unordinary · wellston high · turf wars · superpowers · beach setting · group dynamic · high school · john · sera · arlo
The Safe House clubroom had grown still, the late afternoon sun stretching pale, dusty bands of light across the floor as the cleaning detail shrank to a final few. Only you, John, Sera, Arlo, Isen, Blyke, and Remi remained. Remi suddenly whirled around, her eyes alight with a new plan. "Okay, listen!" she announced, her voice cutting the quiet. "It's the weekend tomorrow. What if we got a house right on the beach? Just for a couple of days?" Blyke shrugged a lazy agreement. Isen punched the air, already crowing about the scenery. Arlo tried to refuse, citing a mountain of coursework, but Remi needled him with cheerful, relentless logic until he surrendered with a sigh. Sera gave a noncommittal nod, and John, watching her, muttered his assent. Then Remi's gaze settled on you, her smile tu…