6
I was never into ball sports, so my stance and follow-through and whatever else they teach about throwing ain’t all it could be.
But I guess I’m a natural, because that girl sure flies a good ways up regardless.
She’s just a little speck of a person at her highest point.
In gym class they taught us the bit about keeping your eye on the ball, so I watch her steadily, not even blinking, as she starts to descend. I gotta shuffle a few steps over to make the catch—my second of the day, I realize.
Taylor looks a little stunned as she lands in my arms. Behind us her clipboard clatters to the ground and shatters. That’s my bad for sure. Forgot to keep my eye on that.
I set Taylor back on her feet. She wobbles a bit as she blinks up at me, stunned.
“Super strength.” I point a finger at my
