"You wanted a bad guy? Fine, I'll be the bad guy."
Continuing on her vigilante career, Charlie's had a decent two years, that it until it gets interrupted by evil titans, old mentors, theatrical lairs, and her growing feelings for her now-friend Pet...
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Cold seeped under my skin and into my bones. It was like glass was put over the world and I stared glazed over the near-empty opera house, aside from a few old people it was just my classmates.
"Hey, you okay?" Peter's face pinched in concern, his hand on my arm.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I looked at his chocolate brown eyes and familiar face. With as much apathy as possible, I said. "You have a mission to get to." He nodded and let go of my arm. Before he could leave, I hugged him, tightly. Inhaling his sweet cologne, I felt so small. "Don't fuck it up."
"I'll try not to." He squeezed my waist.
We both pulled away and his eyes focused on something behind me. I turned around to see Ned shift from flailing about and smiling to being very interested in a wall.
Peter forced a smile. "See you after it's over."
A bitter taste stung my tongue. "I'll save a seat for you."
I watched as he walked away, a mix of worry and a mix of admiration. The white button-up and black slacks were perfectly fitted on him... like perfectly.
"Could you at least try to be subtle?" A voice asked with contempt.
Jonathan wore a tired expression and an overtly expensive suit. Curled and gelled to a smooth shine, his hair was something of envy.
"Here I was hoping you became mute." I crossed my arms, matching his expression. "What are you talking about?"
He cocked his head to one side and made a scoffing laugh. "You're an idiot."
"I got us the glasses." Flash came up around Jonathan's elbow with the stupidly overpriced glasses that I couldn't understand why we needed since we were basically front row and there was absolutely nothing in opera that needed to be seen up close.
A bright smile landed on Jonathan's lips and he patted his friend's back. "Save me a spot."
Flash nodded and continued on his trek to the front with Jonathan's gaze still on him. I know everyone has their type, but seriously? Flash? Once he finally tore his attention off of him, I tilted my head to the side. "Could you at least try to be subtle?"
"Could you at least try to be subtle?" He mocked in a higher pitch voice.
"Could you at least try to be subtle?" I returned to the tone and he mimicked it. As we walked to the front seats I muttered. "Trust fund prick."
"Well-fare bitch." He whispered back, leaving to go take a seat next to Flash.
I plopped down next to MJ and she furrowed her brows. "What was that about?"
"Jonathan is just being an asshole." I shrugged, then glanced at her outfit. It was flowery, form-fitting, but a little old-looking. Her curly frizzy tresses were pinned in a half up and half down. "Nice dress."
