"Jason!" said Slade.
A boy about sixteen walked in. He had surfer style dirty-blond hair and round gray eyes. He looked as if he worked out a lot, and wore a Slade uniform.
"Yes, boss?" asked the boy, obviously Jason, in a conceited tone.
"I have a job for you," said Slade.
"A job?" Jason cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes. Remember the girl we spied on at the mall?" asked Slade. Jason was beginning to annoy him. He knew he should have chosen a different orphan to be his apprentice.
"Which one: the redhead with stork legs or the midget blonde?" asked Jason.
"Nightstar, idiot," said Slade.
"Which one is that?" asked Jason. He sounded like a smart aleck.
"The redhead," explained Slade, trying not to scream at Jason. "The one who always helps her Mommy and Daddy kick the Sugar Honey Iced Tea out of me."
"What does Sugar Honey Iced Tea stand for? Oh, shit! I get it!" said Jason.
"I knew I should have left you to starve," said Slade.
"Why?" asked Jason. "I'm a good person. The redhead is HOT. Stork legs are hot. Then again, the blonde is hot, too. I've always loved midgets. What are their names?"
"Nightstar is really Nikki Grayson. Her friend is Madelyn Fisher. But so what? And why are you so obsessed with girls? They're our enemies, remember?" said Slade.
"I'm sixteen," said Jason. "My teenage brain isn't programmed to think about anything else. Why do you hate girls anyway? Are you coming out of the closet?"
"No," said Slade. "I hate girls because one shot my eye out and one tried to drown me in boiling lava."
"Dude, that's okay if you're gay. More girls for me," said Jason.
"I am not homosexual, Jason. I just think you focus too much on girls. Like when I showed you pictures of my enemies and you kept drooling over Starfire's picture," said Slade.
"But she's hot!" exclaimed Jason. "She's Nightstar's mom, right?"
"Yes," said Slade.
"Sexy," said Jason.
"You're hopeless," said Slade.
"I know," said Jason.
"I can't believe you're ditching me," said Ryan.
"I'm not ditching you," said Crystla. "Stop being such a drama queen. I'm hanging out with my friends."
"You're leaving me!" moaned Ryan. He collapsed on the bed.
"Shut up Ryan. I'm always with you. Ever notice that?" said Crystla. "It's just one night. Not even. I'll be back by 10:00."
"But this is important!" said Ryan. "It's a family dinner! They'll expect you to be there."
"Tell them I can't make it. I don't think your sister likes me very much anyway," said Crystla.
"Who? Ava or Nikki?" asked Ryan.
"Nikki," replied Crystla.
Ryan laughed. "Nikki hates everyone."
"She used to be a sweet kid," said Crystla.
"It's because of Max. That asshole. No one dumps my sister," said Ryan.
"Just when you two were starting to be friends," said Crystla. "He has bad taste though. That Tiffany girl he's dating is a snobby brat."
"True," said Ryan. "Then again, those are the kind of girls I used to date."
"What about me?" asked Crystla.
"I love you," said Ryan. He kissed Crystla passionately on the lips.
Crystla pulled away. "You didn't answer my question."
"You're not a snobby brat," said Ryan.
"That's better," said Crystla. She then started making out with Ryan.
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