What? I Have Superpowers?

By Kyra Myles

** Super J Series Book 1 **

Jenna Meade lives in Cary, North Carolina, and is a typical student starting her junior year in high school. At least she thinks she's typical, until Erik Gibson walks into the school. Erik's a bad boy, and very forward...just what Jenna has been drawn to, yet trying to avoid as an honor student. Erik has exactly her same schedule, and finally explains he's from outer space, on earth to protect Jenna. She can't believe it until he explains that she's a princess from the planet Dyrl, and proves to her that she has superpowers. Now it's up to them to save Dyrl and the earth.

And to think her worst problem used to be high school.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kyra Myles
• Release date: Dec 6, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452454290

Kyra Myles

Kyra makes her home in Wisconsin with her husband, three grown children, and various pets. She writes as all author names on www.SweetTaleBooks.com. See her website at www.kyramyles.com.

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Chapter 1

I don't want to go, Ronnie Valkirk yelled. I could see her from my locker, not too far from the front door where she stomped her feet in a temper tantrum. Ronnie was one of the stereotypical cheerleaders at our school--blonde with no brains and barely any clothes covering her skinny body.

The principal took one of Ronnie's arms while her mother had the other, yanking her inside the school. No! I need my social life! Ronnie howled, her sunglasses covering her tired eyes.

My friend, Cammie Johns, moved to stand beside me while clicking her tongue. Her social life consists of her boyfriend staying at her house all night. She gave a nod. Bridgette lives next door and told me he snuck out the window this morning. Her parents never knew.

No wonder she doesn't want to come to the first day of our junior year.

This is going on my secret underground blog, 'West Cary's Highlights and Lowlifes.' I just started it today. I think I'm going to nickname it 'WCH and L.' Ronnie's definitely a lowlife.

Our school was West Cary High, located in the town of Cary, to the west of Raleigh, North Carolina. Most of the people at the school were from families who moved to the south from up north, thus the local thought that Cary really stood for 'Containment Area for Relocated Yankees.' The thought made us all laugh, because only a handful of the kids had southern accents. My parents were originally from New York City, with the accents and attitude that went along with the location. I wished I were from New York City, but could only act like it and be tough.

I turned back to Cammie's thoughts. 'WCH and L' is too long. No one will remember it. Besides, couldn't you be charged with libel by printing that? I knew the law from watching the news every night.

Nope. She stuck out her chin in defiance. The first amendment gives me the right to speak and write. And considering it's a fact her boyfriend left the house this morning, it would stand in a court of law. Cammie shook her head. Kids never learn.

Kids? She's our age. We're juniors and hardly kids. I'm turning 17 in a month and I certainly don't want my mom thinking I'm still a kid. I just wish I had a car so I could come and go as I pleased. I hate riding that bus, still feeling like someone spit in my hair. I moved my hand to the strands, but felt nothing. I think I'm going to have my mom drive me from now on.

You do have a weird Mom and your bus is scary. Cammie stopped talking and nudged me, nodding toward the front door. New kid. I can spot 'em a mile away.

I turned, seeing a guy walk into the school past Ronnie who was still sobbing with the principal and her mother. He wore a black t-shirt, tight jeans, and dirty white sneakers. With his medium length hair, the guy was very hot.

He nodded to a bunch of other guys known for their bad reputation, but he had some other sort of air about him. Something different and indefinable.

With dark brown slightly curly hair and very light blue eyes, he almost looked like a model. But he was an odd sort of model, because his skin was light like mine. It was too light for his hair color, almost like a vampire in a movie. My look worked for me with my red hair and blue eyes, but for him, it just didn't make it.

When he finally made eye contact with me, my heart fell. His eyes were almost the color of ice and that smile…all I could think was 'wow.'

Ronnie ran from the front door, tucked her blonde hair back behind her ear, and wiped under her eyes. What's your name? she said to New Kid. Is this your first day here? I'm Ronnie. I'm going to be head cheerleader this year.

Wow. She dumped her sleepover boyfriend in a heartbeat and recovered really fast from her drama at the front door. Even her mom and the principal seemed surprised, finally walking away.

With a slight glance toward her, New Kid's smile disappeared as he stopped walking. Cheerleaders have to prove themselves to me. I dated one last year and she was dumber than a sponge. How many advanced classes have you taken?

