Chapter One

Exactly two years ago... I killed a man.

Okay, so maybe the man was actually my pet beetle, William and I cried a little as I realised I had trod on him. Yes, I guess that wasn't even twisting the truth a little bit; it was just a downright lie but I wanted to sound interesting.

Anyway, my name is Hannah Mcmore and there's practically nothing interesting about me besides the fact that I'm hilariously short. I'm 5ft 2 (but I'm nearly 5ft 3, honest) and I'm the smallest girl in my school... which is why my height is 'hilarious'- because I'm actually in my last year of school now- I'm in year 13 (upper sixth).

My friends Amanda and Yvone tend to laugh whenever I insist that I'm still going to grow. My height goal is 5ft 5 but they've repeatedly told me that it's not going to happen seeing as I've been 5ft 2 since year 9. However, I say otherwise and continue to pursue the dream of being taller than my younger brother without having to wear heels.

My dreams? I just want to find 'The one'. Mr Right. Prince Charming. The one who's the light bulb to my lampshade- yeah yeah, I know that's not really a romantic but it still makes sense. I want to leave year 13, 5ft 5 tall with a sweet boyfriend who preferably has lips like Chord Overstreet.

“That was a great speech, Hannah.” Yvone pocked her head around my bedroom door with Amanda stood close behind. I was speaking about these two earlier, they're my best friends who are always laughing at me whenever I mention my height goal. It totally wasn't fair; Yvone was nearly 6ft tall and Amanda was 5ft 8. On top of that, Yvone's hair was short and spiky in all the right places and it had recently been dyed back to her natural hair colour- brown- and then Amanda had beach blonde curls that fell past her shoulders and they both had bright green eyes. They were blessed with height and good looks whereas I was just a short social outcast who had annoyingly thin and flat, light brown hair that stuck up in all the wrong places. God, these two were so lucky.

“Yeah, I love the bit about the light bulb.” Amanda chuckled, pushing Yvone into my bedroom before taking a seat at my desk. There are actually three seats at my desk and we made them last year so that they had each of our names written on the back. Amanda always manages to sit in my seat though.

“So how often do you stand on your bed in your 'punk is not dead' shirt and deliver speeches about your life?” Yvone questioned me as I jumped down from said bed and flopped back into my mountain of pillows.

“Often enough.” I answered, winking at them both.

“I wish you were like this at school...” Yvone sighed and Amanda nodded in agreement.

“Guys, not this again. Please,” I groan. Long story short is that I keep myself to myself at school. I just want to grow taller and get grades and then get the fuck outta there.

“Look, we know the real you; it took us ages of bonding over Grease songs but at school you're still...”

“Shy. Quiet. Somewhat scared of any guy that approaches you.” Amanda finished off Yvone's sentence.” I sighed and wriggled around, bringing a few pillows with me as I lay on my stomach facing them.

“Hey, I am not shy! Remember when Toby called my mom a MILF last year? My reaction was a blur of every curse known to man across the world.” I began to chew on my lip and hugged my pillow a little bit tighter at the memory of his face paling.

“Ahh nevermind. Either way as long as you continue to speak to us even after we move to university, I don't mind. Promise us you will.” Amanda and Yvone both stuck out their pinkies towards me and I grinned before sealing the pinky promise.

“Oh by the way I heard news,” Amanda wiggled her brows at me.

“Your older brother's coming back to town soon, right?” Yvone finished off. I swear these two could be twins; one always knows what the other is thinking.

“How did you guys find that out before me?” I whined, kicking my feet. See, I really love my brother- he's always been there for me when I've needed him most and he was my best friend before Amanda and Yvone came into my life.

“Facebook.” Yvone replied, holding up her phone and waved it around.

“10 quid says you haven't checked your Facebook messages for the past two weeks,” Amanda smirked.

“Fine, I didn't check my Facebook messages but he could have just text me like any normal person would have done,” I pouted.

