Rebel Belle

“So.”
“So,” David and I echoed in unison.
“The three of us, working together to save the world. Me, my ex-girlfriend, and the guy she dumped me for.” His mouth twisted into a half smile. “This has to be the most screwed up situation three teenagers have ever found themselves in.”

“You would be too stubborn to die.”
“I am, trust me.”

Here I was, trying to keep this entire town safe, trying to save my own freaking life, and my boyfriend was sitting in the movies with another girl.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure there is a best time for your boyfriend to dump you.”

My hands were tight around the tea cup, the heat radiating on my palms. “She’s not what?”
David tugged at his lapels again before leaning back in his chair. “You.”

why don’t we go inside and have a cup of tea. Tea fixes stuff, right?”

“Because the idea of someone— anyone—dying for me makes me feel sick, and the thought of you dying for me is . . .”

You know, if the universe is going to give you super-strength and super-speed and fighting skills you never had, it should also give you some kind of anti-fear power.

Getting superpowers was supposed to be a good thing. You helped people. You didn’t nearly twist your boyfriend’s hand off.