Everyday-Man

2: Flying Balls

A swift leg sweep had me crash landing to the floor face first into my mashed potatoes.

"Having you stick up for me was the most humiliating thing you've ever done to me, you Superless dweeb." Anylee hissed at me as she lifted my potato-covered face up by my hair.

"Same goes for me, Brainiac!" Kadee, did I mention she's Anylee's SBF (Super Best Friend)?, chimed in with her snakes hissing at me.

"Um, Anylee?" Sparky timidly spoke.

"What, freak?" She snapped back.

"I-I- j-just wanted to say...um...it's alright that you can't turn into a cat yet. I can't fully convert myself into electricity yet like my parents, Elektra and Electro-Man." He stammered.

She scoffed and let my head drop back down.

Sparky sighed and helped me up, accidentally giving me a tiny static shock.

"What do you even see in her, Sparky?" I questioned while wiping my face off with a napkin. "She's all scratch."

"She's not all scratch," He defended. "She has a soft side too."

"Yeah, maybe back in the third grade," I countered as we approached our table.

The table was made of plastic; something that had to be done after Sparky sat down at a metal table and electrocuted everyone sitting there, including me.

He frowned and sat down. "Well you wouldn't get it, Arin."

I sat down too. "And why not?"

"You haven't liked anybody since the first grade. After Belli moved you refused to take interest in anyone ever again."

I groaned and shoved a fry in my mouth. "You just had to say the B-word, didn't you?"

He shrugged and drank some of his Electro-Chug, endorsed by his father, Electro-Man.

What he said was true. After Belli, a nature manipulater, moved I refused to get caught up in another. Now here I am, a sophomore with no interest in girls whatsoever.

"You know," Sparky began with a mouth full of pasta, "many people, including myself at one point, think you're gay."

I spat my milk out in surprise.

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah. Especially with the way you check out these guys-"

"ABILITIES!" I cut in frantically.

He shrugged indifferently carrying a carefree expression on his face.

"Whether you are or aren't is none of my business. What you do behind closed doors is between you and whomever you're doing it with." He took a long exaggerated slurp of Electro-Chug. "You know what they say," He gave me a pointed look and made his eyebrows dance, "love is love, is love."

I scowled, "You know, I'd punch you if I knew that I wouldn't be shocked to death."

He laughed his hyena laugh.

Lunch is over way too soon, and now we have dun dun dun! physical education. Which I could honestly have done without on this particular day. Reason number one, in passing Kyle AND Siemen in the hall, Siemen proclaimed this threat: "Be ready to get socked in the face in gym class, dork. You," He turned to Sparky with a mock pouty face, "and your little doggy too. Bad boy, Sparky, bad boy!"

Let's just say the lights need repairing in L-hall.

And reason two, you'll see in the next few minutes.