“You changed your number, idiot.” Amanda lent over the chair and reached towards me to poke my forehead.

“Ow,” I whined and rubbed my head, “But still- he could have told my little bro or my mom.”

Yvone's hand flew to her mouth and she sniggered.

“Ohmygod, the cheeky bastard did tell them, didn't he?!” I yelled. “I can't believe him!”

“Jeez Hannah, stop whining and just be happy your bro's coming back.” I turned my head and stared at Amanda.

“How can I be happy that he's coming back when that means I'll have you two drooling aaaaall over my shoulders the whole time he's here?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest as I sat up straight on my bed.

“We can't help that he's so tasty, geez Hannah. Don't worry though, we'll make sure we won't drool too much- we wouldn't want to ruin your carpet,” Amanda laughed. I reached out and gently thumped her shoulder jokingly.

“The carpet is besides the point. Also, my brother's room is off limits once he's back- you two really freaked him out when he found you hidden underneath his bed. I tried explaining you were just trying to scare him but he still found it slightly weird,” I told my two friends with a shrug.

“Fine, fine. Don't worry anyway- with our A-levels coming up we won't have time to be dreaming about your brother.” Yvone told me this as if it was going to assure me.

“Woah, did you hear that?” Amanda suddenly yelped.

“Hear what? You shouting?” I teased.

“No, it was a really loud car door shutting or something,” she replied as she walked over to my open window. (I actually have two windows, one that faces the front and the other that faces the side of a empty house.) Me and Yvone followed closely behind, peering out of the window behind her.

“Wow, it looks like someone's moving in next door.” Yvone was right- There was a huge truck that had been opened and there were a few men taking household items and furniture out of the back of the vehicle.

“Does that mean you're getting neighbours?” Yvone asked what I was thinking.

“I guess so. It's just a bit off- we haven't had neighbours for years in that house. I wonder if it'll be an old couple or a young couple or a single parent or a lonely middle aged person,” I thought out loud.

“You'll find out later,” Amanda told me, sitting on the edge of my window ledge.

“I will?” I asked slightly confused.

“Yeah, remember when the Nicoleson's moved in six months back- Your mom made you take home-made treats to their house as a friendly neighbourhood welcoming present, don't you remember?”

“Oh yeah, of course. Whenever we get neighbours mom gets this weird idea that we have to make friends with all of them,” I explained. It didn't bother me too much as I was always curious to see what type of people were moving in but at the same time I kinda felt like my mom was always making too much of an effort to make friends with everyone.

“Well I'm going downstairs to tell Ms Mcmore that you have new neighbours! I feel in the mood for your mom's home-made treats!” Amanda yelled, hurtling out of my room with Yvone hot on her tail. I knew what they were like aswell- As soon as they'd shovelled a few of my mom's cookies or cakes down their throats they'd leave so that I'd have to go to the house alone and then they'd laugh the next day as I explain what catastrophes may have occurred just from visiting someone's house.

I sighed and closed my window and left my room to see what tweedle dee and tweedle dum were up to.

“Hi H.” My mom greeted me as she tied her apron around her waist. “The girls were just telling me that we have new neighbours so seeing as I'm not busy right now, I'll make some cookies. Care to help?” I glanced over to my two friends who were staring at me with big wide puppy dog eyes. I groaned and raised a hand to my face, dragging it downwards.

“Fine, I'll help but only because these thing one and thing two won't join in if I don't,” I replied. I went over to the pegs and pulled my cooking apron down. My mom had brought it from Ebay and coincidently it sort of matched my 'punk is not dead' shirt, only my mom had brought a dodgy version and it actually read 'funk is not fed.' She explained to me that she thought it sounded hip and cool and I explained to her it made no sense.

My mom had whipped up her special batch of cookie mix in no time and was already taking off her apron.

“You girls can go ahead and mould the dough into whatever shapes you'd like. The oven's already preheated so you only have to stick them in,” my mom explained before sauntering off.

