Chapter 2: Stalemate

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Arlo POV

"Arlo!" Isen yells to me.

"What." I say with annoyance.

"Some new kid just dissed Elaine! She was soooo embaresed!" Isen states in surprise.

What!? There's no way that someone would have the guts for that! They will pay for dishonoring me and Elaine. I walk away from Isen steaming with all anger and I will find this asshole and punish him. 

Remi POV

Everyone has been really negative about my superhero status. If they really want me to quit, fine, I will. However as I says to Arlo I will never give shit to the authorities, screw them. 

I heard of this new kid in the class next to me, he seems interesting. From what I've heard he hates everyone and people are assuming that he's a cripple. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. No one really knows because he never lets anyone get 4 words off before either walking away or insulting them. It's possible that Arlo knows who this guy is. He's pretty much become the talk of the school within a few hours. I sit up on my bed and pick up my phone to text Arlo. (Text is in bold)

Remi: Hey

Arlo: What

Remi: Do you know anything on the new kid?

Arlo: Other than tomorrow he's getting his ass kicked then no.

Remi: Why?

Arlo: He insulted Elaine.

Remi: Does he live off campus?

Arlo: I think so.

Arlo: I don't know much about him but he is possibly dangerous so let me handle him.

Who does this new kid think he is? Coming in and insulting Elaine like that, he really doesn't know what he's getting into, again, what is he?

Y/N POV

Fuckin' pricks, they don't know who I am. For all they know I'm just a powerless teen. It may be best to keep it that way. 

On my way back to my apartment still on campus I see a blonde haired guy about 50 feet away from me. He's on his phone but then he lifts his head up an glares at me. I don't just mean some stare. This guy was looking at me with rage, he might be the so called "king". I just keep walking and think screw him, he's not of importance. 

Then when I am walking away I still feel his glare like knives going through my body. This guy really puts up my alarm, I still walk away but ready for a fight. Even if he is more powerful than me, he probably doesn't know 8 forms of martial arts like me. I quicken my pace and I begin to go faster, now at a speed walk. He begins to follow me at a slower pace. I am on full alert and my heart is racing because I don't want to fight or draw attention. I use weather manipulation to create a lightning storm to use if needed. I also have some hail spikes ready just in case. 

To my surprise he turned of torward a dormitory and I walk normally back to my apartment with relief that I didn't get into a fight on my first day. My apartment is about 20 ft away now but I stop in my tracks. I'm being watched. My instinct tells me to go to my apartment but they might be watching there too. "I know that you're there. Come out and explain, then maybe I won't notify authorities." I state in a monotone voice. 

"Alright! Alright! My name is Isen and I was sent here by someone to gather info on you!" The kid says while jumping out of a bush.

"Who sent you?" Yell with anger.

"I can't tell! He'll destroy me!" Isen says with fear. 

"Was it you goddamned king?" I yell. 

"Y-yes" Isen practically squeaks.

"WELL TELL HIM THAT Y/N SAID TO FUCK OFF!!"

Isen activated his ability and sprinted off at inhuman speeds. My first day and I already have an asshole looking for me. Damn.

I put my things in my room and I quickly get into my car so I can visit the cemetery. The cemetery is 32 miles from here so the drive is semi long. I listen to some Metal music on the way there and I hear a song come on and it really sounded good the name of the song was Demons by  Get Scared. The main chorus went like:

And I swear it never had to end,
Like this,
If I could just pretend,
I'm not those things that you resent,   

After a while I finally got to the cemetery in Agwin. There are a few people in the graveyard but only a few, funny, I see another person with a Wellston outfit at another grave. I can sympathize for that. I walk over to the middle of the graveyard and I stopped at my parent's graves. When I moved to Wellston they were too at my request. I replace the flowers, and then begin to talk to them, I know it's weird but it keeps me from snapping. "Hey mom, hey dad. I had my first day of school today, things got a little rough. I really, really miss you." I say with a low whisper.

A single tear went down my cheek and I instantly wiped it off and said "Look at me crying like an idiot."

I then paid my respects, then I did something I haven't done in a long time. I recited a catholic prayer.

"God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference."

"Who did you lose?" A feminine voice behind me asks.

I decided to attempt to be nice to her. "My parents." I answer. "In the massacre of DC." I say shakily as it is my first time really opening up to anyone. When I look behind me there stands the girl with the Wellston uniform. She had pink hair and actually looked kinda... well, not kinda. She looked beautiful. 

"I'm Remi." She says.

"I'm Y/N. You seem familiar, are you a Junior?" I ask.

"Yes, and I heard that you are new at Wellston and I think we should be friends." Remi said. 

"I've never really had a friend other than my stuffed bear when I was little." I say shyly. "I have a few issues, and I am really well, unpleasant."

"That's fine. I do think we should get to know each other though." Remi says enthusiasticly.

"Maybe." I say and we exchange numbers as I walk off to my car.

I walk into to my apartment and change into some workout clothes. I go into my spare room where I keep all of my workout equipment and start to do a few stretches first. Next I casually walk over to my punching bag and begin hitting it vigorously as I begin to think of my parents.

It's 9:20 PM already so I'd better go to bed, as I walk over to my bed I realize something. That someone actually wants me to be their friend. I've never had that kind of acceptance outside of intermediate family and my grandfather. I think that just maybe being friends could be managable. 

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