Gasoline

A Whole New World.

  "Frey if I promise to give you an A in my class will you please let the other kids answer the questions? It's obvious this class is too easy for you," Professor Landry asked. 

"I was going to get an A anyway so sure. I'll just show up and take a nap for an hour. Sure this class is easy. It's not my fault I was raised listening to Norse mythology as a kid instead of fairy-tales" I answered back sarcastically. I didn't even want to take this damn class but it was far better than taking a history of music. Colleges shouldn't require humanities when they know students are just taking it for an easy A. 

"Sarcasm noted. You don't even have to come to class if you don't want to. Just email me your work. I'll take care of the rest," The professor said waving his hand to dismiss me.  I was a bit of a know it all at this subject. I was the Hermionie to his Professor Snape.  Ten points taken away every day. My blood boiled though. It isn't my fault other kids do not find this subject in particular fascinating. I could also probably teach the class. Perhaps that's why he hates me. I let my mind wander as I walked back to the parking lot. It was overcast outside, Almost as if there was a storm rolling in.  I almost rushed to my car in order to avoid the rain that I swore was going to come down at any moment. I paused when I noticed a tall figure by my car. He had long hair for a boy and a hoodie on. Jeans that looked tattered and old sneakers. 

"Um excuse me that's my car," I said cautiously approaching the man. His features were rugged and God like. His blue eyes were piercing and I swear I've seen him before. 

"You are Frey correct?" He asked me. 

"Who's asking?" I asked my fight response kicking in.

"I am just a friend of your mothers. Could I get a ride?" The man said sticking his hand out. 

"If you're her friend what is her full name and where did she graduate high school?" I asked. These weren't hard questions but she almost never goes by her full name. 

"Astrid Mursi Lifstænsson. Of course that is her maiden name. She goes by the last name of Townsend now," The mystery man spoke. " She also graduated top of her class at Winston J hagerty High school and went to brown university where she studied psychology," The man said with a wide smile. 

"Okay. So you wouldn't mind if I called her then? Just to make sure you are who you say you are? What was your name again?" I asked skeptically. 

"I didn't give you one but go ahead and call her. She's expecting me," The man said. I whipped out my phone and hit the speedily for my mother. 

"Hello?" She sounded frantic. As if she knew something was wrong. 

"Mother there is a man at my car claiming to know you. He has asked for a-"

"What does he look like?" She cut me off. 

"Blond, Jacked, Seems a little dazed. Blue eyes. six foot something," I said. I heard an audible sigh of relief from her side of the phone. 

"Yes bring him here. I'll explain when you get home," My mom said. Was she expecting someone else?

"Guess you check out," I said nervously as I unlocked my car. The tall man walked to the other side of the car and got in the passenger  side. 

"I'm Thor by the way," He said once I had gotten in and started the vehicle. 

"Right and I'm Frigga and this is Asgard. Nice try. Buckle up," I said with a laugh as we pulled out of the parking lot.  The rest of the ride was silent. It was only ten minutes from school to my house but it felt like it dragged on forever.  I pulled into the driveway where my father used to park his car and quickly exited the car.  My mother was waiting in the kitchen as soon as I walked in the door.