“Hey look Han, I made a peen.” Amanda burst out laughing as she held up her poor attempt of a 'peen'.

“Good afternoon m'aam, I heard you had a particular interest in the D.” Yvone held out her hand that contained her cookie dough that had been shaped into the letter D. “Or is it that you'd prefer the V because I also have one of those too.” In her other hand she held out another batch of cookie dough that had been pressed into the letter V.

“Oh my god you guys!” I whined, softly nudging my elbow into each of their sides. “How would anyone think that we're actually in year 13 when you two are so immature?”

“Calm down Hannah, it was just a joke.” Amanda whipped her finger across my cheek leaving a small trail of flour on my face. I made a mental note to myself that I needed to remember to wash it off before I left the house.

“Yeah Haaaaaanah.” Yvone repeated Amanda, purposely droning out my name. God, as immature as they were I really did love the two twits.

“C'mon guys let's be serious about this. Just roll them into neat little circle or squares and then stick them on the tray” I instructed.

“Yes M'aam,” Yvone replied with a mocking salute. We all chatted away as we rolled out the mix my mom had made and cut up the pieces of dough into different shapes.

“Right-o, we're done.” Amanda sighed as she shoved the tray in the oven. “What'd we do now?”

“How about we go home and pray that Hannah will save us a few cookies?” Yvone suggested staring at me with wide eyes, trying to make me give in.

“Alright, alright. You guys go and leave me- yet again- to deliver the cookies to complete strangers.”

“Thanks Han, you're a babe,” Amanda told me as she gave me a friendly hug.

“We'll see you later, don't forget to tell us all the details, okay?” Yvone waved to me as I watched them walk down the path from the front of my house.

“Yeah yeah, alright. See you.” I waved back and shut the door, a sigh escaping my lips. I wasn't sure if I was relieved that the two had left or if I was just tired. Either way, I was going to nap for a few minutes and wait till the cookies were done.

 

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My eyes fluttered open and I could make out a tall blurry figure hovering above me causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. I rubbed at my eyes as I shot out of the sofa and squinted.

“Oh, it's only you mom,” I said with a sigh of relief. “You scared me.” She had her hands on her hips and had one of her neatly plucked eyebrows arched. “...What did I do?”

“You nearly burnt the bloody cookies. I rescued them of course- Supermom to the rescue,” she laughed and flexed her arms jokily.

“Aha, sorry mom,” I told her, grinning sheepishly. I glanced at my old watch on my wrist that my brother had given me a few years back for my birthday. Shit, I'd been asleep for over 2 hours- That was not a nap.

“Well it's okay because I noticed that whoever had moved in next door has stopped moving things into their house and is now currently resting. Probably. Either way they're in their house.” She grinned at me and I understood what she was getting at. Geez, she was so easy to read that a telepath wouldn't have to use their mystic powers around her.

“I'll go and deliver them,” I muttered and shuffled off to the kitchen where she had packed the cookies into a metallic tin. You know those tins you get at Christmas full of sweets that people tend to keep and stuff all their needles and thread in? No? Well either way that's the kind of tin I'm talking about.

I quickly left the house with the cookies and the odd tin in tow and began to walk up my new neighbours pavement. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck beginning to stand up and I shivered so hard it felt like a bolt of electricity had gone straight down my spine and had rattled all my insides. I wasn't scared... no, this was something weird. Something odd. Something I just couldn't quite put my finger on.

I hesitated before raising my fist knock the door and it quickly swung open. I took a step back in surprise and blinked. In front of me there was a tall teenage male with a bright red jumper loosely clinging to his body and I noticed a long strand of it had been pulled out of it- it had probably been snagged on something. He ran his fingers through his chocolate brown curls and looked straight over my head as if I wasn't even there. Yes, he was tall (he may have been about 6ft 1) but that was just uncalled for. I coughed and he looked down, a frown forming across his face.

