HUMAN/SUPER Higher Learning 23

“Awesome!” Nila said. “I promise, you’re not going to regret this.”


“I regret this,” Frederica said, standing beneath the arch of the campus gates.

“Oh, relax,” Nila said. “You look fine.”

Frederica was wearing a pair of blue jeans that was a bit too tight and a red-and-white striped shirt that was a bit too low-cut. She’d borrowed both from Nila because her own wardrobe had been deemed insufficient for the Victory City nightlife. Nila, herself, wore a band shirt with a black miniskirt and knee-high boots covered in buckles and spikes.

“I wish I had your confidence,” Frederica said.

Nila chuckled.

“I think it would be dangerous for you to have that much power.”

“Hmm, you’re probably right. I wouldn’t want to get too full of myself.”

A bus rolled by and pulled up to the nearest stop. A handful of people disembarked, including Magh. She was wearing a white A-line dress that matched her hair. She looked like something out of an old black-and-white movie.

“Sorry I am late,” she said.

“It’s all good,” Nila replied. “Our ride still isn’t here yet, anyway. Hope he hasn’t gotten cold feet.”

“He’ll be here,” Frederica said.

As if on cue, Tommy’s silver car pulled up in front of them. Tommy had his hair slicked back and was wearing a plaid shirt over a white v-neck. Frederica took a deep breath and climbed into the passenger seat. Magh and Nila piled into the back.

“Hey,” Frederica said. “So, this is Nila and Magh. Girls, this is Tommy.”

Tommy stared at Magh for a long moment, then turned to Frederica.

“She’s an elf,” he said.

“She’s an alien,” Frederica replied. “And she can hear you.”