The minutes ticked by, the night dragging on impossibly long as I reclaimed my spot on my bedroom floor. The rug beneath me pressed into my back and I couldn’t bear moving as the time crawled forwards. I should do my homework, I should do anything, but my mind was lost. Alex asked me to the athlete’s gala, and I shot him down for what? For my stupid superhero who can’t even come see me after a huge fight? Alex was sweet and made me laugh and, surprisingly, has been one of the few things that have been able to calm the chaos in my mind this month. Yet now he seemed to be causing more chaos than helping. Why couldn’t he be Onyx? The question made my eyebrows ruffle. He couldn’t, could he?
Finally pulling myself from the floor, I scrambled over to the list tucked inside my desk drawer. Alex