“Hi. I live next door and my mom sent me over to deliver these cookies,” I mumbled. Ugh get a grip Hannah, speak louder for Christ's sake.

He continued to stare at me and stayed silent. His eyes felt like he was studying me and I suddenly felt rather uncomfortable. I held the cookies further out, trying to urge him to take the cookies so I could just get the fuck away. He just kept staring at me and it felt like his emerald eyes were boring holes into my face.

“Is there something you want to say?” I asked, staring back.

He stayed quiet before finally replying, “I hate you.”

What?

“What did you just say?”

“I know you heard exactly what I said so there's no point in me repeating myself,” he told me. Who the hell did this guy think he was? I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn and my fingers clenched around the metallic tin.

“That's kind of rude, don't you think?”

“No, I don't think it was rude. I just don't think I've ever met someone I dislike as much as you.” My mouth hung open at his reply.

“Excuse me? You don't even know me so how can you be so sure you don't like me?” I asked lividly.

“I just don't. Now, it was really nice seeing you but I think it's better if you leave and don't come back,” he told me before swiftly taking the tin of cookies out of my hand and slamming the door shut in my face. What. The. Hell. That was the most humiliating- no, the most degrading moment of my life! I'd never met someone so rude in my life! He didn't even know me and the first words he'd ever said to me were 'I hate you'. Who does that?!

I stomped off down the pavement, absolutely seething with anger. I swear if my life was a weird cartoon you'd see that odd red aura surrounding me as I stormed off. Luckily enough this isn't a cartoon and this is life. I scowled and kicked the curb, trying to send a few rocks into the air to express my anger like they do in the films. Instead I managed to topple over and fall into the road, a scream echoing around me as I saw two bright lights coming towards me. I suddenly realised that it was me screaming and that the two bright lights were the headlights of a truck heading towards me before my vision went black.

Two years ago... I killed a man. Okay maybe I didn't- but you don't know that for sure- but what you do know is that two years after I trod on my pet beetle, I died.

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Chapter Two

“..ing around...”

There was a sharp pain drumming in my head as I opened my eyes to check my surroundings. My vision was blurry and dark and the colours that were around me were swirling and merging together so that I could barely make out any of the objects around me.

“...She okay?”

“I think she's coming around.”

I blinked a few times and the sharp stabbing pain began to calm down, my vision becoming more clear. There were at least three faces gathered around me and I shot up out of my seat, only to find that my legs had buckled underneath me and gave way so that I could have a lovely one to one with the floor.

“Here.” A girl with flaming red curls falling around her face helped pull me up and place me onto the sofa.

Wait... sofa? Who's sofa was this? It certainly wasn't mine. I stared up at the four strangers surrounding me, waiting for an explanation.

“What's going on?” I asked with a frown when I realised no one was giving answers.

“Are you going to tell her or am I?” A tall male with a curly blonde mop threatening the view of his eyes turned to the others.

“Well you remember how we broke it to Amber, she thought we were mental. I never thought I'd expect to find another one of us living around here when we've only just moved.”

Another one of them? What, a teenager?

“I'm not speaking to her, you can count me out.” I glanced to where the voice had came from and my mouth dropped open. The person who had spoke was my new next door neighbour- the rude one. Wait, I'd only met him a few minutes ago before I'd blanked out. How on earth did I blank out?

I thought hard as the group of people surrounding me began to mutter amongst themselves about 'breaking it to me'. I thought back to me leaving his house. I'd furiously stormed off and kicked the side of the curb- managing to somehow fall into the road. There were two bright lights coming towards me- ahh, I remember now- they were headlights. So if there were headlights coming towards me then wouldn't that mean that I got run over?

“Ohmygod, am I in heaven?” I gasped. It made sense, I mean... how else would I able to be move right now? I should be dead- no, I am dead. I glanced over at my curly haired neighbour and frowned. If this was heaven and he was an angel then why the fuck was he so rude- holy shit... I'm in hell.

