in June. And it’s not like I want to date Sarah now or anything. I just don’t want Riley putting his mouth all over her. Or making her think that having an H makes him a better hero than me. “That doesn’t mean you’re not still my friend.”
“But it does mean you don’t have a right to be jealous.”
I clench my fist. “I am not —”
“You only want to spend time with me because you can’t have me. That’s kind of the definition of jealous .”
“You’re my sidekick. How am I supposed to get my H if you’re spending all your time making out with some guy?”
“You say that, but every time I have a mission for us, you’re too busy with Kat. Slipping certain parts of your anatomy into certain parts of hers.’”
“ Language , Sarah.” The mouth on her. Seriously.
“Those were your own words, Damien. And besides, who says we’re making out?”
“Great, then you won’t mind if I—”
“We could be doing much more than that, but you know what? It’s none of your business.”
“Come on, Sarah, don’t be like that.”
“I have to go—Riley’s here with the movie. Good-bye, Damien.” She hesitates, then adds, “Don’t call back,” before hanging up.
“I’ll watch a movie with you,” Amelia says. She’s sitting on the edge of my bed, idly kicking one leg against the mattress.
This is what it’s come down to. Spending Friday nights watching movies with my half sister, who will always be free because she has no life. This is what I have to look forward to now that Kat’s moving to Vilmore without me and Sarah’s preoccupied with the Invisible Douche.
“Or I can go make sure Sarah’s not doing anything I wouldn’t do.”
Amelia snorts. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”
I pause, thinking it over. “Homework.”
She rolls her eyes, then brightens. “Have you started it? I bet you haven’t. You’re going to be so behind.”
“On what? School hasn’t even started yet.”
“Um, hello? Didn’t you get Miss Monk’s email? We already have a project assigned in Intro to Heroism, and it’s due Wednesday .” She says Wednesday like it’s the day the world’s going to end.
Did I mention that it’s not just me who’s starting at Heroesworth next week, but also Amelia? Even though she’s eight months younger than me and was a grade below me at our high school, she applied for early admission to Heroesworth this year, since she’ll be sixteen in October. They let her in—a decision that probably had more to do with her dad being the Crimson Flash than it did the ten-page essay she wrote them—which she bragged about all summer. At least until I got accepted, too, and then she said they’d let anybody in.
“I don’t even know what classes I’m in yet.” What with us not being allowed to choose any of our classes our first semester, plus I was kind of a last minute addition, thanks to Gordon pulling some strings with a friend on the admissions board. But I’m going to take a shot in the dark and guess that my classes are all, how you say, really stupid?
Amelia gapes at me. “Didn’t you read your intro packet? New students have to take Intro to Heroism. That means both of us.” She narrows her eyes a little, as if waiting for me to argue. Then she clears her throat. “If you want, I could help you start the assignment.”
Work on an assignment before I’ve even started school? For a class I may or may not even be in? “Yeah, that’s exactly how I want to spend my Friday night. Don’t you have flying lessons to get to? Oh, wait, that’s right. You don’t .” Amelia spent months telling me how much better at flying she was going to be than me when she got her power. Then a few weeks ago she discovered she could teleport items to her, but only if she’d touched them before. It was apparently her great grandmother’s power on Helen’s side, meaning she didn’t inherit “the family power” like I did. And after enduring months of her
“But it does mean you don’t have a right to be jealous.”
I clench my fist. “I am not —”
“You only want to spend time with me because you can’t have me. That’s kind of the definition of jealous .”
“You’re my sidekick. How am I supposed to get my H if you’re spending all your time making out with some guy?”
“You say that, but every time I have a mission for us, you’re too busy with Kat. Slipping certain parts of your anatomy into certain parts of hers.’”
“ Language , Sarah.” The mouth on her. Seriously.
“Those were your own words, Damien. And besides, who says we’re making out?”
“Great, then you won’t mind if I—”
“We could be doing much more than that, but you know what? It’s none of your business.”
“Come on, Sarah, don’t be like that.”
“I have to go—Riley’s here with the movie. Good-bye, Damien.” She hesitates, then adds, “Don’t call back,” before hanging up.
“I’ll watch a movie with you,” Amelia says. She’s sitting on the edge of my bed, idly kicking one leg against the mattress.
This is what it’s come down to. Spending Friday nights watching movies with my half sister, who will always be free because she has no life. This is what I have to look forward to now that Kat’s moving to Vilmore without me and Sarah’s preoccupied with the Invisible Douche.
“Or I can go make sure Sarah’s not doing anything I wouldn’t do.”
Amelia snorts. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”
I pause, thinking it over. “Homework.”
She rolls her eyes, then brightens. “Have you started it? I bet you haven’t. You’re going to be so behind.”
“On what? School hasn’t even started yet.”
“Um, hello? Didn’t you get Miss Monk’s email? We already have a project assigned in Intro to Heroism, and it’s due Wednesday .” She says Wednesday like it’s the day the world’s going to end.
Did I mention that it’s not just me who’s starting at Heroesworth next week, but also Amelia? Even though she’s eight months younger than me and was a grade below me at our high school, she applied for early admission to Heroesworth this year, since she’ll be sixteen in October. They let her in—a decision that probably had more to do with her dad being the Crimson Flash than it did the ten-page essay she wrote them—which she bragged about all summer. At least until I got accepted, too, and then she said they’d let anybody in.
“I don’t even know what classes I’m in yet.” What with us not being allowed to choose any of our classes our first semester, plus I was kind of a last minute addition, thanks to Gordon pulling some strings with a friend on the admissions board. But I’m going to take a shot in the dark and guess that my classes are all, how you say, really stupid?
Amelia gapes at me. “Didn’t you read your intro packet? New students have to take Intro to Heroism. That means both of us.” She narrows her eyes a little, as if waiting for me to argue. Then she clears her throat. “If you want, I could help you start the assignment.”
Work on an assignment before I’ve even started school? For a class I may or may not even be in? “Yeah, that’s exactly how I want to spend my Friday night. Don’t you have flying lessons to get to? Oh, wait, that’s right. You don’t .” Amelia spent months telling me how much better at flying she was going to be than me when she got her power. Then a few weeks ago she discovered she could teleport items to her, but only if she’d touched them before. It was apparently her great grandmother’s power on Helen’s side, meaning she didn’t inherit “the family power” like I did. And after enduring months of her
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