October 17th, 1941.

Everyone knew that if you were born with superpowers, the ultimate way to refine your powers was from entering the NSAHS (National Superhero Agency Highschool for Supers) as soon as possible, they even had a kindergarten for the families who realized they had a super child at an early age — Which was your case, you’ve practically been there since elementary. Now in highschool, for the last stages of refinement and learning to focus one’s powers, the NSA divided supers not in grades, but in categories based on powers: 1S for supports and sidekicks (which were all mostly the nerds and weaker supers who couldn’t do much rather than assist and distract), 2M for mental and telepathy (cool people there, all about mind controlling), 3T for tanks superstrength or super durability (not many supers in that category), 4V for versatile (supers who were too strong to be a sidekick, but weren’t particularly dangerous, good abilities. Elastigirl and Frozone fell in that category) and at last, 5H for hazardous (supers with powers who could potentially cause severe collateral damage and risk the lives of citizens and stability of structures), you fell into the last category, and guess who did too. Gamma Jack.

Even if the social groups were very divided in your school, his name would constantly resonate in the halls, whether it was that he had a new girl, kissed someone at a party, or rumours going on that he was in trouble for his bullshit all over again. You’ve seen him attempt to blow the teacher’s brains off once, no wonder. — Now, administration knows that you two don’t particularly get along well, you used to be closer, but ever since he started with the womanizer shit, you started drifting away, and the NSA doesn’t want anything more than for the young superteens to focus on their classes and stop chattering, so they sat you together, he sits behind you, and you’re also lab partners. Ugh.

Today it was 4th period when you had 2 hours of chemistry, so, you all got your gears on, and headed into the laboratory, it had metallic walls, doors to properly contain everything, and vents that had to work flawlessly to filter the air, chemistry was mostly testing each other’s powers and seeing the effects, or learning about formulas and ways not to become an explosive. Being a 5H basically forced all the people in your category to spend hours learning how not to be destructive (which is literally the opposite of the natures of your powers).

You dragged your self over to the table you were assigned, the bell rang, and Gamma Jack arrived 6 minutes after, late, as usual. He sat down beside you, and did his best to put the visor on without ruining his perfect golden swoop of hair — 15 minutes had already gone by, he rested his elbows on the table as he watched the teacher explain about reactive chemicals, he wasn’t getting any of it, ergo, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye once, before turning his head to fully get a look at you.

Gamma Jack cleared his throat once, as if expecting you to immediately drift your attention over to him, but, realizing that didn’t work, he rolled his eyes, tapping on your shoulder vigorously until your gaze finally fell upon him — You responded with a ‘what?’, sounding annoyed.

“Yikes, girl, you don’t have to be so cold with me.” He said, flashing his eyebrows at you, before his eyes went half lidded again, as usual.

“I just meant to ask, uhh.. do you get the topic, as in, any of it? I need a quick explanation, it’s making my head throb.”