The Bad Boy's Secret |Complete|

Ꮚ Chapter 12 Ꮚ

Ꮚ Chapter 12 Ꮚ

     I felt the weight grow stronger as I picked it up. My breath became short and I tightened my grip, making sure I wouldn't lose control over the heaviness. I was sweating and worn out as I continued to repeat this.

     "Eighty-seven!" They yelled, counting the number of times I have been lifting these weights. "Eighty-nine!"

     Being a superhuman meant exactly what you thought. I was just like you, human unless you're not human because then this would really awkward. I don't know about you but I think it's pretty awkward. But just like Jenna's annoying mom once snobbishly said, "A situation is only awkward if you make it awkward." If you didn't read that in an obnoxious and mocking like tone, I don't even know why you are still reading this. Get out! That's right if you can't handle the amazingness that is me you can't handle to know what I'm about to say. I'll let you know one thing, though.

     It will knock your socks off and if you're not wearing any socks ..... your feet must be really cold.

     So now that we have finally got rid of the losers who don't know how to be normal we can move on and get to the exciting part. The part where I finally tell you what is happening. We previously established that I am inexperienced and need training. But that was putting it lightly. I was in desperate need of some sort of control because well I was a superhuman and I needed to do something about the super part.

     "Hundred," they started to get even more excited if that was possible. Kyle was jumping up and down next to a very stern looking man. The dude had his arms over his chest and was buff. I suppressed a chuckle when Kyle began slapping him and yelling in an enthusiastic manner. "Hundred and one!"

     "I'm done," I said and left it on the floor.

     "You probably could have kept going," Kyle replied loudly, being cocky for me like he was trying to prove a point to every person that was watching us in the gym.

     "Sure," I shook my head. Probably not, though. "So, how is this helping me?"

     Kyle ignored my question and walked to the boxing arena. My eyebrows were furrowed when I noticed a bunch of people with wrinkles. Meaning they were all old. Why is there a fighting section for old people in a gym?

     "In order to gain experience, you must get assistance from people who have experienced the wonders of life," Kyle explained himself and dramatically let himself in.

     Kyle never seemed to fit in anywhere and I found it quite amusing. Just a moment ago he appeared like a scrawny kid around tough and aggressive looking people and now he looked like a young boy who was aimlessly trying to find his way through an old's people reunion.

     "How are old people supposed to help me get control?" I whispered.

     I didn't think anyone heard me but it appeared as if someone had a pretty good sense of hearing, "You think just because I'm old I can't fight?"

     I looked up at a very muscular and elderly man. "Your words not mine."

     "Let's take this up to the court," he sneered and roughly walked into me.

     "Um..." What did I just get myself into? I tilted my head, evident confusion expressed upon my face. Kyle smiled gleefully and gave me a thumbs up.

     I suddenly began panicking. I couldn't fight an old man. What if I hurt him? Like, I'm not trying to be egotistical even though I have a reason to be but I'm sure that I'm stronger than him. Alright, I'll just let him win. That' so lame. Losing to a guy that's like a century older than you. Priorities, Lucas, priorities. You need to be a good human, a good superhuman. Haha, I'm freaking hilarious, but this is for real, stop being funny! Sigh. Ugh!