New Girl (Anti-Heroes Book 1)
Louise Bohmer & K.H. Koehler
About: Get Ready to Root for the Villain…
Serena is the new girl in a school that caters to not just “Norms,” but the sons and daughters of the world’s greatest Superheroes. The problem? She’s the daughter of the Night Witch, a cardinal member of the League of Extreme Evil. She’d love to join the other super teens and prove she isn’t the villain that her mother was, but it isn’t long before she falls in with a group of Supervillains that the school calls the Geek Squad, which includes a biochemically created vampire named Nikki, a genetically altered jock named Isaac, and Jinx, the son of Satan himself!
She’s immediately attracted to Jinx, but Serena has vowed to do what’s right. But there are secrets buried deep within Serena’s past that threaten to kill her, and even rock the foundation of Earth itself! An evil decay is reaching out from a distant star, and the Supers and Geeks will need to work together in order to defeat it–if they can keep from killing each other. The Supers thought the greatest battle for control of Earth had been fought and won, but a cosmic war is coming, and it isn’t long before it’s difficult to tell the difference between hero and villain.
Book I in a new online serial!
Excerpt: Serena Swanson knew the first day at a new school was apt to suck on a cosmic level, but she had no idea that someone would set the lunchroom on fire.
The problem had begun in first period Algebra, which was fitting somehow, seeing how nothing good had ever come out of Algebra. Being the new girl, she had picked a seat a little behind the exact middle of the class. That was important, she reasoned, since sitting in the front told the world that you were a suck-up who would be shooting her hand up in the air every three-point-five seconds and trying to win brownie points with the teacher, and sitting too far in the back just pegged you as a troublemaker.
Since this was her first day, she was hoping for blessed anonymity.
Of course, that didn’t happen.
She was down in her seat for no more than three minutes before Mr. Washington singled her out. “Miss Swanson, would you like to stand up and tell the class a bit about yourself?”
In that moment, Serena decided that Sky City High had a massive mean streak running through it. “I’d rather not,” she said as politely as possible. Several of the suck-ups in the front snickered at that, the troublemakers muttered solemnly among themselves in the back, and the ones in the middle—the fans of blessed anonymity like herself—pretended to look elsewhere. She had a feeling this was the beginning of trouble.
Serena wasn’t necessarily afraid of trouble. But in a place like Sky City High, trouble took on a whole new meaning. Maybe if her mom hadn’t died in that car crash six months ago, maybe if she’d had even one relative that Serena knew was still alive, she might have wound up in a place like Seattle, Portland or Minneapolis. She could have even been happy in a little, anonymous backwoods town in Nebraska or Iowa.
But no. Her mom’s only friend Macy lived in Sky City, home of the nation’s Superheroes, and Aunt Macy had been the only one to contact her after the funeral and offer her a place to stay. So, of course, Serena wound up in the one place she hated more than any other—the one place she neither wanted nor needed to be.
She knew even without asking that there were at least three Supers in the class—most of them the suck-ups down in the front. She could feel them as they gave off their own particular psychic vibrations. The blonde girl who looked like she worked out was their leader. That Serena knew instinctively, like the way she could guess when the phone was going to ring a few seconds before it did, or what the winning lottery numbers would be that night.
The sandy-haired boy sitting to her right was her unofficial right-hand-man, and were he not biting back a snigger at Serena’s expense, she might have thought he was cute. She knew a few things about the brown-haired boy with the bright blond streaks sitting on the girl’s left: he was rich, too cute for his own good, and very, very closeted.
Suppressing the need to run screaming from the room, Serena got to her feet and tried to ignore the blonde girl, who was rolling her eyes.
damn, she’s brave
She scanned the faces of the Supers down in the front, wondering where the ambient, semi-sarcastic thought had come from, then realized the thought had originated from behind her, from the back of the class. She glanced over one shoulder, letting her internal radar guide her, and realized it had radiated from a boy at the back who was using a pocketknife to clean his fingernails.
He was a bit too tall and a bit too rangy, and his dark hair was a bit too shaggy, and his clothes a bit too scruffy and out of date, but the moment she looked at him, he looked up as if he had sensed her. He had beautiful eyes, she noted, a honey-brown so pale they looked amber. For one half second they looked sad and a little vulnerable, then she made the mistake of trying to probe his thoughts, and they darkened and turned angry and remote.
The shaggy, out-of-date boy lashed psychically out at her, as if sensing her mental invasion, and Serena nearly lurched on her feet. He didn’t look like much, but she was suddenly convinced that he was a powerful magick-wielder, whether he knew it or not. Powerful…and very, very angry. She thought how that was usually the perfect cocktail for a very good Supervillain.
She immediately turned away from him and faced Mr. Washington. She said in a rush, “I’ve lived in all different places, but Sky City seems nice. Thank you.” She probably sounded like an idiot, but the last thing she needed, or wanted, was any attention. She sat down as gracefully as possible and lowered her head while the girl down in front sniggered and elbowed her second-in-command.
After class let out, she could feel the Supers tracking her out the door. She kept her head down and hurried out into the hallway that was filling up with students rushing to their next class.
that old bitch Mrs. Henessey gave me a D she wouldn’t know a preposition if it bit her ass
where the hell’s Jason probably doing that cheerleader in the girl’s bathroom
shit if I don’t get a fix soon I don’t know what I’ll do what time is it how long before
Serena squeezed her eyes shut and looked down at the photocopied map in her hand, trying to concentrate on where her English class was instead of letting the bombardment of hundreds of ambient high school thoughts filter into her brain. She’d been more upset than she’d thought in Algebra, and she realized that at some point she’d dropped her mental shields.
In the crush of students, a girl slammed into her shoulder. It was like hitting a brick wall. The impact knocked Serena halfway across the hall, and as she slammed into a bank of lockers, she secretly—mostly subconsciously—shifted the molecular structure of the metal just a little so it felt more like bumping a mattress. The impact bounced her back into the middle of the hallway, but she stopped herself before she could crash into the blonde Super girl from Algebra.
The girl gave her a deadly look and said, quite loudly, “Freak.”
The boy with the blond streaks flanking her on her left said to the sandy-haired boy on her right, “Hey, Harrison, you wanna hold my dick?”
Harrison snickered. “I’d rather not,” he said in clear imitation of her earlier. Both boys grinned at her before racing off toward the gymnasium.
The blonde girl continued to glare. christ another geek there goes the neighborhood
“Excuse me?” Serena said without thinking and stood up straighter as a wave of anger pulsed through her body.
The blonde girl looked momentarily surprised by her reaction. “What did you say, you little shrimp?”
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