Superheroes Suck

Chapter 4: Dangit

Murphy's stupid smug grin was the first thing I saw when I turned to look back. The second was his car keys that jingled as his wrist swayed side-to-side.

His voice came out sugary and it enough to give me a toothache. "Penn has entrusted me with giving you, my dear Wallflower, a ride back to your humble abode."

"Are you kidding me?" I groaned.

Murphy's car is impeccable, I'll give him that. He insists it stay in pristine condition so he makes me take my shoes off before I enter. Not only that, but he plays his music loud enough to burst my eardrums and one time I made the mistake of asking him to turn it down. He plugged speakers into it. I didn't even know that was possible.

The car itself rode like a dream compared to Penn's clunker, the advantages you get when you're an only child. It wasn't like he lived that far from me either, his house was right down the street. Knowing Murphy, he'll probably drop me at the very top and make me walk the rest of the way just to torment me.

"Nope. You and I are going for a cruise." Murphy grinned and started towards the car.

"Hey!" I called out as I struggled to catch up. "What do you mean we're going for a cruise?"

"Exactly what I said."

"Murphy, please tell me you are just taking me home."

He turned back, shot me a grin and shook his head. "Nope."

Dangit.

Seeing no other option, I followed his to the car and reluctantly got in. Murphy jogged around to the other side. He turned the stupid music up as soon as he got in, putting on some popular station. Mary seemed to like this one as well, it's some local community college station I think.

The ride itself was quiet, mostly in part because I was fighting the urge to complain to Murphy. If I had, then the ride would be more painful than you can possibly imagine. Hopefully, this  wasn't too long of a ride either which is why neither of us saw a need to speak.

We reached a stoplight when Murphy's phone went off. He pulled it out of the console and swiped it open, grimacing as he read whatever the text said. Slamming the phone down, he turned to me with an annoyed expression.

"Change of plans." As soon as the light when green, Murphy was swinging around the car around. My knuckles whitened as I held tightly onto the seat. Suddenly, we were heading back home. "We are no longer taking the detour."

I breathed a sigh of relief, which Murphy caught. "Don't think you got out of it Wallflower, we'll just have to go the next time I drive you home."

"Seriously?" I groaned. "Where the hell were we supposed to go anyway."

Murphy grinned, my comment seemed to brighten his spirits. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it my little Wallflower."

"I'm not little you ass."

"No, but you're little to me."

"Ass."

"Wallflower."

I fought the urge to smack it, reasoning that smacking the guy driving would end up screwing me in the end. We could get into some horrific accident or Murphy could kick me out of the car and make me walk all the way home. Both are equally as bad.

"Is it necessary to call me Wallflower?" I asked through my teeth. I hated that stupid nickname.

"Is it necessary to call me Murphy?" He mimicked.

"What?" I asked surprised. "You hate me calling you Murphy?"

My comment seemed to surprise him too, or maybe my tone. I was genuinely surprised by that, and being called Murphy is nowhere near as bad as Wallflower. I can't even remember where the stupid name came from, all I remember is he started with it on the first day.