Science of Owls

Super heros

Chapter 3

Classes were going well, Noodle was in one of my elective classes.

Tech ...

I loathed that class for years, our teacher was young a pretty ... but she was as dumb as the stereotype suggests .

She always picked on me because she favoured the popular kids. Admittedly I did look rather depressed on my laptop, in the corner and not talking to the kids in my class. But that was because they were all pathetic, and there was little conversation to be held.

One boy , who I can only describe to be the happiest fattest child on earth , I could have a decent conversation about "Crash Bandicoot" with . Only problem was that was one of his few topics, apart from DnD live and Anime. Which I could quite easily talk about all day , but his vocabulary was limited and his intelligence otherwise was low. So our talks were limited to 10 minute intervals.

I let Noodle figure out that himself. Spending the first week with him and some other boys, I watched him from across the room.

He played with his medium length hair, twisted it and pulled. I could see how fast he typed on his laptop, never taking his eyes of the screen, he was incredibly fast! Occasionally I'd catch him staring off in the distance , sometimes my way , other times over the other side of the room.

A couple of times we call out to one another asking a question about the bull shit work load we had, but most of the time it was simply a quick glance to one another.

Connie and Eve were in my homeroom, and we had most classes together.

" Nazz sit with us this lesson" Connie said , as we pulled up another desk to make our 3.

I could tell that they had a plan to interrogate me , it was something about how they were giggling and looking at each other so suspiciously.

We had our laptops open to the internet, playing on Evie , artificial intelligence online.

We were playing around with it , asking it dumb questions and laughing at the 50 shades of grey references.

" haha ask it how hot does it think Noodle is?" asked Connie, looking at me.

Eve raised her eyebrows and smirked as she typed down the question.

I was slightly puzzled at this but I laughed and shook my head.

" ohhh, she denies knowing who Noodle is !" said Eve , gasping for laughter .

The teacher looked up at us , we seemed confused that we were laughing at the Bible... silly old duck has no idea about the joys of internet and a bludge class.

Nazz knows!

Eve typed in , and awaited her response.

" what's that supposed to mean !" I said.

" he catches your bus right?" said Connie , leaning over Eves hunched shoulders as she typed into the laptop , disappearing out of the conversation.

" yeah so?" I said, then she angled her head as if to say "you know what I mean!".

" John catches my bus too?" I protested.

" but you don't sit next to him on the bus and talk to him?" asked Connie.

" are you stalking me Con?"

" no , I'm watching from a distance, there's a difference !" she said satisfied.

The teacher pursed her lips and looked at us from her desk again.

" point is" she continued, " I can see everything from the table near the carpark, and your being social"

Evie - ill be your Christian grey

Eve - *pushes up against the wall kissing passionately*

Evie - I don't know if this is a good idea, we've only just met

Eve - its so wrong its right!

" I'm a social person!" I said, defending myself the best I could under the circumstances.

" yeah, but not that social with a guy you've just met! You're a slightly nervous specimen , I mean you got cosy with this guys in a week Nazz!"

" cosy...? Wha-" I could tell this was heading for the worst...

" haha, oh gods Eve , stop fantasying with the AI" laughed Connie. She forgot about the subject at hand and moved on with her laughing.

I wonder what she meant about cosy, I'm fairly social. I can talk to people, I just prefer not to . I mean half the time they're idiots!

The week was soon over again and the weekend came rolling along.

We didn't have a meet this time, me and Noodle. We had agreed on the bus that next week would suit us better.

I sat next to him on the buss, he was a funny guy , good conversation .

It turns out he was a keen hunter and had moved here from a town inland of ours.

He told me about a different person every day from his old town, he seemed to have a variety of friends , from old girl friends that crashed and burned, some more than others. To best friends from primary school and enemies.

" sounds like you were popular" I said smiling, he had just told me about one of his prankster friends putting red dye in all of the toilets.

" unintentionally" he said modestly, " girls can't keep themselves away from da sexy master" he joked.

I punched him in the arm, "I hate to disagree... but I guess you're pretty popular here too?"

He looked up smiling , " as I said where ever I go I'm loved"

I shook my head, " if only you had a real super power like me"

" and that would be dear Nazz?"

" I can draw anything that comes to mind!" I said , maybe a little too proud to for my usual self.

He looked a little taken a back , " was that power in your sketch book , which I have not seen?"

" yeah... and you never will... because ... erm, super heroes don't use it unless they need too, remember , identity issues and what not".

" I'm sure that's reason, I bet they're awesome! Anyways , see you next week Nazz" he said as he got off the bus, he gave my hair a little flick.

I smiled; he was definitely a lot of fun.

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i think im going to discontinue this ... tis shit!