Heroic Villian

Chapter 3

Avalon

Gritting my teeth, I hang up my phone while throwing my books into my locker. Seven blocks. The whole walk to school from the park, was spent on my phone, having Cyrus scolding me for my foolishness and for making contact with a superhero when not under my villain identity. Needless to say, I'm grounded tonight.

"Avalon Blackthorn!" I jump at the sound of my best friend's voice echoing down the white bricked hallway. Grinning, I turn to see Sky sprinting to me, her blonde, wavy hair spiraling around her face, her phone clutched in her hand which is outstretched over her head. Few students were not wise enough to get out of her way, including a making out couple. I'm not entirely sure is she pushed those two over on accident or not. "I checked your voicemail!" she exclaims loudly, though she is a few feet from me. My smile disappears "I can't believe you actually-"

Her words are cut off by my hand over her mouth. "Sky, if you don't mind," I whisper, slowly removing my hand from her mouth, ready to move it back, "I really wouldn't like the whole school to know about the events that happened this morning." I send a weak smile and wave to some of the staring students.

"Okay," she says, nodding her head before training her gaze on me. "But," she whispered, "how did you manage to knock out a superhero?"

My gut plummets a little, but I kept my facial expressions neutral. Probably, the fact that I have super strength, I thought to myself, but instead I shrugged saying, "Perhaps, I kicked him on a soft spot of his head? Surprising, since I thought he was awfully thick headed."

"That's what she said." Sky mumbled under her breath with a giggle.

"Sky," I grumbled, rolling my eyes, I give my best friend a pointed look.

A wave of maniatic giggles ripple through her as she laughs at her own joke, and I couldn't contain the laughter that erupts from me. Though, both of are laughs are cut off by sharp gasps as something latches onto our backpacks, preventing us from moving forward. I turn around to see a pair of deep blue eyes crinkling with laughter as they watch Sky and I attempt to regain our balance.

"What the heck, Xander!" Sky exclaims, giving a him a shove.

"Good morning," he says, flashing us a toothy grin.

"Good morning to you, too," I say, a grin stretching across my face as I watch Sky and Xander compete in a shoving match. Those two have been friends since practically birth, and it's sometimes hard to remember that they aren't related. "Okay, guys," I say, pulling the two from the wrestling match that Xander was obviously winning. "Remember we are suppose to almost be adults." A laugh escapes me as they both stick their tongues out at me.

Xander sets his broad shoulders, crossing his arms. "I don't think you have any right to be saying that, Avalon."

"What is that suppose to mean?" I ask, also crossing my arms and squaring my shoulders.

"Oh, come on!" Sky exclaims, "You are the most immature out of all of us here."

"It's hard to argue with that," I smile, shrugging.

"Oh! Speaking of immaturity," Xander says, reaching into his backpack. "Sky, my mom has asked you to please stop putting random things in our microwave." He gives Sky a pointed look while he pulls a large ziplock of some white, powdery blob that resembles a blown up Pastry Boy.

Raising an eyebrow, I turn to Sky. "You microwaved a bar of soap?"

"His mom asked me to!" She states, throwing her arms up in defense. "Right before I left your house yesterday, your mom shouted down the hall, asking me to microwave some soap for her. I just assumed she was making laundry soap or something."