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THREE. ( and I am the idiot with the painted face. )
"Ugh, I hate myself for being too drunk to do anything. When I see Kyler, I'm gonna kick his ass. Seriously, I don't even need to know karate," Emmy and Miguel walked into the library together, sitting at a table with Demetri and Eli. "Or, I can tattle on him to my dad. He's waiting for a reason to get him out of Sam's life and I'd be more than happy to give it to him."
"It's alright, Em," Miguel huffed.
"No," she looked at him in disbelief. "It's not okay. He beat you black and blue, and now you can't do one thing that makes you happy. I'm sorry, but, that's low."
"Wait, what?" Demetri tuned into the conversation. "That's it? No more karate?"
"I guess so," Miguel started to do his homework.
"It's probably for the best," Demetri shrugged. "It was starting to boost your confidence."
"Isn't that a good thing?" Miguel turned to him confused.
"No. What has confidence ever gotten anybody except for a black eye and their backpack thrown in the trash.
Emmy frowned, rubbing his best friend's back in comfort. "We got it out eventually, Dem. And cleaned it."
"Well, I thought it was kind of cool how you stood up to Kyler," Eli spoke up, trying to make light of the situation.
"Are you insane?" Demetri shut him down.
"Hey," Emmy said in a warning tone. "If Eli thinks it's cool, then he thinks it's cool. I thought it was cool. Why don't you think it's cool?"
"Fine. Let me ask you," Demetri shifted away from his homework, and turned to full face her. "What is the best super power anyone could have?"
