Runaways

What the hell is the Academy?!?

Gabriel's POV:

Who the fuck wakes up at 8 in the morning! School hasn't even started yet! This is fucking winter break!

Does anyone wake up like a normal person? Nope, of course they fucking don't!

My complaining goes through my head as we walk down the stairs. Apparently, there's a old person down there who stalks us and wants to talk to us. 

You know, normal circumstances in an everyday basis.

We arrive in the lobby and see the old man looking down at his phone. 

"We're ready," Owen says with us all behind him.

He looks up at us and says, "Let's discuss this matter over breakfast. I'm pretty sure none of you guys had it yet."

Damn right we didn't! Have you see how early in the morning it is?

"We could meet at Bob's Diner. It's only a few minutes away from here," Luke suggests with a glint in his eyes. I had a feeling I knew why it was there.

"Sure why not," the man says, oblivious to the look Luke had in his eyes.

"We'll be meeting you there Mr. Roberts," Owen says.

What the fuck is it with him calling everyone formally? He's only eighteen!

"Please just call me Phil. Mr. Roberts makes me sound old," the man says jokingly.

"See you guys there," Phil says and then walks out of the motel. 

"Okay, same seats as yesterday," Owen says and then leads us out of headquarters.

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In about 20 minutes, we're parked in front of the diner. Unbuckling our seatbelts, we all walk up to the front of the packed building. We see Phil sitting at a table with everyone else. I guess we're the last ones to arrive.

As soon as we walk into the diner, I cringe at the blandness of the wall in front of us. It was just...so....white. The diner needed something to pop out. It would definitely attract more customers. Maybe I should ask Uncle if I could paint on it.

I push all my thoughts away and sit at the table. It was time to focus on the real reason why we were here.

"So, are you going to fucking tell us about why we're here?" I ask the man.

"Excuse our friend. He has the mouth of a sailor. I've tried stopping him, but, believe me, nothing worked," Luke says amusedly.

I glare unamusedly at him.

"It's fine, I've met worse," Phil says.

"Curse all you want," he tells me, looking straight into my eyes.

Damn, I like this guy.

"So, what was it you wanted to discuss Mr. Roberts?" Owen asks, bringing us all back to the main reason we were here.

"I'm here to let you guys know about a special school for above average people. This school looks for people who can help others as soon as they're presented with a problem. We look for people who can work in a team just like that," he snaps his fingers, "We're looking for people like you. You all helped a boy with a mildly serious injury even though you were basically complete strangers to each other," he says.

"How the fuck did you know what we did yesterday?" North asks with disbelief.

Phil smiles. "There were security cameras in the store and also outside in the parking lot. We saw and heard everything you did yesterday," he answers in response.