Thirty-Two

                                    

                                          
Noah smiled wryly, his eyes lit with mischief as he floated a few feet over my head. He wore straight-leg jeans and a short-sleeved black shirt. His feet dangled a few inches off the ground, his toes pointing toward me. 
Noah's smirk was mischievous as he looked down at me with hungry eyes. His dark curly hair draped over one eye, and his brown eyes were like fire in the other. His features are sharp, like a fox with a capricious streak. Noah's broad smile, his dimples, and wavy, blond hair. His underwear rim hung loosely around his adonis belt, revealing a trim, athletic body.
I groaned in exasperation and pulled the bedsheets over my head. Noah smiled more expansive, then used his telekinetic powers to make the blankets leave me with a sharp tug. "What the hell, Kinley?" 
"Good morning, Knight," he said as he gracefully landed beside me, his grin still intact.
"My dad said we can skip school and focus on training today." The idea felt strange to me—Sam being a dad.
I yawned and stretched in bed, my voice cracking. "That's great."
"Now get up," he yelled, his grin growing even more significant. Suddenly, he appeared beside me and forcefully pulled me out of bed. I rubbed my sore head and grimaced.
"When I regain my powers, you're in big trouble, Noah."
He spat venomously, "Pick yourself up, you baby. Don't make me ask twice," propelling me backward with a shove from his powerful legs. Reluctantly, I got up, shaking off the dirt clumps stuck to my sleepwear and forcing a smile. I was going to kick his ass once I got my powers back. 
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Noah and I faced off in a showdown at separate sides of the yard. "Be careful, Knight. I make for a pretty intimidating linebacker," warned Noah with a grin as his eyes shifted in vigilance. I readied myself, too, and jumped on my toes to match his stance.
"I'll take that bet," I retorted.
Noah chuckled. "Do you think you can take me on?" he said, putting up twenty dollars to sweeten the bet. Sam's gaze shifted between us as she offered a warning.
"Just don't hurt him too much. We'll need his help once he gets his powers back," Sam added. 
"Why not use me? I'm way better than James, and I know my brother's weaknesses better than you do," Noah whined. His smile faded, and his eyes darted back to me.
"Noah, I know you're a more selfless hero than your brother, Max," Sam admitted. Derek joined us on the patio, a plate piled high with hotdogs in his hand. He placed it next to him, took a bite, and motioned toward me with his food.
"Kind of like James," he added.
"However, this is James's problem, not yours," Sam concluded with a wide smile. Noah groaned, his toes sinking into the grass. He rubbed his palms together, a smile spreading across his face. With a sudden lunge to make his move, he smirked.
"I'm kicking your ass today, James," he declared. Great, thanks, Sam.
Noah sprinted toward me, but I swiftly dodged, causing him to stumble and fall. "Piece of cake," I grinned. 
The sky was orange, the sun beating down on my skin as I squinted with a smile. Noah grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the ground. I sat up with him, planting my hands and pushing him off of me.
The sun reflected off Noah's exposed shoulders, his muscles flexing from pulling me down, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Glimpses of the patio stools and a table suddenly flashed in my peripheral vision. I blinked and saw the background moving, but my head spun.