In this story Silver-Wolf is actually an 18 year old college freshman, and not Titanium titan.
Basically I was too lazy to come up with an OC.
Everything in this story is true about my feelings unexpressed for a boy I like.
Anita's POV
Silver-Wolf and I have known each other for a long time now, so long that I've developed a small crush on him. We used to carpool together, elementary school through high school, until he got his drivers license; then we kind of went our separate ways. He always told the funniest jokes and he was the very first boy to make me laugh. Whenever I tried to get his attention, or tell a joke, he always looked at me like I was an idiot, or just looked right through me. He always joked with my twin sister, Nikita. For some reason my father liked Silver-Wolf a lot better than that El Tigre kid Frida always hung out with, even though he was a villain.
One night my sister and I were having a discussion, in our room (yes, we share a room), about bagging the Titanium Titan for the billionth time when silver wolf swings in, on his glowing red whip, and starts talking, to my sister, about stealing some rare jewel. I immediately ask to come but both look at me like I'm some kind of weirdo. How come every time he looks at me like that, it feels like someone just karate kicked me in the stomach? I secretly tuck that feeling away and keep a straight face. Whenever a feeling like this comes up I always head to our basement and release it on the punching bag.
Why did he hate me so much?
Tears trailed down my face as I pummeled the bag knocking out sand.
Why is my sister the only thing he sees?
My knuckles start to bleed, but I could care less.
What does he see in her that he doesn't in me?
I start to scratch, and kick the bag in pure rage, tears rolling down my cheek like a roaring waterfall. I was going to become a fully fledged police chief next week, Isn't that impressive enough? I didn't care if he was the hottest boy in school; I liked him for who he was, and not what he looked like.
I stopped attacking the bag and realized just how bruised I looked. Luckily my junior police uniform had long sleeves or dad might start asking questions. I always bruised much more easily than Nikita.
Why was I always the weird one?
I turn around and look out the tiny window, at the back of the basement, at the sound of an engine roaring to life and I see my sister and Silver-Wolf getting into his newly tricked out monster truck. They drive off purposefully crushing several cars and a boat as they set off for their 5th date. I turn around in pain; I can't stand to look at them anymore, it just hurts too much. I can't tell him how I feel; I can't even face my sister.
What am I supposed to do now?
I am happy for him and my sister. No matter how much of a pest she can be, we are familia, and familia sticks together. No matter my strong feelings for Silver-Wolf, I will support their relationship even if it kills me. THIS I SWEAR…
I quickly clap a hand to my mouth in surprise.
Did I just think that?
Ha I've been around Frida too long!
I smile to myself as I wipe the tears from my bloodshot eyes and walk back upstairs to bandage my bloody knuckles (which have pretty much dried by now).
This is a true story about me and my twin sister.
