Antisocial at Its Finest

Marvel & DC

Chapter Five

Harley's P.O.V.

I'm sitting alone in an empty room. There is air all around me, but I'm not breathing it. I try inhaling through my nose. It burns. There is something toxic in the air that burns your lungs and throat. I try getting out of the chair, but I am stuck. I struggle, but with no luck. The only option is to breathe and die, before I suffocate in my own lungs. It's the only option.

I take a deep breath.

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And I wake up.

My head shoots straight up and my whole body stiffens in my desk chair.

I'm awake now in my eighth period class. I look up at the clock on the wall. 3:30. Five minutes until the last bell rings.

Incongruous scribblings are on my notebook paper. Funny, I don't remember writing anything. I slowly read the inscriptions.

On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?

I raise my eyebrows at this. Who wrote this? I ask myself in my head. I look over to my right. I see a smiling Marvel staring down at me.

"Well?" he asks, a frivolous grin on his face. I flatten my lips and shakes head. "Germany, 1943," I say blankly.

He looks at me with disappointment in his eyes. "Oh," he says glumly. I sigh and say, "I'm just kidding. Free as Canada."

He gives me a jokingly odd look and lets out a little chuckle. "Okay, then. Are you free enough to meet a friend of mine?"

"Sure," I say quickly. Then the bell rings again, dismissing us yet again.

He hops up real fast, not giving me any time to get my stuff ready, and took my hand in his. He ran me out the door and through the crowed hall.

"But my stuff!" I yell as he drags me down the hall and to a specific someone's locker. He returns with a big smile, "Forget the stuff!"

I nod and follow him at a quicker pace.

We make it to that person's locker. He's all jumpy while I'm almost out of breath. I'm not the physical type.

"Hey, yo, Devon!" he calls out with a fake ghetto-ish accent. "Hey, yo, Marvel!" someone calls back.

It was a tall and lean boy who's face is hidden behind his locker door. He pulls back for a second, allowing me to get a look at his face.

He has dark brown hair and a chiseled jaw. He has big brown eyes, and a warm smile. Along with a smile, he has a bit of stubble. Not a beard, but enough to know that he's at least seventeen years old. And he's wearing a pair of large, round glasses. Like the glasses of an old man, or the Eleventh Doctor (nerd reference).

His eyes widen at the look of me. He raises an eyebrow and adds a flirtatious note to his voice. "Well, hello there," he says. I smile and say, "Hi."

Marvel takes a quick step between us. "Okay, Devon. This is Harley," he introduces me to his friend. He makes a gesture towards me, signaling that I'm Harley.

"Oh, so you're the girl he doesn't shut up about?" Devon asks. Marvel punches his shoulder.

Devon smiles and says to me, "Hola," with an accent. I translate it in my head, considering that I know very limited Spanish. Hello, is what it is in English.

"So, you're name's Devon?" I ask. "Yup. Devon Collins."

I gasp. They both look at me like I'm crazy. "What?" they ask almost in unison. I give a cheeky smile and say, "You know what this means, right?"

They shake their heads 'no'. I giggle a little bit before explaining what makes this so great. "You're Marvel. And you're Devon Collins, which makes you D.C. Oh my god, guys. YOU'RE MARVEL AND DC." (nerd reference)

They look at each other. I watch as I can see the realization hit them like a train on a track. Marvel and DC Comics. "Ohhhh," they drag out at the same time. I smile big.

This is probably the most amazing coincidence that could ever happen.

"Hey, Harley, ya busy tonight?" Devon asks out of the blue. I blank my facial expression. I raise a questioning eyebrow. "Yeah... Why?"

Devon smiles to Marvel, like they have in inside joke that only the two of them get.

Devon looks down to me, because of his serious tallness. He smiles mischievously and casually invites, "Yeah, we're going to this party tonight. Just wondering if you'd wanna join us...?"

I laugh a little and shake my head 'no'. "No, no. I'm not a party person," I politely decline.

Marvel puts a hand on my forearm. "Please?" he asks in a childish, whiny tone. I lower my head. "Sure. But, can I bring a friend?"

They smile brightly. Devon smirks and answers, "Why, of course. The more, the merrier."