dizzy. King grunted as Jay’s foot connected with his knee, and he felt his weight shift, once more, only not in his favor. He released the other boy in an effort to catch himself, and with a slight huff he dropped down onto one knee and clenched his fist. After a moment of attempting to collect his thoughts, King simply felt his mind split down the middle, and a crazed smile met his lips. Aaaaaah [i]fuck it![/i] He rushed forward, sloppily clenching the fabric of Jay’s shirt with one hand while the other reared back and connected with his jaw. It wasn’t truly a strong punch, just a quick jab. Though King was simply burning with rage, there was a slight nagging in the back of his mind, a certain voice that kept telling him to calm down and leave the kid be. That voice was keeping him, for lack of a better term, humane. King wondered for just a moment what he would be like without that voice, his fist shaking with a sudden thought of terror, and he quickly threw Jay back in an effort to stop himself from going completely mad. 

With some distance separating them, Jay nursed his clearly bruised jaw. It had made a [i]wrong[/i]-sounding click at the contact, and though he was wide open at the moment, he couldn’t quite bring himself to look at King – who wasn’t even trying anymore. [b][color=f09fb4]“Thoug–Thought you were gonna give me a black eye,”[/color][/b] Jay said, though it was slurred. He was amazed he could keep his head up at that moment, but adrenaline kicked in – a second wind. He hauled himself to his feet.

An internal timer dinged like a microwave oven, and he could just [i]feel[/i] the ability to create a wormhole come back to him. It itched at his fingers. Though he was in no place to make demands, Jay tried. [b][color=f09fb4]“You don’t – you don’t touch Silvia again, you hear me? Hear me?”[/color][/b] There was a cut on his lip that burned with every twisting grimace of his mouth. [b][color=f09fb4]“And you stop – fucking up Mal’s life too, man. Asshole. Jackass. Dickwad.”[/color][/b]

He coughed, and glared at King, who glared back with twice the intensity at the mention of Malcolm. He leaned forward awkwardly, shoulders and back and chest pulsating with a familiar sensation of pain, and his head burned with a rage that was only beginning to simmer. King took a few steps forward, his right hand clenched tightly, and then with one last burst of anger he threw his balled hand forward, connecting directly with Jay’s stomach. To his own surprise, however, the punch wasn’t as strong as he intended, and frustration set in instantly. He glowered up at Jay from his awkwardly-bent-over position, and then with a hissing breath he muttered,

[b][color=9e0b0f]”stay out of my fucking business, Darlin’.”[/color][/b] 

Jay let out a huffing breath and grabbed King by the fabric of his shirt, dragging him up. He didn’t say anything, but he could feel the strain of pushing his mind to the limits – something deep within him cracked and strained like a muscle he hadn’t used before today and hadn’t yet been exercised. Darkness swallowed them whole.

It lasted longer this time, and Jay thought he was going to run out of air before they reappeared, this time somewhere a light breeze danced across his aching form. He couldn’t see anything clearly, like he was seeing the world through a lense that wasn’t quite in focus yet, but he could tell he was hunched forward on his hands and knees, leaning against concrete as the world was spinning. The statue of the school’s founder loomed overhead and the nosebleed suddenly worsened. [b][color=f09fb4]“Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Te–text your BFF where we are, [i]please[/i]. I don’t think I can–”[/color][/b] Jay shakily reached into his inside jacket pocket to rummage around for his phone, but his trembling fingers couldn’t quite get a grip of it. [b][color=f09fb4]“Before someone [i]fucking[/i] sees.”[/color][/b]

King struggled to maintain his balance after the second shift, and when the world finally settled around him he collapsed onto his knees. King allowed his wild eyes to settle on the suffering form of Jay, and while he was still mad, the little voice was crying out for him to feel some sympathy. With a haggard sigh, King carefully pulled his phone from his back pocket (which was now cracked in several more places due to the tussle) , and typed in a quick message to Malcolm.

[quote]To: Mally<3

[color=9e0b0f]i need you and miss rebel out by the founder statue asap[/color]
[/quote]

He shifted slightly, settling down to sit stiffly besides the probably dying Jay. He sighed a few times, the rage finally seeming to subside, and he turned slightly to watch the side of the boy’s face, [b][color=9e0b0f]”Mal and Presley are on their way, fuckhead.”[/color][/b] King winced as he rubbed his shoulder gently, his face contorted in pain from both his own wounds and the current emotion that Jay was expelling, [b][color=9e0b0f]”next time we fight, though, don’t go using that wormhole shit. It’s cheaty.”[/color][/b]  

[b][color=f09fb4]“Fuck [i]off[/i],”[/color][/b] Jay grumbled. [b][color=f09fb4]“I’m sorry I hurt your fee-fees.”[/color][/b]

To their credit, King’s cling-on was fast on the ball – or perhaps he and Scout had already been looking for them. Malcolm rounded the corner a mere six minutes later with Scout on his heels, and he spared only a single second on a piteous glance for Jay before rushing to King’s side to help him up, face pale. Jay held out his phone for Scout with limp fingers, [b][color=f09fb4]“Call my dad for me, Scout. Asshole dad. I need a lift with no questions.”[/color][/b] Scout, who was shaking very slightly from the sight of Jay, took the phone with hesitant hands and cocked her head to the side in disbelief. Her gaze switched over to King slightly, then back to Jay, and with a dawning sense of knowledge and the very faintest feeling of complete and utter worry she dialed in the number Jay requested. King watched her stand after a moment, perhaps attempting to stand out of earshot but her quaking knees kept her close to the suffering Jason. The other line must have picked up after the first few rings, and Scout said with sudden speed,

[b][color=436EEE]"Jay - Jason needs a ride home from school right now."[/color][/b] The voice on the other end probably didn’t get a chance to say anything, for as soon as Scout felt she was finished she swiped the call away and handed the phone back to Jay. King tilted his head, questions swirling in his head, but the intense waves of worry coming from both Malcolm and Scout was enough to keep him quiet. He eventually let his head droop over to where Malcolm was standing, and a tired smile parted his lips.

[b][color=9e0b0f]”Maaaaaalcolm. I’m not feeling so good, think you can, uh, get me outta here?”[/color][/b] He asked quietly, one hand clinging onto Mal’s shoulder in an effort to keep himself from falling to the ground again. Malcolm clenched his jaw and hauled King up with a supporting arm, taking most of his weight. 

[b][color=1fc1f0]”My place or yours?”[/color][/b] Mal asked with a slight smile. The worry spiralling off him was replaced by a fierce pride, bright and loud. [b][color=1fc1f0]”In fact, make that mine. I have a first aid kit. Hold on tight.”[/color][/b] And the four, finding their own solace within their friends, split up. Jay went off with his father, while Scout reluctantly returned to classes, and King and Mal wandered slowly off towards King’s car.