Good vs Evil, Superhero vs Supervillain.
This is how is was.
Until she broke the definition of evil. Until he broke the definition of good. Until she snapped. Until he disappeared. Until she ran away.
Until they all had enough of their lives.
As the...
"The real hero is always a hero by mistake; He dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else." - Umberto Ego
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Leslie flicked a piece of her long, strawberry blonde hair out of her vision and stared up at a football player she had met somewhere. She didn't remember where, but believed that it honestly wasn't important. He wasn't going to stick around long, just like the others.
She batted her eyelashes, hearing everything (was it Tom? Tim? Leslie knew it started with a T) was thinking about her. Leslie was slightly revolted at the things he was thinking of doing about her. It made her feel dirty, hurting her heart.
She planted a kiss onto the muscular guy's cheek and walked toward her third period, swaying her hips with a smile plastered on her face. But all she was trying to do was hold back the bile she felt in the back of her throat.
Leslie noticed other students part, making a perfect path for her. She strutted down the student-made runway and listened to their thoughts. Each one almost like a slap in her face.
Look at the length of her skirt.
She's such a slut.
I'd hit that.
She's such a bitch.
Look at that ass.
Who does she think she is?
Bet she's good in bed.
Leslie threw her backpack onto the ground when she got to her class. She slid into the seat and buried her head into her arms, with her hands covering her ears.
She wishes for it to go away, the unsaid words thrown at her everywhere. She wishes for silence, to listen to her own thoughts instead of someone else's.
She took a moment to control her breaths, and she noticed her hands were shaking.
Is she crying?
Leslie pushed her hair behind her shoulders to look around the supposedly empty room. Her gaze slicked over the empty desks and halted when they fell upon a boy with dark hair and glasses to match.
She quirked her head slightly to the side, her interest piquing at the boy she hadn't noticed before.
She took in his appearance- his hunched shoulders, twiddling fingers, and reddening ears.
Why is she looking at me? Do I have something on my face?
Leslie held in a laugh as she watched him subtly rub a corner of his mouth with his blue hoodie. She liked that jacket on him, it highlighted his dark blue eyes behind the glasses.
Act casual. Act casual. You can do this James, just be normal.
Finally making eye contact with him, she shot him a smile as she thought he was cute.
She watched as he looked away, a tickle of pink dusted on his cheeks and creeping up his neck.
Leslie heard the bell ring and cringed as her classmate's thoughts bombarded her already exhausted mind, making her lose focus on the boy or enjoy the previous silence of the classroom.
The late bell rung, signalling the beginning of class- successfully hushing down the nervous chatter of students. As the teacher started the lesson, the typically attentive Leslie didn't pay attention.
Instead, she was watching a boy she had not met yet -James- out of the corner of her eye.
When class ended and the boy dashed out of the classroom, a realization struck her.
She was able to suppress all of the student's uneasy thoughts and focus on one thing.