“You're not in heaven-” A female with a black slick bob started.

“I'm in hell, I fucking knew it. Ohmygod, are you guys demons who are going to spit roast me? I taste like crap, I promise you that you wouldn't want to eat me!” I began to panic and looked at the group of teens with wide eyes.

“You're not in hell either, idiot,” the prick next door spoke up.

“Well where else am I?” I asked with a scowl prominent on my face.

“You're on earth, why the heck do you think you'd be in hell?” The blonde one spoke again.

“Because I got by a truck.... didn't I?” Had I remembered it wrong? Maybe it was a dream.

“Well actually the truck missed you and you passed out.”

“Don't lie to her, Amber,” the girl who was sporting the black bob was frowning at the red haired female who I'm guessing went by the name Amber.

“But Aya-” Amber started.

“No buts. None of you wusses will tell her so I'll explain to her.” Aya sat down beside me and smiled. “Look here kiddo, the truth is that you're a Virus. We're not sure what power you have but you escaped that truck in one piece, completely unharmed so we know for a fact you must be at least a C class Virus.”

“A Virus? What, you mean that I'm a common cold floating around in someone's body?” I asked knitting my eyebrows together. The tall male who lived next door scoffed and rolled his eyes at my question.

“Scott, don't roll your eyes at her, I can see what you're doing.” How on earth could she see what he was doing? It wasn't like she had eyes in the back of her head. She shook her head and gave me a sympathetic smile. “No, not at all. To put it quite simply, you have super powers.”

I blinked at the last sentence, replaying what she had just told me in my head. Maybe she was on drugs? She did look a bit pale and gaunt now that I thought about it. She turned around to face Scott and arched a brow as if awaiting an answer to a question she'd never asked.

“I don't fucking know, I can't tell for some god damn reason,” he grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, wearing a frown on his face. I was really tempted to tell him that if he kept frowning he'd have his face stuck like that but I resisted the urge.

“You can't tell? What the hell, of course you can. If you just don't want to say, say you don't want to but don't lie,” the blonde haired male flicked his hair out of his face, glaring at Scott. “You know how much I hate liars,” he spat. Scott scoffed and stormed out the room before sending one last glare in my direction.

“Jason..” Amber placed her hand on male's shoulder, sighing. “I don't think Scott was lying. He seemed really frustrated ever since she's been here,” she pointed at me.

“My name's Hannah,” I told her.

“Ahh, thanks for telling me,” she said with a nod, “Well ever since Hannah's been here's he's been on edge and even refused to speak to her earlier. You know Scott isn't usually moody.” I raised a brow at that comment. He sure didn't seem like he was cheery all the time and I had to hold back a laugh at the sudden thought of him doing some sort of cheery dance while wearing a cheesy grin on his face.

“Well anyway, Aya's right. I could see the disbelieve in your face as she told you. You honestly have supernatural powers- although I'm not too sure what they are.” Jason muttered, chewing on his lip. His frown had left his face and he now looked as if he felt rather guilty. It was my turn to scoff. It seemed that Scott was rubbing off on me.

“I'm just guessing you're a bunch of kids who love comic books way too much,” I said with a laugh. Although I was laughing outside, I could feel a ball of uncertainty pooling in my stomach. “If you really have super powers, why don't you prove it?” There. With no proof they could finally stop trying to convince me that I was the Influenza.

“Alright then,” Amber said stepping forward. “If we prove it to you, you're going to have to stick with us from now on. We can't just let a Class C Virus be running around with absolutely no knowledge of what they are.”

Right, time for the crappy magic show, I thought. What was Amber going to do? Make her thumb come off like my mom used to when she was younger? Make a coin pop out my ear? Oh, I could hardly wait.

