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Short Snippet Saturday #6

Wow, up to six already? Crazy. Anyways, this is another one from Super Ordinary. The end of chapter two, right where last week ended. If you want to read the beginning of chapter two, click here.
Let me know what you guys think! Enjoy!

He must have jumped ten feet. “Shit, didn’t you ever hear of knocking?”
            “Well, excuse me, what fun is that?” I asked. “Who you yelling at?” I asked, noticing that there was no one there besides him.
            “What?” He shook his head. “No one.”
            “Uh, you were most certainly yelling at someone. Yourself?”
            “Is it any of your business?” he asked.
            Ouch. Talk about touchy.
            “Sorry,” I said, waving my hands up in mock surrender.            
            “What do you want anyways?” he asked. He was standing in the middle of the room. It was hard to imagine anyone living there. It was too tidy, especially for a teenage boy, which was what I was guess cranky boy was.
            “Just curious as to what your superhero is? Since you live in a superhero community.”
            “Does that just automatically mean I have to have superpowers?” he asked.
            “Woah, sorry!” I cried. “I just thought that-”
            “You just thought that I’d have superpowers because I live here. And yeah, I do. Super strength.”
            Really?  I could actually picture him with super strength. He was built big, but at a height of five foot one, I considered everyone big.
            He had wide shoulders, but not wide to where he was bulky. I could totally picture him ramming a wall down.
            “Super strength? That’s pretty cool.”
            “Yeah, cool enough to get me in this place. I swear, someday I’m busting out of this place.”
            “Love it here that much, huh?”
            “Trust me, if you came from where I did, you’d hate it here too.”
            “Uh, try me. I’ve lived on the streets for the past year, almost year and a half. I’ve got no one and nothing except for the clothes on my back.”
            “Oh.”
            That’s what I thought. He started to pick up his stuff, I guess in an attempt to make his place look nice for me. He tossed a book onto the desk across from his bed.
            “Yeah.”
            “Do you want to sit down or something?” he asked.
            It was almost unnerving how fast he’d gone from being mad as hell to an awkward host.
            “No, I’m fine. This is all just weird. I mean superheroes? You guys are supposed to be an urban legend or something like that.”
            “Yeah, sorry to disappoint you.” He shoved the chair into the desk and a book fell off. “Damn,” he whispered.
            I laughed. “You seem to have an abundant supply of four letter words there, huh?”
            He just glared at me, probably wishing I was a boy so he could beat me up for my smart ass comment. “Maybe,” he said, the glare replaced with a shy grin.
            I laughed. “You’re a funny one, you know that?”
            “Thanks. You’ve got some good lines up your sleeve too.”
            I smiled. “Short funny girl at your service.”
            “Do you want something to drink?” He opened his refrigerator.
            “I’ll have some water, I guess.”
            He pulled out a bottle and handed it to me. “So, why were you in that closet?” he asked.
            “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” I cried. It was annoying. It was none of their business what I was doing in a closet.
            In all honesty, it wasn’t the fact that it wasn’t their business, it was the fact I was embarrassed about being caught there. Those guys had made a fool out of me and I didn’t want to admit it. I had an ego to keep up.
            “Woah, sorry,” he said.
            “Whatever.” I turned around to walk out. “Later,” I said, walking out the door.
            “Hey, wait!” he called.
            I turned around. “What?”
            He leaned against his door. “I’m Rob.”
            I stood there, totally stunned for a moment. “What?”
            “My name…. My name is Rob,” he said.
            “Oh, yeah, right. Sorry. I’m Lani.”
            “Lani, huh? That’s not a name you here often.”
            I felt the anger begin to build up. The resentment against my mother for giving me a name from a superhero story began to bubble up. “You got a problem with that?” I asked, fists clenched up in balls.
            “What? No. I think it’s kind of….”
            “Kind of what?”
            “Well, kind of cute.”
            My heart did a little flip flop in my chest. Cute? He thought my name was cute? “Uh, thanks,” I said, trying not to show just how excited I was by the comment. I mean, no one had ever thought my name was cute. Or that I was cute.
            He shrugged, like it was no big deal. It might not have been for him, but it was for me.
