Mia scribbled on an empty sheet of paper in extreme boredom. She was in the middle of class. A.P. French to be exact. It was one of her last classes and she seriously could not wait to get out. It wasn't like anything she was learning was new to her. She had looked over the lessons in her french book a few weeks ago and her bionic memory did the rest.

She caught Blake out of the corner of her eye and saw him listening intently to the lesson. That must be why his grades are so high. He actually studies. A stream of guilt flooded Mia's body. She didn't even have to study; she just looked it over once and it was there.

Mia decided to actually pay attention. Who knows? It might be something helpful.

The rest of the class was long, boring, and already known. As soon as the bell rang, Mia grabbed her crutches and stood up quickly.

She hobbled over to Blake who was finishing a problem and they walked out of the classroom together.

Since they both had the same after-lunch classes, Mia and Blake had been walking together a lot. Mia didn't mind it, though. She enjoyed Blake's company more and more to an extent where Bella had started noticing.

Mia was happy to go to art. It was one of her favorite subjects, second only to English.

Throughout the day, Mia had been happy. Or at least she tried to be happy. She was definitely better than she was last week but she was still pretty screwed up and she still got a good amount of stares but Blake, Bella, and even Drew, had stayed by her side as much as possible.

Mia looked over at Blake who seemed to be glaring at someone. Huh? Mia looked at where he was staring and saw Paige and Anna. She hadn't seen them since that first incident but it seemed that her luck had worn off.

Mia watched as they walked over to her. "Blake, do you think I could have some privacy with Anna and Paige." Instead of nodding as she had hoped, he looked down at her like she was crazy. Maybe she was. "Please. I need to do this," she begged, giving Blake her best puppy eyes as she saw him start to relinquish.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight." At that, Mia smiled.

Seconds later, the smile turned into a scowl as Paige and Anna reached her. "Hello there, Paige, Anna," she greeted bitterly.

"Heard about the incident. We just wanted to let you know that you got what you deserved."

Mia's eyebrows rose. "You know what you deserve?" Mia replied smugly. "A slap to the face."

The girls' faces turned sour as they glared at Mia in open-mouthed shock. Although she would never admit it to them, Mia was terrified but over the past couple of days, she realized that letting her fear get to her was not helping anybody.

"Well..." Mia watched as the girls tried to come up with a comeback and smiled when she could tell they couldn't think of anything. "Well, you're on crutches!" Mia just rolled her eyes at Paige's weak attempt.

"I need to get to class. I'll see you P.E.," she told them, remembering the only class they had together.

Mia walked away with a grin plastered across her injured face, immensely proud of herself. Blake came walking up to her and she could see that he was proud to. "You... are so awesome!" he stated, making Mia smile more.

"Thanks. Okay, but like I cannot believe I just did that! Did you see me? I was totally awesome!" she told him.

"You totally were."

Mia was proud of herself. She was never very good at standing up for herself or coming up with comebacks but when she did, they were awesome!

Mia and Blake arrived at the door to the art room. Like the gentlemen he (sometimes) was, he opened the door.

Mia walked inside before setting her backpack next to her chair and sitting down. The small room brought a smile to her face as she remembered the lunches she and Blake had spent painting. She was still determined to win.

Bella came rushing into the room and took the seat beside her. Mia saw her panting as she brushed her bouncy, curly hair out of her face.

"Why do you look like you've just run a marathon and lost?" Blake asked. Mia shot him a glare and he shot her an apologetic glance.

"Because... I ran... all the way here... from... Spanish," she panted.

"And why would you do that?" Mia asked.

Bella took a few seconds to calm down her breathing before answering. "Because I heard what you said to Paige and Anna."

Mia furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "How? I literally just said that. Like three minutes ago."

"I guess rumors spread fast."

"Very, very fast. I didn't even realize anyone saw us," Mia confessed.

"Are you kidding?" Blake asked, his thick eyebrows perked upward in amusement. "The whole school was watching you."

"What? Why?" she asked in amazement.

Blake rolled his eyes playfully. "Not to be mean or blunt but you are kind of known around here as 'The Girl with the Scars' and Paige and Anna are pretty popular. Put those two together and you've got the attention of basically anyone in our school."

"Oh," Mia whispered. She hadn't known that anyone had called her The Girl with the Scars and it was hard to hear. All she wanted was to be invisible.

Blake gasped before roughly hitting her shoulder. It was like he couldn't see where she was. He latched onto her shoulder and shook her gently. She looked up at him and saw a look of relief cross his face. Curiosity filled her veins but she could barely concentrate. For some reason, it felt like she had suddenly lost all of her energy.

Mia looked over at Blake to see his mouth agape. "What?" she asked weakly, her fatigue getting to her.

Blake leaned down to her ear, blocking others from hearing what he was about to say. "You just turned invisible." Although his voice was quiet, it was filled with shock, worry, and fear.

Mia immediately understood his worries and began looking around the room frantically, hoping no one had seen what had just occurred.

