The Smartest Villains Are The Most Dangerous || Byler ||

2 - The Rich Kid, The Bakery Boy, and The Evil Mother

THIRD PERSON POV:

Mike pushes around his food in boredom, looking up at his assistant, Steve.

"Is Mother joining us?" He questions hopefully, eyes widening slightly. Steve silently shakes his head with an apologetic look. The puppy dog eyes disappear instantly and Mike sighs.

"Mommy read me a book today!" Holly says happily, her arms flailing around.

Mike grins softly. "Really?" He questions, wanting to humor her. It was so rare for Karen Wheeler to even socialize with her kids, let alone nicely. "What was it about?"

So he was in for a long rant, missing more than a few grammar mistakes, about a book. Holly's assistant tried and failed to get her to eat, but Holly gladly shoved the food into her mouth once she was finished talking about 'Veve'.

A small alarm rang on Steve's phone, and Mike stood up. Time for his math tutor. He had a very scheduled day, which made the difference between school and home life very little.

There was only one part of his day that gave him a small kind of freedom.

And Necro loved it.

Mike, however, was stuck in hours of the day. He thanked the heavens above or whatever was in control of his life everyday after his mother finally allowed him to go to real school, and he would not complain.

School was definitely harder than he thought it would be, but that was okay. He wouldn't, couldn't, be stuck in that house any longer.

He was already a part time model for his mother's fashion, and that made school quite harder.

But hey, now he's used to it. At first, he felt like crying, or like having one of those stupid episodes he had when he was younger. His father, a dead man, always called them stupid.

He never did figure out what they really were.

"Micheal," His math tutor says sternly, making the boy jolt, blinking a few times to focus back on the board. PEMDAS says that is par-the-sees first, so that would be seven plus.. five hundred million something something?

He was not the greatest at math.

Mike opened his mouth to speak and said an answer that was probably wrong, but then a large bring came from the opened window, the sound indicating an akuma alert.

"Good lord," His tutor says, setting down their pencil. "I am not up for this."

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Mike says, raising his hand.

His hand is slapped down with a ruler, making him wince. "I'm not your English tutor, but honestly," His tutor says, raising an eyebrow.

"May I go to the ba- restroom?" Math questions again.

He sprang up when his tutor nodded, locking the bathroom door when he ran inside. Touching the small hoop earrings hanging from his earlobe, he smiled.

"Mask on," He whispers, and feels a tingling feeling sweep over his body.

And he looks down to see his familiar hero outfit, a baton hanging from his belt. His smile widens and he jumps out the window.

Mike might not be able to do anything outside of his schedule, but Necro sure can.

...

Tenfold groans and collapses face first into his bed. "Mask off," His voice is muffled by his pillow.

He did not have a good time with the villain earlier. It was a random girl who didn't get the right colored lamborghini for her birthday. Definitely a rich kid. Necro had chuckled the entire after-fight, since the girl would not let go of him. But that wasn't the main problem.