Wally's POV
The entire high school system irks me. I suppose it does pick on the guy who moonlights as a superhero. Wally! Where's your assignment? What am I supposed to say? My friend's sentient sphere rolled over it. Or...It was eaten by a Kobra venom enhanced wolf from Northern India. Or...I couldn't complete it because I was almost crushed by a superpower copying robot. Can you imagine the response? Mostly it ends up scaled down to...I don't know...I was doing errands for my mom (which nobody believes). Were it not for the fact that I could probably teach sophomore science I'd definitely have quite a few teachers on my case. At school I tend to keep to myself, not that I really have any choice in the matter. I've disappeared so often in recent years (for missions and hero work) that I'm practically invisible now. I'm content with the excitement I get when I'm on duty. I wouldn't have it any other way. It would cause me a lot of troubles were it any other way.
Still Wally's POV
In my opinion, corners are the greatest of all indoor pedestrian hazards. Corners cause sudden, and violent, collisions. You just walk around the corner and BAM. You've whacked into another student.
"Ow." It was a girl.
"Ow is right." I offered her a hand. She took it. I lifted her from the floor.
"I hate it when that happens." She said while she brushed herself off.
"Is this a regular occurrence for you?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I have a habit of not watching where I'm going." She admitted, red faced.
"The corridors must be quite dangerous with you around." I joked.
"Believe it or not, I'm very coordinated outside of school. At school I have the worst luck."
"I know what that's like, my condolences..." I realised I didn't know her name. She was in my year and quite a few of my classes. I'd seen her around quite a bit, but I didn't know her name.
"I'm Nicole...Nicole Koppersoli."
"Ka-per-sa-lee...Interesting name...I'm Wally...Wally West." I tried to copy the way she had pronounced her last name...goodness knows how it's spelt.
"Very boring name you've got there." I laughed at her statement.
"Um yeah...I suppose."
"I hate to leave this entertaining commiseration, but I have to go meet my friends. See ya Wally." I stood there for a second or two before realising I too had somewhere to be...the cafeteria.
Nicole Koppersoli's (Ka-per-sa-lee) POV
I made my way to the cafeteria to meet my friends. I spotted them quickly.
"Hey guys." I sat down. Laurel had already gotten me my lunch. "Thanks Laurel." I looked around the cafeteria and noticed that Wally was moving towards a nearly empty table. He sat at the opposite end to the people who already occupied the table. They didn't even look up. He seemed nice enough and funny too...Why didn't he have anyone to sit with?
"You're staring... What's your deal?" My other friend Mel shoved me. I didn't flinch. I was too deep in thought.
"I'm curious about that Wally guy. I met him in the corridor. Do any of you guys know anything about him?"
"Well, like us, he's a sophomore...aside from that, not much. He seems really shy and kind of clumsy." Mel offered.
"He's just kind of reclusive that's all."
"The guy blends into the wallpaper. I don't see why you're so interested in him. He's boring, nothing but a science geek." Mel leaned back in her chair.
"There'll be more to him than science."
"I reckon he's gay." She said blatantly.
"Gay?"
"Yeah, he's a social outcast with peculiar behaviour. It certainly adds up."
"Are you for real? Gay? You think he's gay?"
"Oh come on. He is totally gay. Have you ever even seen him with a girl?"
"Well...No, but he's not gay."
"You're just saying that because you like him." She taunted me.
"I do not."
"You...are in denial." Laurel chose to enter the conversation.
"I am not."
"Double denial."
"Eugh...you guys."
"You've got to want what you can't have." Mel said.
"...Can't have because he'd rather date a dude." Laurel echoed.
"You guys are so offensive...and he's not gay."
"Cough...GAY... Cough." Mel said.
"I wonder what he'd think of your assumptions."
"Gay." Laurel mumbled.
"Not...Gay." I said, still adamant.
"Prove...It." Mel answered.
"Fine, I will." I said stubbornly.
"This is going to be good." Mel rubbed her hands together in an ominous gesture.
"Shut up."
