Author's note: Whether anyone reads this or not (sorry, my forte is werewolf stuff apparently), I enjoyed creating this and depending on the few readers of this, I might or might not make a sequel...but thank you for everyone who read and I hope you read some of my other stories(:

A/N (5/2018-2022): THERE WILL BE NO SEQUEL because Angela hurts my soul at her lack of depth HOWEVER, I do have another story called "Superheroes, Super Problems" which would be a great read for all of y'all who were frustrated with how Angela couldn't figure out who Proliator was soon enough. In that story, it's 10x more comic booky (quick action, short story) and way easier to write a prequel or sequel if it (doubtfully) becomes a hit. If you want something more complicated and WAY more in depth, check out my book "Us Mutants Prefer the Term Special" and its sequel. Thanks again for reading!

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"Suspended? You're suspended!?" our father actually yelled at Sebastian. He was normally a cool and nonchalant guy. The fact that he yelled made the room's temperature drop by thirty degrees with the coldness in his tone.

I was in the principal's office with Sebastian and Dad. Sebastian was slouching in his seat, covering his mutilated face with his hand. Although Dastan take a single punch, Hayden definitely did. Of course Nik decided to jump in right then.

Hayden had been in the office before us and when he exited, he broke a frame of glass in the door because he slammed it so hard. I had learned that he didn't have the same super strength as the Vegas, but he trained as if he was one for whenever he switched places with Dastan to cover as the Proliator. He had immediately accosted Sebastian in anger, despite our father sitting there.

"You need to watch yourself instead of saying that to us!" he growled. Then he looked to me. His posture lessened and his composure wasn't very rage-filled, but he still looked mad. "Now I can see why Vega feels as he does..."

"What is that--"

"Mr. Marshal," our angered principal addressed, slightly glancing at his broken window. "You can grab your belongings and go home," he scolded before addressing my dad. "Mr. Warden..."

My brother and father stood up as Hayden's look lingered with mine before an assistant principal escorted him out of the office.

It took fifteen minutes to discuss everything in completion. The only reason I stayed here was because I felt guilty. I knew I wouldn't get any kind of punishment for standing around, but I still wanted to be there.

And now I knew the outcome.

***

"I don't think you understand how severe this is, Veronica!" my father was now in an argument with Veronica hours later when I had gotten out of school and when she got home from work. He informed her on Sebastian's punishment, but she was acting like this was a normal thing for teenagers to do while Dad wasn't having it.

I closed my bedroom door not wanting to hear the fighting, but seconds later, it cracked open enough for Jem to run inside and curl up beside me on my bed.

"Why is Sebastian suspended?" 

"He got in a fight," I answered without any emotion.

"Sebastian knows how to fight?" he asked.

"Well--"

"Never mind," Jem interrupted. "I saw his face...he lost, didn't he?"

"Sure," I shrugged as I was too focused looking out of the window. I heard police sirens and my heart sped up, as if expecting to see the Proliator leading the pursuit, but I was let down.

"What's going on?" Jem asked, now at the window with me.

"I don't know. Just some cops," I shrugged. He sighed and started to leave my room, but sighed once more.

"I miss the Proliator," he said lastly before leaving, opening the door to confirm that World War III: Warden Men Edition had now ended. He left and closed the door.

"I miss him too," I admitted, pulling my knees into my chest and resting my head on top.

***

"Warden!" I heard someone address as if there was something blocking their dialogue. That barrier would be the window.

"Mmh," I hummed as I was in a deep sleep that did not want interrupted.

"Warden, open your window!" the muffled voice demanded. Subconsciously, I had recognized the voice, but logically, I thought I was just dreaming. Or was that me hoping I was just dreaming?

"It being locked hasn't stopped you before," I sighed in a mumble. I suddenly heard metal colliding together and then I heard a click. I registered the window sliding open and even felt the cool December air, but I still faced away from the window. I felt the person climb into my bed, but I was so consumed with sleep that I hadn't realized or cared that his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him. Sensations shot through my spine at the touch and when his fingers played with mine across my stomach, that's when I woke up and rolled away from him...and off the bed.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," he immediately apologized and appeared at my side to pull me up. However, I hopped over the bed and put it between us and hoped he wouldn't use his super speed or teleportation to close the distance once more.

"Get out of my room," I told him. I was more awake than ever right now.

"You don't mean that--"

"Yes I do," I lied. "You can't call me a bitch online, threaten me in the bathroom, be with Mickie in front of me, get my brother suspended and then have the decency to find yourself in my bed!"

"Shh!" he hushed.

"Why should I!?"

With a flash, he was seizing my waist and pulling me close with a hand over my mouth.

"Because this is going to work if you don't make such a big deal about it," he whispered and slowly released me. His eyes lapped from my eyes to my lips twice before he captured my lips as well as his words. I tried--I really tried not to react, but my arms had snaked around his neck and my toes reached up to connect us even more. I was kissing him back when five seconds ago, I was completely against him even being here. I pulled away reluctantly. "We're going to work."

"How?" I whispered, closing my eyes as our foreheads leaned on each other. I didn't forget all that happened today or within the last four months. I also didn't forget how I felt about him either. All sides of him.

"We go back to normal," he answered. My eyes flashed open. "I changed my schedule so I won't have classes with you aside from Journalism for some of second semester...and I'll just sneak into here every night like usual."

"That won't solve anything," I insisted. That will just make me miss him more and be even more secretive. It was potentially an easy way to become resentful.

"It'll keep you safe," he answered.

"Safe from what?" I asked ridiculously. His eyes lightened.