“Watch this,” she instructed me. From the corner of my eye I could see a smile growing on Jason's face- his very cute face, I must admit. Amber gently grasped my hand and placed her forefinger on the middle of my palm. Her finger twitched and I began to feel a cold sensation right in that spot slowly growing outwards. It began to speed up and spread to my fingers and I could see the skin on my palm begin to turn a light blue causing me to I gasp and shake my hand, leaving shivers running down my spine.

Okay, I had to admit that was pretty cool but.. maybe she had really icy fingers. As if she knew what I was thinking she took a hold of my hand again, delicately pulling up my sleeve. This time she swished two of her fingers around my wrist in a circular motion and my breath hitched as I began to see tiny segments of ice crystals form and sparkle over my wrist.

“Do you like it?” She asked, admiring her work. I had to admit that the bracelet around my wrist was a pretty damn good one. I nodded my head slowly in agreement and poked the bracelet to see if it was just a figment of my imagination. Sure enough, it was there.

“It's actually real..” I muttered and then stared back at her. She had an amused smile playing on her lips and her blue eyes looked like they were sparkling with excitement. I felt like I should be scared and be even more surprised but for some reason.. the only thing that I felt was curiosity.

“So... you use ice?” I asked her and decided to lie down on the sofa I'd woken up on a few minutes ago. “Wait so if you use ice, why's it not cold? Why is it actually rock solid jewellery?”

“That's because Amber's got special properties in her ice magic. There are only ten Ice Viruses who can solidify their things.” Aya answered, looking at Amber with admiration. “On top of that, not only is she a Class B Ice Virus but she also managed to stabilize and master her powers within 3 months. She's one of a kind.”

Okay so right now a bunch of random alphabetical class something chickenpoxes were standing around me showing me their supernatural powers. Just. Woah. I have got to be dreaming.

Suddenly a small bolt of pain shot through my arm and I grimaced in pain, grasping my arm with my other hand.

“Just so you know you're not dreaming. Everyone thinks it at some point so I thought it would be better to prove it to you now.” I looked up to see Jason smirking at me and I put up my finger to stop him from speaking any further.

“Hang on, so your power is giving people pain?” I asked, tilting my head to the side in curiously.

“It's not unique, he's just mastered it to a Class S level,” Aya butted in and looked me in the eye. “I'd tell you more about Jason's power but as it extends a lot further than just a small bolt of pain going up your arm so I'll leave it up to him to tell you the rest- when he's ready of course.” I looked at Jason, hoping for a bigger explanation then and there but he shrugged, making it apparent that he wasn't going to be opening up to me any time soon.

“What's your power, Aya?” I asked, watching her closely.

“I have eyes. I have way too many eyes.” She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Everywhere I touch becomes an eye for me. I can concentrate on a certain place and see what's going on. Unfortunately my powers don't extend any further than that so I'm stuck as a C Class Virus.”

“That's sounds like a really interesting power though.” I told her and she scoffed.

“About 17% of the student body at my old school had the same power as me. It's not unique or interesting.” Oh. Well.. it sounding pretty unique to me. Wait- 17% of her school?

“How many of you common colds are there floating around for 17% of the student body to have powers?” I asked, stunned.

“Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about that- Aya went to a hidden institute for Viruses. Every single student there was a Virus- not a common cold.” Amber answered cheerfully and stretched her arms out.

“Scott's about to come sulking in,” Aya suddenly informed us. We all turned towards the door and sure enough, within a few seconds, moody pants had entered the room.

“What's Sour Sack's power?” I asked, pointing over in Scott's direction.

“The name's Scott, not Sour Sack,” he told me. Luckily, everyone around me had said their names at some point so I already knew his name- I just felt Sour Sack suited him a lot more. “If you want to know, just ask me.”

“Alright then.” I stood up from the sofa and walked over to him. Goddamn, he was my ideal boyfriend's height- a lot taller than me. “What's your power... Scott?”

