infinite

Part 15

"Jack," I look to my right at him sitting in the passenger seat, "what do you mean you can't?" he shrugs, "I can't roll my R's Jai, I just can't okay," he tries to say "Rojo" meaning red in Spanish, he fails miserably, it sounded like he was just blowing wind through his teeth. I laugh and slap the wheel, "Wow, so you aren't good at everything." He just shakes his head at me and rolls his eyes. "I had a vision last night, I know where the time stone is," he says nonchalantly. "Where is it?" "Some guy had it, he was wearing a red cape and he was standing in front of a huge window," he uses his hands to show the spacial size, "out the window you could see the New York Wheel." I raise my brows, "So, he is in Staten Island?" "I guess so, I really don't understand anything yet, if any of this is even real," he places emphasis on the "this" part. "Something is going on, and you can see it, Jack, you will help so many people once we can figure this out, it just takes time." 

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The rest of the car ride to school was spent in silence while the radio played songs that we have both heard too many times. Once in the school, I go straight to my locker and make it to my first-period class with only a minute to spare. I take my seat next to Mj, "Good morning," I say. "Morning, did you feel any better after you left the party?"  I almost forgot that I told her I was sick as an excuse for why I left the party. "Yeah, I had a really bad headache all of the sudden, so I just took some medicine and went to sleep," I tell her. "That's good, Peter didn't turn back up either, did you see him before you left?" she asks with a hint of accusation in her voice. "No, I didn't, I was looking for him for a few minutes, I guess he left too." 

Technically, he did leave. 

"Do you know if he's here today?" she asks. "No, I haven't seen him this morning, he's in the school somewhere I'm sure," what's her deal this morning? "What do you think of him?" she says this while looking down at her book. Why does everyone keep asking me these type of questions that require me to think about exactly, what I don't want to think about? 

I shrug, "I don't know, he's super cool and nice, I've known him for so long that I don't really remember what it's like not to know him," I finish my sentence quieter than I started. "You think he's cute don't you?" "No, no I don't, I mean he's not ugly but I don't... think of him that way." 

Or maybe I do. 

"Oh, cool," she says still looking down at her book. "Do you think he's cute?" I whisper at her, harsher than I expected. "No, he's too..." she trails off, "Too what?" I ask. "He's too Peter  for me, you get it?" I scoff, "What's that mean?" I ask her. She sighs, "He's just too nerdy for me, it's all Star Wars and chemical imbalances with him, and he's far too childish for my taste."

"How is he too nerdy when you are on the same decathlon team as him, and you have your nose shoved in a book all the time? And not to mention the things you talk about all the time, Miss, I'm an activist." Okay, that was a bit harsh. She closes her book, "At least I talk about things that are important, and things that people care about. Every time he opens his mouth something idiotic comes out of it or he's screwing something up. I think you've been hanging out with him too much, he's starting to rub off on you."

I'm clutching the edges of my desk and I begin to feel my blood start to boil, literally. 

"I'd rather hang out with his childish, idiotic, screw up self than spend one more minute with your dull ass." 

Her mouth drops and I start packing up my things, "Oh, and for your information," I stand up, "Peter is damn sexy," I wink at her with a smirk, and I walk out of class with my teacher calling after me, but I don't care. I had to get out of there, I could feel my powers creeping up on me.