            “So….” I said. The only people I ever talked to were people I was planning to rob, or…. Rob.
            I’d never look at it the same way again. Never.
            Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t in love with the guy, not by a long shot, he was cranky and yelled at people who didn’t exist, but he’d made an impression on me.
            And it wasn’t really a bad one.
            “I probably ought to go,” I said. I turned around, walking away.
            I almost dared him to say something, but all he said was “okay, I’ll see ya’ later.”
            I sighed. Really? That’s all he could do? Wow…. Another typical guy.
            I went back down to the first floor and walked around. Besides cranky boy and Will, I didn’t really know anyone. I wasn’t one to make friends, everyone here was an enemy to me. Everyone had the ability of being my worst nightmare. It was only a matter of time before they’d figure out that I was involved in the robbery.
            Then I’d really be in trouble. I mean, I was in a building with a bunch of superheroes. And I was just… well…
            Super ordinary.
            “Lani!” I turned around to see Will running towards me. He probably would have just flown if it was anyone else.
            “Yeah?” I asked.
            “I was wondering if you wanted to see where you’re sleeping tonight. It’s way up on the third floor, but there’s only one other person living on the third floor-”
            “Rob?”
            “Oh, yeah. So you’ve met him?”
            “Yeah, he was the one who found me in the closet. And the one who brought me to your room.”
            “Yeah, well, try to avoid him. He’s strange. Doesn’t really talk to anyone. If you’ve got any questions, just ask me. Okay?” he asked.
            If I’d known any better, I was pretty sure he was trying to flirt with me, but I couldn’t be positive. “Sure,” I said softly. What else was I supposed to say? “Why do you think Rob is strange?” I asked.
            His face twisted up and I instantly regretted asking him. “He’s a loner. He hates everyone, has a real temper problem too. Stay away from him.”
            “Uh, okay….”
            “Sides, he’s a looser, you won’t have any fun with him. I’ll take you up to your room and make sure he doesn’t try to hurt you.” He draped an arm around my shoulder and I felt myself start to panic.
            He turned me around to direct me back upstairs. We went up to the third floor and walked past Rob’s room. He saw us through the window, and looked….well…
            Hurt.
            I don’t know what it was, but something made me want to go in there and comfort him.
            I rolled my eyes at him asking him who Will thought he was…. But he didn’t get the message.
            Instead he stalked off out of the view of the window.
            Will lead me to the door next to Rob’s. He unlocked the door and almost shoved me in, “This will be your room. You’ve got basically everything you could possibly need, except for me, but I’m just two floors down. I’ll give you some time to get settled. Later.” He winked on his way out, and I fought every urge to shiver in disgust.
            He closed the door and I was left in utter silence. I didn’t know what to do. Most people would probably unpack their stuff, but I didn’t have anything. Except for the water bottle Rob had given me.
            I sat down on the bed cautiously. I hated beds. I hadn’t slept in one in over a year. They were pointless.
            What was I going to do? There was a TV across from the bed so I turned it on. It was the news, talking about the robbery at the government building.
            They had plastered the pictures of all the guys involved, they’d been identified through finger prints and photo recognition.
            No mention of me. They probably just thought I was a by-stander, and a victim. If the superheroes really did work for the leaders, they’d have told them about me and there’d be no reason to look for me. 
            So, maybe I was safe. At least for now. But, if they caught the guys, they’d rat me out and the leaders would know exactly where to pick up their last little criminal. She was sitting right in their lap.
            I had to get out.
            I couldn’t afford to stay there any longer. I just couldn’t.
            I turned around, walked to the door and yanked it open.
            I marched over and didn’t bother with knocking. “How do I get out of here?” I asked as I shoved his door open.
            “What?” he asked. “And you know, most people would knock on the door.”
            “That’s not the point. The point is I’m getting out of here. You can either help me and escape, or not and stay here the rest of your life.”
            “You’re crazy, you know that?”

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