Let Me Be Your Superhero

Chapter 2

It was Thursday and the Biology class was on a field trip. Unfortunately, all of my friends were taking biology except me, so needless to say I was dreading the day. At lunch I sat at our table alone and ate so quickly that I soon had nothing to do. I ended up walking through the halls, doing laps of the school. I had circled the school 6 times before something caught my attention. Most of the kids at my school were stereotypical teenagers, so consumed with parties, gossip and dating. My friends had started to drift into that too, but they weren't nearly as bad as the rest of them. But this was definitely out of the ordinary. I heard...music. But it wasn't some girl blasting some top 40 hit, it was live. Somebody in my school was singing with their guitar, and I was determined to find out who it was.

I followed the music until it got loud enough for me to identify the song, and I knew it instantly. It was Lithium, my favourite Nirvana song. I'm so happy, cause today I found my friends, they're in my head. I'm so ugly, but that's okay cause so are you. I caught myself singing along and decided that I didn't want this mystery singer to know I was there. I looked down at my worn-out black vans and watched every step carefully, being sure not to make a sound. I followed the music down an old hallway at the back of the school that nobody except janitors went in; the janitor's room was at the end of the hall. I slowly crept down the hall and when I came to the end spotted 2 doors. One of the doors was clearly marked "Janitor's Office" which left the other one the most likely source of the music.

I decided that unless the circus was in town, the low raspy voice of the singer was male. At all of the school talent shows the only singers that ever went on stage were girls. As far as I knew there were no male vocalists in this town. I looked in the little window in the door and I could barely make out the silouhette of the boy that sings. The window was dirty, and the only details i could make out were that he was tall, had broad shoulders, blonde hair, and was wearing dirty white flipflops, black jeans, and a jumper. Usually I don't pay much attention to clothing, but it was September and it was barely starting to feel like fall, way to warm for a sweater. Maybe... nevermind I shouldn't make assumptions.

I'd been staring so long that I hadn't realized that the song was over. I saw the tall boy begin to pack up his guitar and at that I turned on my heel and bolted out of there. As I sped away I realized that I didn't recognize the boy. There were only 3 new kids that I knew of this year; Connie Meyers, Jason Finn, and Samana Thompson. I wonder who he was and where he came from, and why I didn't immediately recognize him. I had slowed my pace so I wouldn't attract any unwanted attention and went to my locker. I checked for a note and nothing was there, so I got my stuff for my next 2 periods and decided to go to class early.

I had 3rd period English and had been sitting at my desk reading for about 5 minutes when the bell rung. The students shuffled in, all talking loudly and gossiping about the latest break up that I couldn't give less of a fuck about. I don't even know who exactly is in my class, I spend most of it reading alone in the back corner of the room, away from people. Since a huge fraction of the class was missing, Mr. Foster decided to put on a movie; there was no point in teaching a lesson. The movie was The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. I quite enjoyed that movie, and my classmates quite enjoyed Logan Lerman's face. I decided to put the book away and watch the movie.

I looked around the class to finally have an idea of who was in my class. I started by looking at all the girls swooning over Logan, and then at all the guys who looked like they were all about to pass out. Then I started looking at their shoes. It was as if I could tell more about their personalities through their footwear than by looking at their faces. I would look at their shoes, take a guess on their personality, then look up to see if I was right. I knew most of the kids here enough to judge my accuracy. Cowboy boots, TOMS, flats, converse, and then I saw something that made me freeze for a second. At the back of the class in the opposite corner from where I was I saw them. Dirty white flipflops.

I hesitantly started to drag my eyes up the boys body. Black jeans, jumper, blonde hair. The boy was listening to his headphones, definitely not into the movie. I wondered what he was listening to. I was so busy analyzing this boy that I hadn't realized that he had been staring at me the whole time. When I looked up at his face I caught the gaze of his ocean blue eyes and immediately looked to the left of his head, pretending to copy something off the board behind him. I didn't expect him to buy it, but he turned to check what was on the board; the week's homework. Thank god. He looked back at his desk and I thought I saw him slump a bit. I could hold back my smile, he was a cutie. I started doodling in my notebook to seem busy, but caught myself sneaking glances. He was really fucking cute. But one thing still confused me. Why didn't I know who he was?

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After 4th I attempted to rush down to my locker to relieve myself of 2 classes worth of stuff. Some girl had tripped down the main staircase so everyone had to go to the secondary one. It took me about 5 extra minutes to get down the stairs and I was so relieved when I finally reached my locker. I put my stuff away and started packing my bag to go home. Before closing up my locker I procedurally slid my hand accross the usually empty top shelf of my locker. My hand caught something. I grabbed the note and slowly opened it up.

If I was an artist, I would spend my whole life trying to capture the beauty and colours of your hazel eyes. Oh god that sounds really corny. Shit.. sorry about that. Jeez... -LH

It took me a second to realize that my lips had stretched into a huge grin and I was giggling uncontrollably. This letter was different than the others, he made fun of his attempts to be deep and meaningful. I don't know why, but it made everything seem a bit more real. Like this note confirmed the existence of a real, funny, person. Then the guilt set in. The notes didnt seem like they were stopping any time soon, and I had no intention to do anything about it. That reminded me of Alexis. I was supposed to meet her at her house after the bio trip got back.

I was still smiling when I heard the distinct sound of flipflops and involuntarily looked up to see the mysterious music boy. I had to tell Alexis about him, I knew how much she enjoyed letter boy, she'd love the mystery of music boy.