"Lea, god dammit!"
I jerk up and stare up at Joshua. "What?"
"I've been trying to wake you up, you fell asleep when we discussed the similarities of-"
"Yeah words and training, I get it." I groan.

I grab a bow and arrow and messily shoot a couple of times, shooting near the middle of the bullseye but getting the corners of the red dot.
"Clark!" Erek barks.
"Shoot straight, woman!"
I groan. I usually enjoy training. Alexander pokes my shoulder. "Don't slump or when you turn 30 you'll look like a grumpy, slumpy professor Snape."

"That's real nice, Alex."
"Oh my gosh, look at his shirt."
"His stripes!!"
"The EYES."
The normal group of girls hogs the telescope. Anna, Jayla, Samantha and Avery.
"June! Gray! Greene! Ender!" Erek, if I haven't mentioned, the trainer, barks at the girls.
They ask for a few more minutes and I push them away to see what's up.

"What the hell is One Direction doing in front of the building?" I ask crossly.

"It is an apartment building, Clark," Anna says in the same tone, using the point to call me by last name.
"Ah yes, and they had to pick exactly this one, June," I repeat.
"Well, I sorta emailed them, but it doesn't make a difference!"

"Shut up, girls, and help Erek close the door and pick up the training equipment!" Joshua, the head, yells. He pretty much owns everything, and the headquarters.

We close everything and push the attic stuff in, and pretend to ruffle through the stuff when the boy band comes up.
Joshua's the manager of the apartment building at the same time, so he pretends to be going down the stairs when they come out.

"Holy carrots." Samantha and Avery whisper. I pick up a book that really seems to be interesting and read the first page. Nope.

"Hi, we're looking for Mr. Lightway?" The familiar British accent rings.
I ignore everything until the green and blue eyes catch mine.
But then I turn away.