Daddy's Girl: Cape High Book Five Read Online Free

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    "We all need to talk to him," I tell him.  "Otherwise the younger ones that really need to talk won't talk, get it?" I say.  "A lot of the younger ones look up to you, Vin."
    He snorts, clearly not believing that.  I don't know what else to say, so I grab a plate and get in line, grabbing a sandwich and heading for the main area to grab a seat before the couches are filled.  Banshee is sitting on the couch, eating her own sandwich, which means nobody else is, so I sit down next to her.
    "So, are you ready for this?" she asks.
    "Not at all," I admit, watching the other kids and feeling downright grim.  "Banshee... if..." I stop, trying to figure out how to put this.  "Never mind."
    "You seem worried," she says.  "I really doubt America's Son will beat you over the head with the bible, preacher or not."
    I hadn't even thought of that.  Actually... maybe if he's the type to do that he won't even notice who my powers resemble!  I'd way rather be lectured about things than be looked at as--well, I'd rather be lectured.  "Yeah," I say a bit belatedly.  "Probably not."
    I pick at my sandwich, lost in thought and wondering if everything is about to blow up in my face.  I almost don't hear the knock on the door, but everyone else does.  Banshee stands and heads for the door, leaving me sitting on the couch all alone.  She comes back a second later, leading a family, including Jack.
    My worries about America's Son figuring me out go out the window.  "What's he doing here?" I demand, pointing at Jack.  "I'm definitely not talking with him in the room!"
    "Nice to see you, too," the metallic teen mutters, giving me a dark look and crossing his arms over his chest.  "Aubrey's doing fine by the way," he adds in a taunt.
    "Actually, she is," Trent says, walking over and dropping down in front of my couch.  "She and Emily have gone to the zoo with Liz--er, the real zoo, not--well, you know."
    "She went to the zoo?" I ask, feeling a bit worried.  "Is that smart?"
    "It was her idea," Jack says.  "She wants to see how it goes before she talks Nico into bringing this group there for a field trip."
    I hate that he knows more about my best friend than I do.  But--I stare at him blankly.  "Why would we want to go to the zoo?" I ask.
    "I dunno, ask her," he says, dropping down on the ground next to Trent.  The couch is empty except for me, but they're both sitting on the floor.  What in the heck are they thinking?
    "You know--couches are for sitting on," I point out.
    "They always feel like they're going to break," Trent says, flushing slightly.  I stare at him blankly, then reach forward and touch the back of his head.  I look at my hand curiously.  Nothing seems to have happened.  I feel perfectly normal.  "What's your ability?" I finally ask.  "Cuz nothing happened."
    "He's a tank," the large blonde man in a t-shirt and jeans says--that's America's Son?  I was so busy complaining about Jack that I'd just assumed they came with America's Son, but this guy's wearing a t-shirt that has Liberty Kid scrawled across the front.  That's Trent's cape name, which means he's wearing his son's t-shirt?  But if--nope, going to stop right now, I'm confusing myself again.  "It's good to meet you, Morgan," he goes on, reaching out and shaking my hand as if he doesn't know what it's going to do.
    "You shouldn't touch--" I start out, but again, nothing really happens.  I don't change form, don't feel any different--
    "Try picking up the couch," Jack says with a grin.  He's actually enjoying this?  He should know that if I'm now a tank I could totally kick his butt!  But--well--he's got a good point, I think as I get to my feet and grab one end of the couch.  It's like lifting a piece of paper, I realize as I have to brace myself to keep from accidentally throwing it.
    "Wow," I say, using one hand.  I look at Jack, grinning evilly.  "I could totally kick your butt right now."
    "Won't work," he says.
    "He's right, it