Different World [1]

Chapter Seven

You Didn't Say Anything?

'The saddest thing about betrayal is, that it never comes from your enemies, it comes from those you trust the most'
-Unknown

Emma opened the door, still dressed in her lazy panda pyjamas and her hair in a lopsided bun. "Who in their right mind is here at— Jordan?" She halted with a yawn, raising her eyebrow at him. Jordan only gave her a cute shrug before holding up a black guitar case.

Emma made an 'oh' face before smiling at Jordan. "How the hell did I leave without my guitar?" Emma shook her head before taking the heavy instrument off Jordan. "I have no idea" Jordan answered with a small chuckle. He bounced on his heels before speaking again. "Also my Dad wants to know if you need a ride to Metropolis for the game" He added.

Emma placed a hand on her hip, rolling her eyes playfully. Jordan could have easily just texted her all this but he went out of his way to tell her in person. "Yeah, Sienna needs to stay here anyways, but if I have to share a motel room with anyone on the team I'm making my own way back" Emma told him honestly, getting an actual laugh from him.

"Don't worry, Dad picked out two rooms that are connected. But I should warn you he snores, like really bad I don't know how my Mom can sleep sometimes" Jordan faux whispered. Emma scrunched up her nose before snorting out a laugh. "I think I'll survive" She smirked at him before a weird and awkward feeling settled in.

"See you tomorrow?" Emma asked. Jordan nodded before bidding goodbye. Emma shook her head at him before closing the door. After setting down her guitar, Emma could feel her eyes burn.

Quickly she supported herself against the door, her mind clouded by her powers. She could see Jordan and a blur knocking him into the forest. Then the same blur, which seemed to be phasing like a speedster stopped.

Tag Harris.

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Emma walked quickly into the school building, her head pounding at the sounds of lockers shutting and people chattering around her. She kept her eye out for Jordan, trying to find him as quickly as possible.

She quickly found him at his locker, Jon beside him with his bag over his shoulder. Emma brushed past him, grabbing Jordan's face by his chin. "Are you okay? Did he catch Tag? How bad does it hurt?" She asked rapidly, examining the bruising on his face. Jordan was about to answer when the school bell rang.

Both of them covered their ears at the high-pitched bell, feeling their entire bodies ache at the pain. They were so absorbed in their pain that neither noticed Jon pulling them into the nearest bathroom.

Emma gripped herself on the nearest sink, trying to regulate her breathing as she looked at her reflection. Her eyes were a neon blue, the burn becoming so familiar. She looked down at her right hand, noticing a faint glow on the back of her hand.