Um… She lifted her head in thought, tapping her finger on her freshly over-glossed lips. Does home ec count?

He grunted a chuckle. No. I'm talking advanced physics, college level English, calculus, advanced placement microeconomics…classes like that.

I pulled my schedule from my planner. He was describing my day, even in order for my first four classes.

Something wasn't right and I knew it when New Kid's gaze moved slowly to my face as he stepped closer. What classes do you have?

My heart stopped and I swallowed hard. This guy was the definition of sexy. Um… My voice came out as a squeak and I cleared my throat, grabbing it in surprise.

Jenna's a nerd, Ronnie said. She grabbed New Kid's arm and spun him toward her. You need to hang out with me. I can make your wildest dreams come true.

In one quick movement, he removed his arm from her professionally manicured nail-claws and approached me. You're Jenna.

Uh… I was star-struck and took a step backward to collect my thoughts.

New Kid moved closer. The air got hotter and thicker. My name's Erik, he said. I'm…not from around here. Show me around, please?

I sucked in a breath and looked past Erik to see Cammie, standing slightly behind the guy. She was just as star-struck, her eyebrows lifted and her mouth agape showing the pink bubble gum on her tongue. A slight wind could've knocked her over.

Uh…sure, I finally said. Do you have your schedule?

Yeah. He lifted his hand, covered in black ink, but never moved his eyes from watching me.

I glanced downward. You wrote it on your palm? What an idiot. You won't remember it when it wears off.

He leaned toward my ear. Photographic memory. The secretary made me write it down, but I didn't need to.

He was too hot for his own good. I blew out a breath and sucked in another one. I had to stay in reality and not dream about dating this guy.

I held the back of his warm hand and lowered my eyes, feeling the electrical surge his skin provided. Staying logical around him and not swooning would be tough.

I had to gather my wits, still studying the schedule written on his hand. You have the same schedule I do. Exactly the same schedule. As I dropped his hot hand, I lifted my eyes to see his smile. No one has exactly the same schedule as anyone else.

His eyebrows lifted twice, dancing in front of my face. I do, he whispered.

That was it. Time for interrogation. Who are you and why do you have my schedule? I put my hand on my hip. He was nothing but a stalker and I dreaded the thought.

He moved beside me and put his arm over my shoulder, the scent of his cologne making my knees weak. Babe, he whispered, moving me closer to my locker. We need to stick together.

Why?

I'm your…bodyguard. He chuckled, but he was entirely too smooth for my liking.

Uh-huh. I had to be bold, to show I wasn't falling for him. Maybe I was trying to convince myself, but I had to be tough, so I rolled my eyes and moved away from his arm. I wasn't going to be easy for him to conquer. He had to treat me right, first.

Jenna, Cammie whispered, running to my side. He's hot.

I know, I whispered back. He stood at my other side, nodding to all the kids in the hallway with a grin. I don't trust him. I grabbed my notebooks from my locker and shoved them into my backpack.

I do, she whispered. May I have him?

I slung my backpack over my shoulder. Go ahead. I walked away, suddenly flanked by Erik on my left and Cammie on my right.

Introduce me, Cammie whispered.

Erik, Ronnie said, running up to his other side. We're having cheerleading practice tonight and I wondered--

Not interested, he said, and took my hand. Taken, so scram.

Not. I pulled my hand from his with a sigh. Have you, by chance, met Cammie? I pointed so he'd get it. Cammie was average looking with mousey brown hair, brown eyes, and big thick glasses. Maybe he liked the nerd look?

He leaned around me, appearing nonchalant as he put his arm over my shoulder. Hey, he said to Cammie.

Cammie jumped up and down. Hi! I have to go, uh, update some things. She waved back at Erik. I'll see you after school?

We'll see.

Cammie squealed and ran off.

I shrugged out of the hold Erik had on my shoulders. Who are you, anyway?

We'll get to that. But first, let's talk about you. You seeing anyone?

Lying to Erik would be no problem. Yeah. Nathan. He's in a few of my classes and he's going to be really upset if you're this forward around me. At least I hoped Nathan would be upset.

Erik wasn't falling for it. You don't seem to mind. You even like me flirting with you.

No. I sighed. He was going to be a pain if he kept bothering me like this, but maybe I could pawn him off to someone else, or kick him out the front door. Needless to say, with this albatross around my neck, my four-point-zero GPA just went kaput.

