Rule #5: Make sure you and your sidekick's colors don't clash (just because Batman and Robin could pull it off doesn't mean you can, besides, people only mention Robin half the time). I know, I have yet another rule about outfits, but outfits are super important to superheroes (okay, saying super about anything to do with superheroes sounds weird, I'll stop now) because like I said, aesthetics are everything. No supervillain is going to take you seriously if you and your sidekick clash.

Even though I was completely exhausted the next morning (which was sadly becoming a common occurance for me, even today I wake up feeling tired), I still had to go to school. And since my mom needed her car that morning, I had to ride with her and Rachel (usually the embarrassment of showing up at school in a minivan is lessened by the fact that I'm driving it). Even worse, Rachel called "shotgun" so my mom, who totally loves her more, made me sit in the backseat. Let me tell you, you've never felt embarrassment until you have to leave your mom's car through a sliding door while your mom waves goodbye to your little sister.

"Bye Rachel, I love you!" my mom screeched from her open window. My sister, who was still too young to admit that she cared about what people thought, waved back. I walked next to her (but only because there was no where else to walk), wishing that my powers involved invisibility. But knowing me it would be the kind of invisible that didn't take my clothes with me. A guy could dream.

The one silver lining was that my mom actually agreed to stop at the gas station on the way to school, even though I hadn't asked her beforehand (she's very serious about car etiquette). I was practically falling asleep in my seat and when I'm that tired, the only solution is gas station coffee. Neither my mom or Rachel understood why I chose to fill my body with "that gunk," we had one of those ridiculously expensive French things at home, but nothing woke me up like the black coffee filled with toxins only gas stations could provide.

I had also gotten a cup for Ike, even though I was still annoyed with him (and he still didn't know that I was annoyed at all). If I had gone anywhere else I wouldn't have gotten him anything, but we had a pact that said whenever one of us got gas station coffee before school, we had to get the other some. And even though he had pissed me off, I wasn't pissed off enough to cross that line. I wasn't a monster.

Rachel sprinted away from me (well, as much as she could sprint in her heeled boots that could have doubled as weapons) as soon as we reached the sidewalk. Not that I was complaining. With my training going on, I had been spending far too much time with my sister. I didn't care where she went as long as she went far away.

Ike was waiting for me at the front gates, as usual (our friendship included a lot of pacts like the coffee one and waiting for each other at the front gates was another one), looking far too cheery for so early in the morning. Obviously he had enjoyed his night's sleep. I didn't smile at him and instead just handed him his coffee as I brushed past him and into the school. He followed me, his cheery expression quickly turning into a worried one. Stupid empathetic bastard.

"Dude, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure? Cause you look like you have your grumpy pants on."

"Whatever pants I'm wearing is none of your business," I said, reaching my locker. Unfortunately, Ike already had everything he needed and didn't leave. He just kept watching me like a kicked puppy.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Jeez, there's no reason to act like my girlfriend. We're not going steady, Ike, there's no need to be so dramatic."

"Come on, Matt," he said. "We both know that you're pissy about something."

I slammed my locker shut. "Yes, in fact I am pissy about something."

"Well, what is it?"

"You left me hanging last night. Almost literally, actually." I turned away from him and started to stalk down the hall. Sure, he was going to the same class as me but I could at least act like I didn't know him.

He caught up with me just before I walked into the classroom. "Wait, how could I leave you hanging? Did you call me or something? I didn't get any calls..."

"Nope, I didn't call."

"Then what?"

"I came to your house, moron," I said.

He looked even more hurt, it was pathetic. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Matt. I feel like such a jerk."

"Don't even. I'm okay, everything's okay, all right?"

"It doesn't sound all right..."

We were both in our seats now, which were across the aisle from each other (that's the thing about having classes with your best friend, you can never get rid of them if you're mad). I was facing the front, like class had already started, but Ike was turned sideways in his chair like we were actually having a conversation.

"I really am sorry, Matt," he said. "You must've gone through so much trouble to sneak out and to steal your mom's car and I didn't even wake up. And you said that I almost literally left you hanging. Did you fall out of the tree?"

Screw this guy and his insight.

I know, I know, it wasn't exactly true when he said that I had snuck out and stolen my mom's car. But I had gone through a lot of trouble! And it wasn't like I could tell him what I had really done to get there in the middle of class. Whatever he wanted to believe worked for me. This was not the time for the big reveal.

