I Need A Hero (BxB)

Chapter One

Normal. Something my mother likes is normal. She says she was only a kid when it became common for people with powers to exist. However, it's not that they didn't exist before, it's simply that they weren't open about it. Still, her definition of normal is very different from the current definition. To her, a normal son is one with no powers, one who can get a girlfriend, maybe play a sport, hangs out with his friends on the weekends and avoids homework on school nights. Sadly, I don't fall under that definition. I mean, I definitely avoid homework and I occasionally hang out with my few friends, but it's the other part I'm talking about.

She doesn't know I have powers. I'm sure you're wondering, how can a mother not know something so big about her own son, but don't worry, I'm getting there. See, they didn't actually show up until I was six. Prior to that, I had shown no signs of having any special abilities and my mom always praised me for being a normal child. And I was normal, until one day at school.

I recall walking across the play ground to get to the swing set, and a kid who didn't particularly like me decided to throw a ball at my face. I had immediately thrown my hands up to protect my face, and somehow managed to accidentally create a force field. Said force field also happened to cause the ball to bounce back into the kid's face, and we both got in trouble for that. Over time I discovered my other powers, specifically psychokinesis, which is more or less a super fancy word for telekinesis, meaning I can move things with my mind. Super helpful when the remote is on the table and I don't feel like moving. I never once told my mom. I don't know why, I feel like she would still love me and all, but I want her to be able to believe she has a normal child.

That brings me around to the second part. My mom and me don't talk as often as we used to, but I know she wants me to get a girlfriend. She wants me to get married to a normal girl and have normal kids so she can have normal grand kids. Problem is, I'm not into girls at all. I'm sure I can work around that somehow though.

Keeping my powers from my mom became easier as I grew up. As soon as I was able to stay home alone she began working more, so I've seen less and less of her lately. I could be bitter about all the time spent alone but I think it's for the better.

On a normal day I get up early for school, feed my cat,- my mom had to go away for work on my birthday last year so my apology gift was a kitten- and then attempt to find something to eat myself. I usually give up and just get dressed instead. I make an attempt to tame my mess of dark brown hair, which also tends to end in failure. Once I finish the rest of my morning routine I leave my house for the bus stop.

The bus ride is probably the thing I hate the most about going to school. It's loud, the seats are uncomfortable, and my friends all ride different buses than mine. It's honestly the worst fifteen minutes of my day. I don't particularly hate school in general, in fact I'd rather be there instead of at home. I like learning, especially about science, and it's nice to be around other people.

I'm lucky enough to have some decent friends, ones who meet me outside the school in the mornings. There's Amber, a short girl with frizzy blonde hair, and Leo, a tall, very attractive, football player, and Robin, who has recently entered her goth phase. Amber was extremely excited about something, her eyes wide and she was jumping up and down. When I walked up the first thing she said was,

"We're getting someone new!" I personally didn't see what was so exciting. We went to a huge school, I didn't know half the people there, what was one more person added to that mix?

"How do you even know this?" I asked her. She went on to explain about how she had been helping in the office the day before and the new kid came in with his dad. She described him as pretty grumpy looking, your typical emo guy, black hair, fingerless gloves, all black clothes. Before I could tell her he sounded like a total dork, she spun me around to face all the kids coming in.

"There he is!" She said, pointing him out. I quickly learned her description did not do him justice. He was tall, taller than me anyway, thin, he had dark tanned skin and her eyes were an amazing shade of orange, almost red. It was normal to see people with unnatural eye colors these days.

I didn't realize I was staring until he walked past me and we made eye contact. He looked pretty weirded out and looked away from me pretty quickly. Amber giggled from behind me.

"Aw, Winter, you were staring! Did you think he was cute or something?" She teased.

"W-what? No!" I said quickly, blushing slightly. She laughed.

"Whatever dork. Let's get to class." She said, getting the attention of Robin and Leo who were deep in conversation before we headed into the building.

***

Lucky me, I had this new kid in my chemistry class. He came into the room and the teacher had him take the empty seat next to me. I tried to keep my head down, just hoping he wouldn't recognize me, but I couldn't help but occasionally glance over at him. The whole class period he stared ahead at the board, lazily tapping his pencil against the table. He had a scowl on his face the whole time, but I'm sure he would be kind of pretty if he just smiled even a little bit. When the bell finally rang I started to put up my stuff, but I froze when I heard his voice.

"Do you stare at every person you sit by?" He asked, sounding a bit irritated.

"No! I wasn't even staring." I told him, staring at my bag since I didn't want to have to look at him.

"Well you were looking at me often enough for it to feel like staring." He said as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "I know I'm the "new kid" and all but seriously, the staring is weird." He stated before turning and leaving the room without another word. Not only was I annoyed with him, but I was more than a little embarrassed to have been caught looking at him the whole time. I picked up my bag and hurried out of the room, reminding myself to be more careful about who I look at from now on.