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Chapter 2

Hey, Jenna. Nathan sat in front of me in advanced physics, our first class of the day. I'd gotten there early, after showing Erik the important parts of the school, emphasizing the location of the school's front door. I tried to get rid of him and run away to hide, but knew he'd walk into the classroom at any moment.

Because we'd gotten our schedules about a month before school, Nathan and I had compared notes. Nathan was in a few of my classes, but not advanced placement microeconomics, college level English, French IV, or P.E. At least we had calculus and physics together.

Hey, I whispered. Want to study tonight? I needed a cover.

Maybe. Gotta check with my mom. I can't wait to get started this year. I understand we'll be discussing derivatives for physics equations--

Jenna, I heard.

I turned, seeing Erik take a seat beside me. And here I was hoping he'd get stuck in his locker or find himself locked out of the building.

Can't you sit somewhere else? I whispered. I'm busy. I darted my eyes toward Nathan.

Who, him? Erik made a face mocking Nathan. Who are you?

I'm Nathan. He nodded. And you?

Erik Gibson. He winked at me.

I turned toward Nathan. "He's new and in all my classes." I rolled my eyes for only Nathan to see.

"All your classes? Nathan pushed his thick glasses up farther and stared at Erik. That's not possible."

Sure it is, Erik said. I'm protecting Jenna. I'm her bodyguard.

From whom?

Guys like you. Erik chuckled. So you're the boyfriend.

Boyfriend? Nathan's head spun toward me. I'm not your boyfriend. We're friends, remember? We weren't going to date anyone until college because it's too superficial otherwise.

I lowered my head. Nathan was an idiot, because he knew I used him just like he used me. He knew better than to say anything about our pact.

She's someone very special, Erik said. You should ask her out, or someone like me might just whisk her off her feet.

I crossed my arms and stared at Erik. Never. And I'm not anyone special.

Nathan turned toward Erik in confusion. What are you talking about? Why is Jenna special?

Erik glanced toward the front of the room. Teacher, he whispered. With a nod, he turned and grabbed a notebook from his backpack, almost appearing as if he was a good student.

But I knew better. He was really good at faking his concern with everything. I was just glad to see through it before he could make me fall for him.

I sat up and watched Mr. Johnson walk into the room. After the niceties of roll call, the announcements, the pledge, and handing out books and the syllabus, the class got quiet. I loved upper level classes because the bad kids never took them. I was only with my peeps, even though we were all striving to get ahead. Most of the kids were willing to step on anyone to get the best grades, but not me. I worked hard for every A I earned. I was a teacher's pet and proud of it.

We have a new student to the school in this classroom. Mr. Johnson pointed toward the nemesis beside me. Erik Gibson. I want you all to make sure he's welcome to this school.

Erik smiled, but I could tell he wanted to say something. I hoped he'd keep his mouth shut, but he opened it anyway. Thank you, Mr. Johnson. I'll be hanging out with Jenna Meade.

He knew my last name, too? Who was this guy?

We have identical schedules. Erik glanced toward me. Great minds think alike.

I wanted to die, lowering my head to my hands on my desk while everyone else just laughed.

That's nice, Mr. Johnson said. Here's what we're going to talk about this year. He continued teaching, but I knew my face must be beet red because my cheeks burned. I lifted my head and tried to concentrate instead.

I saw a page flip to my left, where Erik sat. Hey, he whispered.

I glanced over, seeing something written on his notebook paper, hanging over the side of the desk. 'Are you serious?' it said.

I rolled my eyes and faced forward, having no idea what he was talking about.

Hey, Erik whispered again.

I glanced over to the new note. 'You have a crush on the teacher?' it now read.

I shook my head, ignoring him.

Are there any questions? Mr. Johnson asked.

Erik's hand flew upward. Jenna wants to know if you're seeing anyone.

Shoot me now and aim for the irritant sitting beside me.

Mr. Johnson looked confused. I don't date students. And yes, I'm seeing someone. We're getting married over the Christmas break. Now, are there any questions related to motion, which will be our first topic? Does anyone know anything about the laws of motion?

Erik's hand flew up again and Mr. Johnson crossed his arms. Yes, Erik.

