down to a butt as we walk away.
I forget to breathe until I can no longer see him. "I don't trust him," I say, pulling my arm away from Sunny's hold. "I bet he's going to rat on us."
"He won't," Sunny says. "I've got some stuff on him that he doesn't want people to know."
"Like what?"
"Like the fact he's got a thing for you."
"Wh--wha--WHAT?" I yelp. "Ewwww! I feel dirty--you're SO lying," I accuse him. "Jack hates me! Almost as much as I hate him! Ew, I feel sick--I think I'm going to throw up," I say, looking for a bush. "You're lying. Please tell me you're lying."
"Fine, I'm lying," he says.
I look at him sharply, knowing that tone, but I don't want to push it. Seriously, I really do feel sick to my stomach at the idea of Jack liking me. Whether Sunny's lying about him liking me, or lying about lying, I don't really want to know. I just want to get to the Hall--no, I don't even want to go there, I just want this over. Sadly, that's not going to happen.
We walk on, heading down the middle of an empty street, not saying anything for a long time. We have to go to the city--which is a good three hour's walk from here. "Think we can afford to take the bus?" I ask.
"Not if we want to eat tomorrow."
"But a bus fare's, what, a couple of bucks?"
"So is a cheeseburger."
"Oh."
The only sound is out feet on the concrete. A chill presses against my skin and I shove my fists deeper into my pockets. "What kind of trouble?" I ask suddenly.
"What?"
"Jack said that running away like this is how girls like me get into a lot of trouble. What kind of trouble?"
"Probably stuff we don't wanna know about."
"Yeah. But how does he know about it?"
"I think Jack's been in a lot of homes," Sunny says with a shrug. "He's probably heard a ton of horror stories." The highway is looming in the distance. The easiest way to get downtown is to go on the highway, but I guess it's also the easiest way to get killed.
"I wish we could fly," I say, trudging on. It looks like we’re going to have to travel through the woods alongside the highway--
"It's a nice ability to have."
CHAPTER TWO
That--that wasn't Sunny that said that. You heard it, right? I'm not just imagining things--but Sunny's looking up now and I'm almost afraid to do the same because of his expression.
"Now why are you two heading for the highway?" the male asks as I slowly force myself to look up. Yeah, it's not Sunny talking. It's not Technico, either (just in case you were wondering.) There, floating above our head as if he's lounging on a lay-z-boy, is most definitely Maximum. He's got a big gulp slushee in his hand and is taking a long drag off the straw even as I stare at him. "Wow, you are majorly cute," he says to me.
Forgive me if I don't think it's a good thing that a super villain compliments me. No, I'm not blushing. Seriously, that's not a blush! Okay... maybe its a little blush. So sue me, he's kind of cute even with a mask on! I bet, like, the biggest super villain in history was kind of cute, too. I glare at him to try and cover up how flustered I feel. This is the bad guy. The guy that ran us out of our home--
Okay, maybe not entirely a bad thing.
But still! He held the entire super bowl ransom. He is NOT someone I want to be messing with. And he's totally in my face now. Yes, while I was trying not to blush he was landing in front of me and--
"You're kind of short, aren't you?" I blurt out.
Wait... did I seriously just ask him that? He's staring at me like I did. Okay, if I wasn't blushing before, I am now. Like, so bright that I'm probably showing up in the dark.
"I'm five eight," he says. "And does it really matter how tall you are when you can fly?"
"What do you want with us?" Sunny asks, grabbing my arm and hauling me back, because clearly I am too stupid to know when to keep my mouth shut. No, that wasn't sarcasm. I meant it. Really, what kind
I forget to breathe until I can no longer see him. "I don't trust him," I say, pulling my arm away from Sunny's hold. "I bet he's going to rat on us."
"He won't," Sunny says. "I've got some stuff on him that he doesn't want people to know."
"Like what?"
"Like the fact he's got a thing for you."
"Wh--wha--WHAT?" I yelp. "Ewwww! I feel dirty--you're SO lying," I accuse him. "Jack hates me! Almost as much as I hate him! Ew, I feel sick--I think I'm going to throw up," I say, looking for a bush. "You're lying. Please tell me you're lying."
"Fine, I'm lying," he says.
I look at him sharply, knowing that tone, but I don't want to push it. Seriously, I really do feel sick to my stomach at the idea of Jack liking me. Whether Sunny's lying about him liking me, or lying about lying, I don't really want to know. I just want to get to the Hall--no, I don't even want to go there, I just want this over. Sadly, that's not going to happen.
We walk on, heading down the middle of an empty street, not saying anything for a long time. We have to go to the city--which is a good three hour's walk from here. "Think we can afford to take the bus?" I ask.
"Not if we want to eat tomorrow."
"But a bus fare's, what, a couple of bucks?"
"So is a cheeseburger."
"Oh."
The only sound is out feet on the concrete. A chill presses against my skin and I shove my fists deeper into my pockets. "What kind of trouble?" I ask suddenly.
"What?"
"Jack said that running away like this is how girls like me get into a lot of trouble. What kind of trouble?"
"Probably stuff we don't wanna know about."
"Yeah. But how does he know about it?"
"I think Jack's been in a lot of homes," Sunny says with a shrug. "He's probably heard a ton of horror stories." The highway is looming in the distance. The easiest way to get downtown is to go on the highway, but I guess it's also the easiest way to get killed.
"I wish we could fly," I say, trudging on. It looks like we’re going to have to travel through the woods alongside the highway--
"It's a nice ability to have."
CHAPTER TWO
That--that wasn't Sunny that said that. You heard it, right? I'm not just imagining things--but Sunny's looking up now and I'm almost afraid to do the same because of his expression.
"Now why are you two heading for the highway?" the male asks as I slowly force myself to look up. Yeah, it's not Sunny talking. It's not Technico, either (just in case you were wondering.) There, floating above our head as if he's lounging on a lay-z-boy, is most definitely Maximum. He's got a big gulp slushee in his hand and is taking a long drag off the straw even as I stare at him. "Wow, you are majorly cute," he says to me.
Forgive me if I don't think it's a good thing that a super villain compliments me. No, I'm not blushing. Seriously, that's not a blush! Okay... maybe its a little blush. So sue me, he's kind of cute even with a mask on! I bet, like, the biggest super villain in history was kind of cute, too. I glare at him to try and cover up how flustered I feel. This is the bad guy. The guy that ran us out of our home--
Okay, maybe not entirely a bad thing.
But still! He held the entire super bowl ransom. He is NOT someone I want to be messing with. And he's totally in my face now. Yes, while I was trying not to blush he was landing in front of me and--
"You're kind of short, aren't you?" I blurt out.
Wait... did I seriously just ask him that? He's staring at me like I did. Okay, if I wasn't blushing before, I am now. Like, so bright that I'm probably showing up in the dark.
"I'm five eight," he says. "And does it really matter how tall you are when you can fly?"
"What do you want with us?" Sunny asks, grabbing my arm and hauling me back, because clearly I am too stupid to know when to keep my mouth shut. No, that wasn't sarcasm. I meant it. Really, what kind
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