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As promised, dad drove us to school a few hours later. I expected him to say he was going to go job hunting, but instead he parked by the school and came in with us. It was a little awkward until Van and I were able to retreat away at the sound of the bell. I didn't know why he came in with us, but didn't bother to ask – he had been acting weird anyways, so I doubted he'd even give me an honest answer.
On my way to class, I ran into the Goth kids, back together – except missing Michael, which I was both worried and thankful for. I didn't talk to him since the kiss – it wasn't even a real kiss but it was still a kiss and it worried me to no end. I couldn't believe I did something so reckless and stupid.
"Um, hey, guys," I said, awkwardly, hoping they didn't know what happened.
I could tell by Henrietta's face – and Wendy's comment from the other day in the bathroom – that she seemed to have a clue. The boys, however, were just down and out, as per usual.
"Oh, hey, Emma," Pete said, rolling his eyes. He did that a lot – it wasn't really to be offensive, more a sign of distress.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Michael's not replying to our messages," Firkle said.
"Yeah, and when he did answer the phone that one time, he sounded fucking emo," Henrietta included.
"Yeah," Pete's hair flipped out of his eyes, only to retreat back into his eyes. "It's annoying."
"Oh," I said, not wanting to say anything else.
It was silent for a moment, before a look struck on Henrietta's face, "You know something we don't know, don't you?"
"No, erm," I began, trying to walk away.
"Yeah, what's going on?" Pete asked.
Before they could continue to question me, the bell rang and I retreated to class. I was a few minutes late and had to sit in the back beside Tweek.
"Hey," I sighed, whispering as I sat.
"Hey," He wasn't good at whispering and Mr. Garrison glared our way.
"Tweek, Emma, quiet the hell down back there, I'm trying to teach a class!"
"Sorry, Mr. Garrison," I muttered, on Tweek's behalf due to the fact that he seemed stunned and already too hyped up for the day. I wondered if dad was right – would Tweek actually grow up to become a musician? Or was he just trying to make me feel better?
I hoped he would, but doubted his parents would support him in any endeavor that didn't involve coffee.
Class droned on. I ignored Eric's ever so insightful comments and the snickering coming from some of the boys. I didn't want to leave, but at the same time I couldn't wait. I needed a fresh start so desperately – even if I was returning back to the hell hole of the east coast again with all the preppy rich girls. I needed a place where I was accepted by more than the class spazz. My emotions felt so conflicted, that it made me dizzy and eventually, I fell asleep, my head resting on my hand.
I awoke at the ding of the bell, gathered my books, and was almost out the door when I ran into Kyle.
"Oh, hey, Kyle – what's up?"
"Nothing much, listen. I didn't want to get you involved but Cart– the Coon, told me to tell you to come down to our base tonight. It's, um, in his basement – Cartman's, I mean. He said he might be able to help you with your Mysterion problem."
"Oh? Do you know who that is?" I asked.
"It's technically Kenny, but Kenny's been acting out recently whenever he gets into character. It's kind of weird, but I think we might have to find a way to abandon our aliases so he'll stop pestering you. He used to just help the town, but now he's taking it too far."
I nodded, "Okay, I mean, I don't know how I can help," or how long I'll be here, "but, I'll be there, Kyle."
I was about to leave when he stopped me again.
"Oh, Em, um," He blushed. "Your hair looks… nice… today."
He walked off before I could, leaving me blushing and confused.
"What was that about?" Wendy asked.
"What?" I asked, a bit more panicked than I should have.
She didn't say anything, just waiting.
"Oh, I guess I'm joining their superhero game – apparently, we have to take down Mysterion, who is also Kenny, who is also their friend – but they want to take him down. I don't exactly get it, but I can pretend to."
"Boys will be boys – but, you are blushing," Wendy giggled. "If you like him, just tell him."
And then, as Kyle did, she left me, but nobody came after her. I just stood outside the classroom, confused and contemplating. I kissed a boy and he ran – I get complimented by another boy, and I blush, but… did I really want either of them? Or was I just experimenting? What was happening to me? And, better yet – would I have to be a superhero. I wasn't super and I wasn't really a hero. I didn't know how I got myself into such a mess by simply existing, but I hoped I'd find an escape – maybe New York. Leaving was starting to look brighter and brighter every day, but then again… dad did seem confident that we could stay…. Only time would tell.