I know about motion. But when you teach Newton's laws, Euler's laws, and Cauchy's equations, are you also going to describe the laws on other planets? Are you going to get into Kepler's laws of motions of the planets?

I thought we might touch on that, Mr. Johnson said, seeming smug.

I hoped you would. Erik grinned. Now, are you also going to touch on Trapp's fifth law of motion? It not only takes time and space into consideration, somewhat like the Cauchy equations, but also discusses the transporter effect on motion and the different forces of gravity on other planets… Erik started spouting off things that I'd never heard before, and I'd studied physics in the past.

From Mr. Johnson's raised eyebrows and his mouth hanging open, he'd never heard any of it before, either. That's an interesting theory, Mr. Gibson, if we had a transporter and a transporter effect or lived on other planets. But that's science fiction, unless you're an alien from outer space and were transported here by using a wormhole or something.

As all the other students laughed, Erik glanced toward me with a nod and a grin. Yikes. Something in my soul told me Mr. Johnson had hit the nail on the head.

When the other kids stopped laughing, Mr. Johnson fielded other questions and Erik's comment was forgotten. At least I hoped so. I really had to get away from this guy, especially if he was an alien.

After class, I said goodbye to Nathan and ran to my next class, hoping Erik would get lost, literally and figuratively.

I sat down in the back of the college level English class, hoping Erik wouldn't be able to find the room. But no such luck. He walked into the class with his arm over Cammie's shoulder. So you're taking upper level English classes?

Sure. She giggled in a low tone. Want to study with me?

He glanced around the room while I inched down in my seat, propping my only textbook on the desk in front of my face. I glanced out over the top, hoping he wouldn't see me.

I have a study buddy already, Erik said, and nodded toward me.

I ducked, but knew it was too late.

Maybe later, he said to Cammie. But his gaze stayed on me. I knew it, because I peeked around the side of my open physics book sitting in front of my face.

Erik headed back to see me, leaning closer. You might want to turn the book the right way to make the façade more believable. He lifted the book and flipped it the right way, much to my chagrin.

As he sat beside me on my right, I had to sigh. Look, I said to him. You don't have to follow me all day long. You're not my bodyguard and don't own me. I'm not some celebrity that needs you around.

Yes, you do. He leaned closer to me, resting his elbows on his thighs. We'll talk later. In the meantime, try not to get out of my sight. An enemy you've never met will be called on in the near future to make sure you're not alive.

Who? I whispered.

That's what I'm here to find out. He sat back and moved his feet under his desk.

I sat through that class but had no idea what Mrs. Dollman was saying. I'm just glad it was the first day of school or I'd be completely lost.

After class, I grabbed Cammie's arm on the way out. I need all your notes for that class. I spaced out the whole time.

You don't need any notes, Erik said, standing on my other side. It's all in your head. Just think about it and you'll remember every word that woman said. Granted, that class didn't offer anything of much value to anyone, but you have it all up here. He tapped my temple. I'll show you how to get to it.

Can you show me, too? Cammie asked with a grin.

Maybe later. He took my arm and walked with me to calculus. At least Nathan would be there. But when we reached the class, I saw Nathan talking to some girl I didn't know.

Erik stopped walking as soon as he saw the girl. I can't believe they sent her. My nemesis.

What are you talking about?

Her. He pointed. She's the enemy.

He was so right, because she was talking to Nathan. But I doubted Erik thought she was the enemy for the same reason I did. Time to pull out my New York attitude…or the Nerf gun I had stashed in my backpack, even though it was illegal in school. This girl was history.

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Chapter 3

Erik grabbed my arm and forced me down the hallway to the men's bathroom. He yanked open the door and pushed me inside, following right along. Various guys stood at the urinals and sink, some even throwing water at each other. But all of them stopped whatever they were doing and stared at me as I stood at the door.

I covered my eyes. I'm so sorry. I'm here against my will.

A hand on my arm pulled me right along as we walked. A door shut and warm fingers encompassed my hand. You're safe now, Erik whispered.

He moved my hand away and I saw a huge bathroom stall in front of me. I guessed it was the handicapped stall.

Why are we here? I asked. We're going to be late for class. The bell rang and my heart sank. Great. Detention. I've never had detention in my life.

Erik pulled out his cell phone and dialed. We're in the bathroom hiding out. Fix it. He nodded, his gaze moving to my face. "Amber's here. Did you know that? She's in our