ƨɛcяɛтƨ ωσятн κɛɛpιиɢ (1x1)

[lucee]

[I'd prefer school, if that's okay … but I'm going to be responsible and sleep, so I'll post tomorrow evening.]

[spookyemma]

(Alright, bye. )

[lucee]

Gale glanced up at the sun for the hundreth time that morning, squinting slightly as he judged it's position. It was about nine and school started at nine fifteen, so he had just about enough time to get to school if he ran.
A few minutes later he was loitering just outside the school gates and boredly tossing his hair from his eyes. Already the stares were upon him and were making him feel almost claustrphobic with their weight - both boys and girls alike. One of the more braver ones (one of the lead populars, he assumed) ran past with an overinthusiastic giggle and slammed straight into him, sending her folders flying. Groaning internally, Gale took her by the arm and looked down at the girl. "Hey, are you alright?"
Her eyes were a soft, crystalline green as she gazed up ... seeming almost unable to speak. He dropped her arm with a slight shrug and stooped to pick up the books. In an instant she was beside him, tossing her silky golden hair and sending him a dazzling smile. "I'm Chloe."
"Nice to meet you, Chloe." Gale replied quietly, his eyes still on the floor.
"I haven't seen you around her before. Do you need me to take you on a tour?" The way she kept tossing her hair almost reminded him of a showpony.
"No, I think I should be okay. Thanks, though."
The look she gave him was almost as it he had slowly torn her heart in two with a blunt pair of scissors, but Gale really didn't care less. "O-o-oh. Okay, then ... I suppose I'll see you around." Then she had taken her folders and papers from him, her fingers lingering on his own, and was gone.
Blinking a few times, he stood and watched her go with a slight shake of his head. Girls.

[spookyemma]

(Just ignore my last post XD)

Riley walked through the long and overcrowded hallway, people pushing past her without a care. She sighed. Typical highschoolers. She took a look at her schedule and ran to her locker, twisting the combination lock around. She hoped the day would go by fast by getting to know other people, making new friends, trying to find her classes. Riley popped the locker open and stuffed her backpack in the small space, taking out her unbelieveably heavy books and then slamming it shut. She turned on her heels and scanned the highschoolers, when something caught her eye. A tall, muscular boy who was watching another girl walk swiftly away, looking annoyed. Riley's eyes widened when she saw the long, detailed tattoo that ran down his arm, very similar to hers. She looked away when the boy made eye contact with her, and made her way toward math class. She couldn't stop thinking about the boy, there was something......... different about him. She plopped down in the cold, uncomfortable chair in class, setting her books on the ground. Riley pushed her pencil up and down on the desk, struggling to keep her eyes open.

[lucee]

Gale slipped on his favourite shades and barged his way through the crowd, blocking out the jealous, open-mouthed stare from a jock he assumed was Chloe's boyfriend. Poor guy. He knew what it felt like to be rejected.
Everything, everything about him - though Gale tried his hardest to prevent it - practically screamed 'different'. The way he could glide through the crowds like a proud swan and not touch a single person; the way the strange tattoos bulged on his scarred biceps; the way there seemed to be this kind of energy around him.
Pausing slightly to the group of followers he seemed to have gained's annoyance, the boy curled his right index finger upwards slightly … and the strange charge vanished. It was because he'd practiced using lightning the day before and the electrical energy just seemed to kind of cling to him. It gradually got less and less intriguing and more and more annoying. Gale started to walk again, effortlessly lengthening his stride so his troupe had to scurry to keep up. That was the strange thing about humans, he mused as he opened his locker: they were instantly captivated by anything in the slightest bit 'diffrent' but never paused to think just how strange they themselves might look to the anomaly.
Flicking his silky hair from his oceanic eyes, he slammed the locker shut before one of them could take a picture of his timetable. Turning, Gale strode away towards Math without a backwards glance.
He was already late, thanks to Chloe, and barely had time to slide into a seat before the teacher followed him in. Eyeing him carefully, he fingered a loose thread on his jacket. He'd never like teachers. Too superior and full of themselves.
Without realising it Gale had positioned himself with Riley on his left and Chloe on his right.