“His power's are all in the mind,” Amber blurted out. Was it protocol that when I asked someone a question, someone else would answer? “He can do mind reading, controlling and even telepathy. Cool, huh? He's a Class A Virus, one class below Jason.” Crumbs, he can read minds? That means he's heard me sassing him all this time.

“Don't worry, I wouldn't want to read yours,” Scott told me.

“More like you cou-”

“Shh, Aya. He obviously doesn't want her to know yet,” Amber told the taller female with a smile. My head was beginning to feel way too heavy for my shoulders as all the information began to soak in. There was currently someone able to read my mind, someone who was able to use ice, someone who could shoot pain up my arm without a second glance and someone with a lot of eyes surrounding me. A few moments ago this seemed quite easy to take in but suddenly I could feel the stress of it all hitting me. I took a few steps back, feeling slightly dizzy and grasped the table that was behind me.

“I feel sick,” I groaned. Amber pressed the back of her hand against my head and hummed quietly.

“Well you don't have a temperature and you don't seem that ill so your stomach is probably just churning from all the information going into your head. Here, let me help you sit back down.” She took a hold of my hand and led me to the sofa, sitting me down.

“So.. why are you guys called Viruses?” I asked, furrowing my brows. “If you have super powers, why aren't you called something more interesting?” It sounded odd saying 'super powers'. The words didn't roll off my tongue like most words would and felt heavy- I guess that's probably just because I didn't ever expect to be using the words in real life.

“It's what the government named us,” Scott spat.

“Wait, so the government do know about you? Why aren't you all over the news? Why is it that people don't know about you?” I started aiming questions at them and I noticed the sudden tense air.

“Have you ever seen the definition of a Virus?” Jason asked me.

“an infective agent that typically consists of a nucleic acid molecule in a protein co-” I had began to recite my last biology class until I got cut off my Aya.

“I didn't mean the exact definition, Hannah.”

“I looked up the definition when I found out about my powers. I still remember the words that flashed across my laptop screen when I searched the definition on Google,” Amber muttered, “The words I read were 'a harmful or corrupting influence.' They think we're dangerous-”

“Some of us are-” Jason shot back, only to be shushed by Aya as Amber continued to speak to me.

“If it got out about us, the whole world would be having a mental breakdown. You wouldn't be able to trust your so called best friend without wondering if they might be able to read your mind or do something to you at any given second.”

“I think I get you,” I slowly nodded my head. “Wait but...” I paused and ran my tongue over my dry lips, “I didn't die when I got hit my that truck. You said I was practically untouched- Does that mean we can't die?”

“We can die but it all depends of what Class you are really.” Amber replied.

“People like Jason are S Classes. He can only die of a,” Scott made air quotation marks, “'natural' death- And by 'natural', I mean that he gets to live for a few thousand years before he can die of 'old age'.” His face was scrunched up in disgust as he spoke.

“Hey, don't get ahead of yourself, don't forget we can kill each other,” Aya interrupted. “Besides the government has one of our kind in their custody.” She grimaced as he spoke. “The more they experiment on her, the more likely they are to find a way to get rid of us.”

“Why don't they want... us?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Are you saying that right now they're trying to find a way to kill us?”

“Guys, I think this way too much information to be telling Hannah on her first day.” Jason ran his fingers through his hair as he spoke.

“Mm, he's right. It's getting late and I can hear her mom worrying about if the new neighbours have kidnapped her precious daughter.” Scott agreed, clicking his fingers one by one.

“I-” Amber was about to say something but Jason quickly cut in.

“I'll walk her back to her house,” he said and held his hand out for me to take a hold of.

“I'm not a kid and it's not like I live far away at all. If you didn't realise, I live one door away,” I protested but took a hold if his hand so I could pull myself up off the sofa. Although our skin touched for a few seconds before I let go to brush my jeans off, I noticed that his hands were incredibly soft and just a tiny bit warm. I shook the thought out of my head and headed towards the door, Jason still insisting on following me. “Seriously, I only live next door. I'll be fine.”

