The Superhero

The Superhero: Chapter Two

Chapter 2—Grey's Advances

            I was about thirty minutes late to class the next morning. I tried to enter the classroom discreetly, which I ended up accomplishing. However, Grey spotted me somehow. What was this guy? Did he have super senses or something?

            I took a seat in the back of the lecture hall. To my surprise, Grey randomly stood up. I watched as he squeezed behind a row of desks and made his way towards me. He sat in the empty spot next to mine, and I tried not to notice. He gently elbowed me in the arm, and I glanced at him. He grinned at me, and I gave him a small smile. I quickly turned back to my notebook.

            He leaned closer and whispered, "I'm sorry I ran off yesterday."

            "Whatever, it's okay," I said, shrugging.

            "I felt like I was being so rude by doing that. Maybe I can make it up to you, and Ren and Tammy, too."

            "You don't have to."

            "Please? Let me be a nice guy and make it up to you."

            "That's not needed," I told him and picked up my things. I didn't feel like sitting through the rest of the lecture with Grey questioning me, so I headed for the door again. Grey followed me, which I fairly expected.

            "Where are you going?" he asked, walking behind me.

            "I don't know. Somewhere other than here, I guess."

            "Why won't you let me take you out?"

            "Why can't you take no for an answer?"

            "What's the problem? Do you already have a boyfriend or something?"

            I stopped walking and looked at him. I shook my head. "No."

            "Are you just not into me? I mean, I'm not hideous, am I? I'm not a jerk, am I?" he inquired. As he spoke to me, he kept a smile on his face.

            "You smile a lot," I observed.

            "Is that a bad thing?"

            I sighed. "Well, just to settle your doubts: You're not hideous and you're not a jerk. And it's definitely not a bad thing to smile."

            "Good to know," he replied, satisfied. "Now, tell me, what's the problem with giving me a chance?"

            "Will you feel better if I agree?"

            "Of course," he admitted.

            "Okay."

            "Yes!" he said, grinning.

"Are you this friendly with everyone that you've just met?"

            "I try to be as friendly as possible, even to my enemies," he said.

            I furrowed my eyebrows. "What did you just say? Did you just call me your enemy?"

            "No, I didn't mean it that way. I was just speaking in general terms."

            "You have enemies?" I asked.

            "Doesn't everyone? Don't you have any?"