[spookyemma]

Riley reached down to pick up the pencil that had just fell from her desk. Right before she touched it, a tiny purple bolt came out of her fingers with a barely audible zap. "Ow!" She said quietly, carefully picking it up, her fingers covering the charred mark on the yellow wood. As she looked up, Riley came face to face with the boy she saw earlier. Her mouth hung open and her sea green eyes locked on his aqua ones. She pulled herself back up on the desk and immediately looked away, embarrassed. Her eyes focused to the front as the teacher began to write his name on the whiteboard with a red Expo marker. It wrote Mr. Simmons.

(Oh wait. The teacher is a he. Let me edit. *headdesk*)

[spookyemma]

(Moo?)

[lucee]

Mr Simmons. It had a kind of ring to it, Gale thought to himself, that made him sound kind of familiar. Wasn't there a Paralympic swimmer with that surname? Ella Simmonds, or something? The man at the front of the classroom, however, looked like walking up the stairs would leave him rendered breathless. He seemed in his late fifties, maybe early sixties, and sported a long, curly ginger mustache. Definitely not a swimmer, then.
Gale would have missed the tiny electric charge were in not for the jolt of adrenaline that rushed through him - signalling that someone nearby had used their power. At times the rush was annoying (like when they'd been getting some supplies and his mate Jamie had used his power to make a dead plant in a shop window grow again and Gale had ended up bouncing up and down on the spot to try and discreetly wear it off) but at other times, like when they were fighting the government off, it helped a lot. With a delicate frown the boy's eyes went from Chloe to the other girl beside him. Chloe? God, he hoped not. Flirty girls just got on his nerves; even now she was batting her eyelashes at him while somehow managing to look uninterested. Gale took a moment to study the girl beside him, not paying attention to anything the teacher was droning on about, and decided to experiment. If it was any of the girls beside him - which he assumed it was since the jolt had been unnaturally large - they would react to him using his power.
The dreary grey sky had looked close to rain, and with a tiny nudge in his mind the heavens opened and it started to hail.

[spookyemma]

Riley blocked out the continuous annoying blabbing of the teacher. She looked out the window to her left and watched the steady beat of the rain fall outside. It suddenly started hailing, the tiny balls of ice turning into bigger ones. One that was about the size of a baseball hit the large window and made a tiny crack in it. Riley knew this was unnatural, the weather forecast said there was going to be no hail today. There was a tug in her brain and Riley's right eye twitched once, and she sensed that there was someone else with powers very close near by. She thought of the boy next to her and her eyes darted to him. She mouthed the words Do you...... to him. The words froze on her lips as she studied the boy, hoping that he did have powers and didn't think she was a freak or something. He has to have powers. He has the tattoo and everything! The way he stands out from the others...... Riley thought as she watched the boy.

[lucee]

Gαιε's stunning eyes flicked between the two girls beside him. The girl to his left's eyes were drawn to the hail almost immediately, whereas Chloe's remained on his. He looked at Chloe back, head tilting to the side slightly, and sent her a knowing grin. She returned it immediately with a mouth of perfect, straight teeth. Perfect. Everything about her was perfect. Was that it, he wondered? Her power was being perfect? A strange one but a one at least. It didn't seem to be very strong. Everything about her, the way she shot a puzzled glance at the board covered on the teacher's scrawls, was just too … blonde.
Gale caught movement to his left and turned slightly, gaze shifting to Riley.
Do you …
She probably needed help with the work or something. Raising a questioning eyebrow, Gale was about to reply when-
"Could you answer this equation, Mr. …"
The teacher was gesturing vaguely at him.
"Gale," The boy replied smoothly and he swore at least three girls were drooling at him. Disgusting. Focusing on the board, he tried to make sense of the squiggles before realising something rather problematic.
He couldn't read.
The words and numbers meant nothing to him.
Carefully he studied them again, pretending to be thinking hard while his mind raced. Equations usually meant algebra, abd algebra usually contained the letter x.
The teacher cleared his throat. He was going to blow his cover! Shooting a look at Chloe, Gale saw she was looking at him dreamily with her chin on her hand.
So … she wouldn't care if he got it wrong?
Not many of the girls were paying attention to the board; he could clearly hear two of them discussing his defined, square jawline in hushed whispers.
"X equals … one?" His lucky number.
"Correct. Pay more attention next time, Mr. … Gale."
Gale sta back in his seat with a satisfied smirk, having forgotten about Riley - forgotten about everything - other than self-satusfaction. A light touch at his elbow from Chloe and he turned away.
The hail was completely gone, the sky all pure blue without a cloud in sight. A single lost ray of sunlight shone down onto Gale's hair, making it look a deep blonde.