The Superhero's Son (Book 1): The Superhero's Test Read Free

there,” said Robert, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “Remember? It was just five minutes ago.”
    I nodded, albeit slowly. “Yes, I do, but I apologized.”
    “I don't care,” said Robert. “I don't accept apologies. I think you were intentionally trying to piss me off.”
    “Why?” I said. “I just got here. I don't even know you. Why would I go out of my way to make you angry?”
    “I don't know why, but I think you did,” said Robert. “But I'm willing to overlook it if you would give me your lunch every day for the next week.”
    “What?” I said, not bothering to hide the indignation in my voice. “You want me to give you my lunch for all of next week?”
    “Yes,” said Robert. “If you do that, I might be able to overlook such stupid behavior from a kid as green as yourself.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “A kid? We're probably the same age.”
    “Shut up,” Robert growled. “I know what I said.”
    I didn't think he did, but I decided not to say anything that could escalate the situation, although that was hard because my temper was starting to rise. Mom always told me that I should control my temper, but it was always hard to do whenever I was talking with a bully like Robert.
    Still, I managed to say, in a calm voice, “What will happen if I say no?”
    “Then I'll just beat you up and take your lunch,” said Robert. “Every day for the next week, I'll give you a progressively worse beating and then take your lunch.”
    “What the hell?” I said. I stopped myself quickly, taking a few deep breaths to control my temper, and then said more calmly, “What? That's not a fair choice. Either way, you get my lunch every day for the next week.”
    Robert smiled, a psychotic smile that I wanted to wipe off his face. “And? Why should I care? You're the new kid around here. That means you don't get a choice about what we choose to put you through.”
    My hands balled into fists, but I shoved them into my hoodie. But that did nothing to cool the anger boiling within me.
    I looked at Malcolm and Tara. “Guys, is he for real? Tell me this is some kind of elaborate prank.”
    Unfortunately, Malcolm and Tara seemed to be trying to turn invisible, because Malcolm was looking at his food as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, while Tara had brought her smartphone even closer to her face. I would have considered this a betrayal, but neither of them were really my friends, so maybe I should have seen that coming.
    Regardless, I looked at Robert again, who was still smirking at me. He put his hands on his hips and said, “All right, new kid, what will it be? Give up your lunch for a week or receive a beating from me and still lose your lunch for a week?”
    My hands shook. I was starting to fantasize about knocking Robert out in one blow, but I kept myself from doing something I'd regret.
    But neither was I going to stand here and take it. So I said, “Sorry, Robert, but looks like you're going to have to get your own lunch this—”
    I didn't even see it coming. Robert's fist smashed into my abdomen, knocking the air out of me. I gasped in pain and fell down onto my seat at the table, causing Malcolm and even Tara to look at me in surprise.
    Wrapping my hands over my stomach, I looked up at Robert, who was now holding his fist up like he was going to mash my head in.
    “You just had to make things difficult, didn't you, new kid?” said Robert. He snorted. “Oh, well. It's been a while since I've gotten to beat a new kid. Most new kids don't have the balls to say no to me.”
    Damn, Robert hit hard . He really was as strong as he looked. Yet I didn't let the pain make me cower. Instead, it made me angrier than ever. My anger rose within me like a geyser and I was just about ready to blow.
    Robert swung another fist at me, this time aiming for my head, but I caught his fist with my hand. I expected it to be hard to hold back, but to my surprise, I held back Robert's fist with