“Please stop arguing and let me walk you to your house.” I let out a sigh of defeat and shrugged, waving goodbye to the others before Jason led me out of the house.

“We don't know what powers you have yet and I'm going to guess that for some strange reason, you haven't awoken yours.” He opened Scott's gate for me and I walked ahead of him, “So from now, I'm going to be keeping a close eye on you. I have this feeling that you're not just an average C Class Virus and you might be more than that.”

This conversation was beginning to feel slightly odd, I thought to myself as I walked up my pebbled pavement. I stopped at the door and turned to face Jason.

“I can honestly look out for myself. I'm sure that when my powers 'awaken', I'll be fine,” I laughed.

“That's what a lot of people think,” he told me, the tone in his voice hard, “But they're usually very wrong. I'm going to bribe Scott to let me live with him for a few weeks till your powers awaken. It might be a couple of days, it might be a couple of weeks but I need to be there to make sure nothing bad happens.”

“I don't need babysitting,” I told him pointedly.

“I know you don't that's why I'm not babysitting you. I'm simply making sure you don't... end up harming anyone.” He glanced down at my doormat that read 'Welcme' (the O had been worn away after time) and then looked back up at me, smiling. “Just trust me on this Hannah.” I nodded, finally giving in.

“Goodnight Hannah, sleep well,” he told me as I unlocked my door. I smiled and returned the goodbye, closing the door.

“Haaaaaanah,” I practically jumped as my mom popped up in front of me. “So, who's the cutie?” I blinked at the sudden question and realised my mom was speaking about Jason.

“Oh uh...” The sudden tense air from the conversation I'd been having a moment ago dissolved and I waved my hand at my mom, laughing. “It's just Jason, he lives next door with Scott, they're uh... boyfriends.” I let out another nervous laugh and scratched the back of my neck. I really hoped Scott wasn't able to read my mind or hear what I had just said. I had honestly meant to say brothers but boyfriends kinda just... slipped out.

“Aww well what a gentleman, walking you to your own house,” my mom cooed as I walked up the stairs.

“Shush mom. Anyway, I've got homework to finish off tonight, goodnight.” I vanished up into my bedroom and flopped onto my bed, rethinking about the last few words Jason has spoken to me.

I need to be there to make sure nothing bad happens.

He'd smiled at me afterwards but although his smile felt like it was meant to be reassuring for me, it felt like it was more of a desperate attempt to get me to agree. I had no idea what had happened in the past but he obviously didn't want time to repeat itself so I agreed.

It was almost unbelievable that I'd gotten hit by a car a few hours ago, survived and then found out I had special powers. Not only that but I also kind of made a group of new friends- excluding Scott who obviously didn't want to get to know me- and had a cute guy walk me home.

I flopped down onto my bed and held out my arm, reaching up towards the ceiling. Soon, I might find out what my powers are and what Class I am and the thought made my skin tingle with excitement.

I have this feeling that you're not just an average C Class Virus and you might be more than that.

If the air hadn't of been so tense at the time, that comment wouldn't have gone straight over my head. It was definitely an odd compliment of some sort. I grinned and rolled over, hugging my pillow with excitement. I could tell that from now on my life was going to be rather interesting. 

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Ahh, I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I know barely anyone's reading this but thank you so much if you are. If you liked it, please give it a fave and comment below. Also you can follow me on twitter: @knownaschloe.

So, Hannah's found out she's probably got weird super powers and will have two really hot guys living next door to her from now on. (Which Yvone and Amanda are going to love, once they hear this.)

If you had to pick couples, would you pick:

A) Team Jasannah?

B) Team Ambaya? ( Aka: icey eyes.)

C) Team Scottannah?

D) Team Scotson. (Hannah's mom ships it.)

E) Anything else? 

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