"Gee, you're a genius. Yes, I did fall out of the tree."

"That sucks, dude. I am sorry," he said.

"Don't worry about it."

"Please just officially accept my apology. Then I know that you're not mad at me anymore."

"Fine, whatever. I forgive you and I accept your apology."

This, rather weak, apology seemed to appease him. He turned back to the front of the room. Everyone else in our class had made their way into the room and we were distracted for a minute while everyone said hello and everything. But eventually everyone went to their own seats and Ike turned back to face me.

"So what did you want to talk to me about anyway?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You came to my house in the middle of the night, I assume you had some sort of reason for that. So what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh, nothing." It was nowhere near nothing but, again, I couldn't exactly tell him now. So I just had to lie my ass off until he dropped the subject. Someday, hopefully soon, when the time was right, I would tell him everything. But revealing my secret in the middle of our peers was not ideal.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," I said.

He could totally tell that I was lying but he was smart enough to know not to question me. That is the upside to having such a caring and compassionate friend. The kid does know me very well, he always has. Know that I'm thinking about it, I think this is the perfect opportunity for a little story time. I mean, Ike is such an important part of this story so you should know how I met him. It's not exactly a thrilling story but I don't really care so listen up (or just skip this section if you get too bored).

I met Ike my first day of freshman year. Actually, I met him during my first period of my first day of my freshman year. So basically it was the beginning of everything. He was sitting across the room from me and I didn't even notice him until our teacher started calling roll. It was the normal roll call thing until she reached Ike's name. As everyone would know, a teacher pausing at your name during a roll call is never a good thing, especially since it was our freshman year of high school.

Anyway, so our teacher paused at his name and asked him if he was related to Hillary and Michelle. He said yes, they were his older sisters, and her face completely lit up. She told us all that she had had Ike's older sisters in her class when they were each in her AP Literature class (the English class you take senior year at our school) and that she had loved them. Then, to top it all off, she asked Ike if he was planning to be valedictorian like each of his sisters were! Everyone turned around and stared at him like he was some kind of brilliant circus freak. I felt so bad for him. His whole face was red and he looked like he wanted to die, which I understood. I mean, what a way to start off your high school career.

Since I felt so bad for Ike and had nothing to lose (yet), I decided to try to save him. I raised my hand and asked some kind of stupid question, I don't remember what, and distracted our teacher. She knew what I was doing and wasn't too happy about it but it worked either way. I didn't really care what that teacher thought of me, even though she has hated me ever since. None of that really matters because it all worked out in the end. Sure, that teacher hates me but by doing that I earned Ike's respect and friendship. That's all that matters.

Okay, storytime over. Now you have a whole new insight into my friendship with Ike. Or none of this gave you any insight and you're just where you were before. Either way, I don't really care.

Wait, scratch that, there is one important thing about that story. As in, there's one important thing about that story that affects this bigger story that I'm telling you right now. Because at this point in the story (the bigger story, not my "how I met Ike" story), Ike and I are sitting in class (specifically, our English class) waiting for our teacher, who's still sitting at her desk, to begin. Now think about the teacher that humiliated Ike. She was an ENGLISH teacher. Do you get it? The teacher who did that horrible thing to Ike? Miss Fetzer, the teacher whose class we were in at that moment.

For some reason she decided to torture us farther and teach us both our freshman and senior years. And don't let the fact that Miss Fetzer is a "Miss" make you think like she's some kind of young hottie, that chick is OLD. She's also a complete bitch (believe me, this isn't just bias on my part). There is only one student she likes is stupid Lena. Shockingly, no one likes Lena.

It's hard to describe why I don't like Lena. Actually, it's not that hard. She's stuck up, pretentious, mean, stubborn, annoying, and any other mean word you can think of. She's been around and in my life forever, I think since kindergarten. I don't know for sure but I do know that she's been around and ruining my life for as long as I can remember. Out of respect for my peers (my dealing with Lena would end with a lot of blood), I stayed away from her as much as I could. As you will learn later, this wouldn't work out very well. But at the time I did my best to steer clear of her, even if she was in the same room.

Anyway, Lena was a perfect example of how sucky my school life was. Sure, I had Ike and some other friends but things overall weren't so good. My life was just a series of never ending classes and study sessions. In fact, the only reason my life ever changed was because I got my powers. It's all very sad, really, looking back on it now. But that's the way high school is I guess.

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