The Distort Arc: Cape High Books 1-4 (Cape High Series Omnibus) Read Free

got um... boy troubles," Sunny says, earning a sharp look from me.  "It's nothing big.  We'll take care of it."
    "Oh?" Marge asks.  I can feel the rest of the table turning to look at me, and I can practically hear the smart-alec comments brimming to the surface.  At any moment Jack is going to make a joke, or a crack--I look at the older boy.  He's staring at his plate with a strange expression on his face.  Slowly, as if feeling my hate-filled gaze, he looks up at me.  Now he's going to say something.  I can feel it.  Ten, nine, eight--
    Jack looks down at his plate again.
    "What kind of boy troubles?" Marge asks.  The moment is gone, temporarily.  Jack, the biggest jerk in the house, has said nothing.
    "Nothing," I say, pretending that it’s just a high school problem. "He's just a guy."  That can hold an entire super bowl hostage, I add silently.  "He's interested in me, I guess.  But I'm not that interested in him."  Lie.  How can you not be interested in the guy that could kill you and possibly knows where you live?  But I'm not interested interested or anything.  I mean, you don't see me plotting out "my first boyfriend the super villain" novels or anything.  I'm just... interested.  Yeah.  I'm digging a hole, aren't I?  Forget I said anything.  There's probably a better word--ANYWAYS--
    "Well if he causes you too much trouble you come talk to me, understand?" Marge says.  "We'll have a talk with your school."
    "Yeah, sure," I mutter.  "Can I be excused?  I've got homework to do."
    "But you've hardly touched your food--" she starts out.  I hand the plate to the kid next to me, stand, and storm to my bedroom.
    "I'll talk to her," I hear Sunny say.  He's behind me a few seconds later.  "Patience," he whispers.  "If we act too strange she's going to know something's happening."
    "I want to leave," I hiss.  "Can we go now?"
    "No.  They're already watching us," he says quietly.  "Was it just me or was Jack acting strange?"
    "Jack always acts strange," I say, but I know he's right.  I don't care.  We have bigger problems to worry about.  "How did he do it?" I finally ask as Sunny closes my bedroom door behind us.  I share the room, but my roommate is still at the table, so we're alone.
    "I dunno, he didn't make a crack about you being too ugly to attract a guy?" Sunny says.
    "What?  Not Jack!  Forget about Jack!  I mean Maxi--Max!  How did he delete that email?  It's got nothing to do with gravity--"
    "He's a hacker or has a special program, or something," Sunny says, dropping down on my bed.  "It's pretty obvious--I mean, he got into the Hall email account, I'm sure he can figure out a way to delete an email that he sent. I’m betting he’s smart.  Super villains are supposed to be smart, right?"
    "I was hoping you wouldn't say that," I say, dropping down next to him.  "You know they always say that super villains are a lot smarter than the heroes, right?"
    "They can't be that smart.  They get caught, right?"
    "Brute force.  I wonder how they caught Technico," I say, my mind going back to the man we had spied on that day.
    "Brute force," Sunny says.  "Look--I know you don't think we should, but--but I think we should go to the Hall first.  They're not stuck in prison, and it's their job to protect citizens, in the first place, right?"
    I don't want to admit it.  I stare blindly at the annoying poster of the teenage heartthrob Justin on my roommate's side of the room, trying to come up with a logical reason to go to Technico first.  There isn't one.
    "Fine," I say finally.  "We'll go there first."
    "Now... we just wait," Sunny says, looking at the same annoying poster that I'm looking at.  "Does she still like him?" he asks abruptly.
    "Yeah," I say.  "I guess he's kinda cute."
    "Yeah, whatever."
    I glance at my bag.  It's sitting against the wall next to the window, just waiting to be grabbed.  I can hear people from the dining room all the way here.  I'm pretty sure