A- Villain

Chapter 13 - Climb the tower

I didn't get any sleep last night. I'd like to say that it was because of a noisy neighbor or a dog that wouldn't stop barking, but that would be a lie. All I could think about was last night. The events kept replaying in my mind on loop.

I can't believe I just knocked out two people with my powers and proceeded to kidnap a superhero. I just ran away from the scene of the crime! What kind of monster am I?

Well, just last night you were unapologetic for what you had to do. So I guess this makes you a bipolar monster.

I know I had to do it. My own life was on the line. But what if they hurt Jenga? Oh my gosh, what if they kill her?! Jenga can't use her powers in The Undergrounds. I've done some research, and apparently they have power disabling cells that they place their victims in. Unless one of her sidekicks is smart enough to figure out where she is, she belongs to The Undergrounds now.

"Hello? Earth to Beckett?" Noah snaps his fingers in front of my face at the marbled island counter in the kitchen. I readjust myself on the black bar stool and sit up a little straighter.

"Sorry, I'm just a little tired. So you have two exams today?" I rub the crust out of my eyes as I try to recall what Noah was just talking about.

Noah doesn't get nervous about much. The fact that he's still wearing his pajama bottoms tells me he feels pretty relaxed ablut the events for today. However, I on the other hand, am already dressed for the day, sporting my favorite pair of jeans and a white t-shirt because I was way too anxious at six a.m to keep sleeping. 

Noah nods and runs his hand down his face."Unfortunately, yes. But at least Jessie hasn't gotten on my nerves in the past 24 hours, which has reduced some of my stress."

I chuckle, "Well that's one thing you can be thankful for this Thanksgiving."

Noah rolls his eyes at my comment and grabs a banana from the middle of the counter. "How are things with Emily? I mean, it must be going well for you to invite her to Thanksgiving." He gives me a playful shove on the shoulder.

I really don't want to share any of my feelings about Emily with Noah or Derek. Sure, it's obvious that I have some sort of friendship with her - a flirtationship, if you will - but there's not much to tell. Even if there was, I'd want to keep it to myself.

"Yeah, it's going well. I'm going to pick her up in about an hour, so I should finish packing." As I hop down from the bar stool, I notice that Noah seems taken back at my brief statement about Emily.

Noah finishes off his banana, "Alright, man, have fun."

I call back a "You too!" before I duck into my room to finish packing (and to avoid further conversation about Emily). There's just something about sharing too much too soon. What if this weekend is a disaster? I doubt it will be, but after the comment mom made about Maggie, what do I know? I'm going to play it safe and not jinx anything. Anything that happens between Emily and me is our business.

That is, until she tells Jessie, who will tell Noah. If anything happens between us, it's inevitably going to get back to him. But I'd like to think that I can hold him off for a little while.

After I finally pack up for the weekend, I sit down to create a playlist for the hour long drive home. I smile as I add song after song because Emily is about to get educated on boy bands of the early 2000s. Honestly, they aren't all I listen to. My mom had some pretty great taste in music that included Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy, and One Republic. But those bands lasted a lot longer than the early boy bands in my current playlist. At least the Jonas Brothers got back together at some point, though.