That's when she saw him. A tall, athletic-looking boy around their age. His hair was wavy and blond and his plump lips were parted in shock. His brown eyes bore into hers and she knew that he had seen. Or, not seen. He is going to have some questions.

Mia kept her eyes on him for the rest of the class. She could tell he was still shocked but he seemed to be trying to focus on his artwork.

It seemed like it was hours later when class ended. Mia and Blake shot up out of their seats and started walking over to the boy. "Come with us," Mia told him.

He looked shocked at us. "Come," Blake agreed. "We aren't going to hurt you. We just need to talk."

Surprisingly, the boy nodded and followed them out of the room. The group walked out of the school before sitting on the bleachers. "I know that you saw me turn... invisible," she admitted.

"You're right. I did," he told them, not trying to hide it. "Now I have some questions."

Mia sighed. She had expected it but she didn't want to answer them. Mia tensed before she felt Blake grab her hand. "What's your name?" she asked before he could start.

"Charlie," he answered, obviously ready to get his questions answered.

"Okay, Charlie. I'm going to answer all of your questions but you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about what you've seen or heard. Can you promise?" she begged weakly.

"You can start asking now."

"You did actually turn invisible, right?" he asked.

"I did," she responded.

"When did you get the ability?"

"I think it was about four months ago." He nodded in understanding before asking his next question.

"Do you have any other powers?"

Mia sighed, not wanting to answer any of these questions but she knew that he deserved some explanations for what happened. He was taking it really well but Mia still had to answer his question. "Yeah."

"What are they?" he asked, his eyes glowing.

"Lightning and bionic memory," she told him.

"Lightning?" he asked with a suspicious glance towards them. Suspicious? Why the heck was he suspicious?

"Yeah?" Mia responded, very confused.

"Were..." Charlie took a deep breath. "Were you at the bridge that day?" he asked.

Mia almost choked. Her eyes widened and she tightened her grip on Blake. "Uhh...." What was she supposed to say? Oh yeah, she's the one who killed a bunch of people in the accident. Mia shivered. She had tried not to think about it because she knew it would only hurt her.

"Yes, she was there," Blake answered for her, and Mia knew that she would be forever grateful that he did.

"So you... you were the one who did the lightning stuff? Is that how you got your scars?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," Mia responded quietly after a moment of silence. "That was me."

"You can't tell anyone," Blake stated again, looking Charlie dead in the eye.

"Okay. I won't," he promised. Although very confused as to why he was being so calm about this, she let it go because she was tired and just wanted to go home.

Blake looked like he was going to talk again but Mia cut him off. "Blake, I want to go home," she admitted, looking over at him with a slightly pouty face.

Blake sighed. "Okay," he gave in. Mia broke out into a small smile. "Well, Charlie, we'll see you around."

"Bye," he agreed.

Blake's car was, as always, incredible. Not only were the seats smooth and perfect but it smelled like mint. It smelled like him.

Opening the window, she stuck her head out as far as it would go. She might be shy and timid. She might not be self conscious and get stressed when put in the spotlight. But when she felt the air cooling her face, numbing it, for the first time in days, she wouldn't let anyone tell her no.

Laughing, she let go. Metaphorically, of course. In reality, she was holding on tightly to the window frame but inside, she was finally free. She let herself forget about anything else. It was just Mia and the wind.

The air blew her hair everywhere and on a normal day, she might have cared. But it wasn't a normal day. This had been one of the most hectic and stressful days in Mia's life! Okay, that's an exaggeration. But it was still very hectic!

The air smelled slightly of pines, reminding her of Washington. She could see a few trees out of the corner of her eye which must have been the source of the fragrance. The car driving behind them honked at her but she didn't move. She wouldn't give away her one moment of happiness for a random person in a car.

Mia knew it wouldn't last forever but she would milk it out for as long as she could. Mia's ears perked up when she heard the radio turn on.

She smiled when a familiar song came on. Her fatigue was starting to wear off as the wind blew on her face. Ignoring everything else, Mia started singing her heart out. She closed her eyes against the window and sang. She wasn't good but she didn't care.

As she sang, she failed to notice that they had arrived. She only realized the car had stopped when the music was turned off. She opened her eyes in a frown to see the now familiar huge house.

Mia begrudgingly stepped out of the car, grabbed her crutches from the back and made her way towards the house.

Mia was thinking about her bed and how comfortable it was when Blake laughed. She looked over at him in a state of confusion. "You're... y-you're ha-hair," he laughed. Instinctively, Mia reached up and grabbed her hair, gasping when she felt the tangles.

Mia hobbled back to the car and opened the door quickly, grabbing her backpack from the front seat where she had left it.

"What are you doing?" Blake asked after he'd calmed down.

She ignored him and grabbed her emergency hairbrush from the front pouch. She used the mirror built into the car before brushing and parting it.

Blake groaned and rolled his eyes. "Really?" he asked.

"Leave me alone. You will never understand the importance of good hair," she complained.

"You're right. I really won't," he gave in with an angelic chuckle.

Mia tried to glare at him but he had just laughed so it was kind of hard. "We should probably go. I need to train," she told him, taking a deep breath and preparing herself for an exhausting night.