"I don't want there to be any chance that someone links you to me if they ever find out who I am. If we're not friends in the eyes of everyone, then that lessens the chance," he answered.

"Unless you go overboard and everyone sees through it and immediately clues in on what you're trying to do," I mentioned seriously. Not to mention how the consequence would be my resentment. I didn't want to be mistreated by anyone, least of all him. 

"Fine," he instantly decided. "Maybe we can be friends...but I'm still gonna have to give you a hard time sometimes," he elaborated. "The world can't know how soft I am for my favorite damsel in distress," added in a flawless English accent with a brilliant smile. It caused me to produce a breathy laugh while denying that I was a damsel in distress. We chuckled briefly but he gazed at me contently and I saw seriousness fall upon his expression. "It's going to be hard, but we can do it," he vowed with absolute confidence. His hands slid around my waist. "We can make it...we just have to trust each other."

"You don't really have a choice." He gave me a confused look. "After all, it's me who knows your dirty little secret," I reminded. His face got serious.

"So does your brother," he reminded. He let go of my waist and paced stressfully. "You gotta talk to him, angel. He can't keep getting defensive over us at school. It will ruin everything. It has to be as if you and I have no romantic connection at all. That's a lot easier without him jumping down my throat every chance he gets."

"Well," I sighed. "I'll try not taking that offensively."

"You know what I mean," he scoffed. "If someone remotely figures out who I am and tracks me, they can't have any reason to believe that you're a weakness to me."

"So instead they see you wrapped in Mickie's arms?" I asked, getting a bit offended.

"It's not like that and you know it," he said. He closed the distance between us and grabbed my hand. "Mickie knows her role and so do you. She's been my rock for the past couple of years, but she's not you. She knows that and I know that. I just hope that you know that. Neither of us are going to do anything that crosses a line with us."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

His fingers played with mine and his other hand played at my waist. I gazed at his attractive face that wasn't concealed with a mask or hood for once.

"It's you I love," he muttered. I rolled my eyes playfully, but he yanked my waist roughly, gave me a look that expressed his feeling of being insulted. He even frowned a little, but then repeated his compassionate gaze from before. "Angela, I love you."

"I know," I giggled.

"And how would you know that?" he flirted even though he knew the answer. I reached up to kiss him with a gesture of internal fireworks and then pulled away quickly after I had mustered every feeling I had for him into that kiss. It was much easier to do because I felt my exact emotions coming from him to remind me of mine. He let out a breath of amazement.

"Because we both felt that," I answered with a laugh. I got serious as a forest green started to fill his eyes. "I love you, Dastan."

His jaw dropped open at that like someone sucked all the air out of him and it didn't take him long before connected his lips with mine. The passion and sparks were obviously still there, just as his tongue's dominance was. I felt the bed beneath me and that only charmed a very naughty part in my mind to collide into Dastan as much as possible and develop a heavy lust for him. He lightly bit my lip and my body shuddered, which only made him smirk and devour my lips once more. As my hands wove through his hair, his played beneath my shirt and I had no problem with the goose bumps that arose at his touch. I was getting more annoyed at the fabric on me...I guess that's why I inched it higher off of my stomach and when Dastan's hands still trailed on my waist and back, I wanted them higher. Still kissing, I positioned my hands beneath his shirt and felt every ridge of toned muscles. Sooner than I expected, he pulled the shirt off in the hot way that guys do. You know, grabbing the back of the collar and pulling it off in one fluid motion, allowing whoever behind him to see his back muscles...

Dastan's lips moved from mine to the base of my neck and a moan escaped my lips. He pulled up and connected our eyes before getting excited. He kissed my lips once before moving back to that spot and grazing there for a while, meanwhile my nails were digging into his back because I was trying so hard to not lose my innocence by ripping off our clothes and...you know the rest.

My will power was failing me when I knew he had vacuumed up a hickey on my collarbone and when my hands moved to the button of his jeans, he stopped.

"Not yet," he said, out of breath, and that was the end of it. He rolled off of me and pulled my back into his bare chest. I felt him heaving every pant he had and my own body was doing the same. Our legs intertwined and I felt a new strength and bond within Dastan. "Trust me. Everything in my body is telling me to have sex with you right now, but I know that we can't. Not yet."

"And why's that?"

I hadn't even realized that my feelings of lust could've very well have come from him. The innocent girl coming back into my brain assured me that I was happy that he stopped us from going too far. I expected him to give an excuse of something to do with his powers not being ready, but his answer was far better.

"Because I want you to be sure. And I want to be sure about myself too. You do...something...to my powers and I don't want to hurt you," he explained. He flipped me so that I was facing him. Our faces were inches apart. "I love you way too much to let this happen any sooner than both of those things."

And here I thought Kenneth was a southern gentleman...

"I love you," I said to him before kissing him with a smile.

"I'm serious," he said, pulling away.

"So am I," I said before pecking his lips.

"Does that mean...?" he didn't finish. He just trailed off.

"What?" I asked, curiously with a mischievous intent in my gaze.

"Nothing," he said, flipping me once more so that we were spooning again. "Baby steps, my angel."

"But--"

"Shh, shh, shh. Time to go to sleep," he insisted before kissing my cheek and flooding my body with love that replaced the gluttonous yearning from before. Not to mention tiredness. Hmph. "Good night, Angela."

"Good night, Dastan," I wished and then fell into an easy sleep, due to his transfer of fatigue. I didn't worry about falling asleep with him in my bed. I didn't even worry about him getting caught, because deep down, we both knew I could be no safer and wanted than in his arms...and there's no way he'd get caught.