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"So, the homecoming dance is coming up. Any ideas on who you want to go with," Magenta asked me, with a knowing smirk. Of course I knew who I wanted to go with. Warren, duh.

"No, no idea," I said.

"Bullshit."

"Really guys. Warren and I are not a couple, and will never be a couple," I explained to the two girls sitting with me. Layla, Magenta, and I were currently hanging out at the park near my house. We had decided to have a girls day, and we took my dog Berko out with us. He was currently running around looking for the ball I had thrown for him. What he didn't know was I had only pretended to throw it. The ball was really hiding behind my back. It would take him a while to figure that one out. Stupid dog.

"I don't understand why you don't think he likes you," said Layla. "He takes time out of his busy day just to do homework with you, he saved you and not the fake citizen in your save the citizen match, and he spends more time with you then he has ever spent with us. Face it girl, he likes you." I couldn't hide the small smile that was creeping onto my face. It wasn't like I needed to hide it. The two of them had known for a while that I was head over heels with my hothead partner.

"I think you should ask him," said Magenta.

"What? No way."

"Why not? Guys don't need to do all the asking anymore. You're an independent woman. You should take the chance and ask him," said Layla.

"This has nothing to do with your equal rights mumbo jumbo," I said, giving her a laugh. "Just because I might be "independent" doesn't mean I don't like when the guy does the asking. Sorry, but I like things to be a little more old fashioned. You know the guys does the asking, the guy does the calling, the guy does the paying and, well, you get it."

"Oh, I'm not even getting into this with you right now," Layla said, with a huff. Magenta was just laughing at the two of us, and Berko had finally come back over to us.

"Ball, ball, I know you have it. Give it! Give it!" Berko barked. I took the ball out from behind by back and tossed it over to the side. The dog went running right after it.

"No more fetch Berko, we are trying to talk about important things. Go play but don't get into any trouble or no more treats for the rest of the week."

"Treat? Did you say treat?"

"I said no more treats unless you are good."

"I'll be good, I'm always good." He then went off running toward the ducks down by the pond. I could hear the birds yelling about the monster coming to get them, but I decided not to pay attention.

"I wish I could hear what the animals were saying," said Layla, watching Berko chase the ducks around.

"Believe me, you don't."

"Why? I bet they are so interesting."

"Try stupid."

"My mom doesn't think they are stupid."

"Your mom must be able to tune out the dumb ones then."

"I thought we were talking about boys, not animals," said Magenta.

"Aren't they the same?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Magenta then laughed. "Seriously though, you really should ask Warren. He seems like one of those guys who would be afraid to ask a girl out."

"Warren Peace, afraid?" That was hard to believe.

"Well yeah," said Layla. "He comes off as a tough bad boy but I bet he is just as insecure on the inside as every other high school guy."

"I don't know. I bet he has more confidence than you two think. He probably hasn't asked me yet, because he doesn't like me."

"Do not start that again," said Layla. "Believe us, he likes you." I didn't say anything for a couple minutes. Maybe they were right. He had been spending a lot of time with me lately. Maybe he really did return my feelings.

"Ok, I'll do it," I finally said. Both girls squealed and I found myself sandwiched between them in a huge hug.

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I think I really regretted telling them I would do it. Today was one of the days that Warren and I had to check in with our teachers and show them our assignments that were do. On days like this, Warren and I both stayed at school longer and had lunch with our underclassmen friends. Layla and Magenta both thought today would be the perfect day for me to ask him to the dance. That way, once he said yes, I could announce the good news to our lunch table. The only problem was, I did not know if he would even say yes at all.

I didn't really want to ask him during lunch, so I figured I would do it right before. I had just finished one of my weekly meetings with Mr. Boy, and that would mean he was just finishing his meeting with Mr. Medulla. I started walking toward the room he would be in. When I reached the class room, I didn't enter because there were still a couple other guys in there with him. Warren was bending over to pick up his bag, and before I could admire that delicious butt of his, I heard my name.

"So Warren, are you going to be taking Roxanne to the dance?" asked Jimmy, one of the other supers in our graduating class. I quickly stepped out of the door way, so I wouldn't be seen. I knew I should have just run down the hall so I wouldn't be caught listening to them talk, but, hey, I'm a girl. I just had to know what he was going to say.

"And that is your business why?" asked Warren, using his tough, uncaring voice. He normally didn't like to talk to people outside of his circle of friends but I guess he was being nice today.

"Well," said Craig, another classmate, "she's kind of hot. If you aren't going to take her, one of us wouldn't mind doing it. Sure, she's just a sidekick but that doesnt mean she wouldn't be fun to play with." Before I could get upset and storm into the room and yell at Craig, Warren spoke up. Ok, who am I kidding, I wasn't going to do anything but start crying, but Warren's voice stopped me from doing that as well.

"Stay the fuck away from her," I heard Warren practically growl. I felt a smile coming to my face. The girls were right, he liked me!

"Hey man, didn't know she was your girl," said Jimmy. His girl. Warren Peace's girl. It had a nice ring to it.

"She isn't my girl." I guess I spoke too soon.

"She isn't your girl and you aren't taking her to the dance? Why do we have to stay away from her then. Don't tell me you have feelings for her."

"I bet he is just waiting for the right moment to confess his love for the girl," laughed Craig.

"I don't like her like that. She's just my sidekick." I didn't wait around to hear anymore. I took off running down the hall and made my way outside toward the buses. I got onto one of the buses available for the seniors who were leaving early and not staying for lunch.

The whole ride home I felt empty. I was just his sidekick. He couldn't even say I was just his friend. A sidekick, that was all I was to him. I don't even care if that was just guy talk, he could have at least said I was just a friend. Even saying I was just his hero support would have sounded nicer.

I made it off the bus before the tears started falling. I started running the rest of the way home so no one would see me, and start asking questions. Once I reached my house, I unlocked the door and raced to my room. I was thankful that mom wasn't home from work yet. Berko was outside of my room, trying to get me to let him in. I could hear him pushing his nose against the door and scratching at it with his paw.

"Roxanne, let me in. You have water falling from your eyes. You are always sad when that happens. I'll give you my ball. Will that make you happy?" I was in no mood to be playing ball. I jumped on my bed and hid my face in my pillow.

"Please go wait by the door for mom to come home, Berko. We can play later," I said, without removing my head from its hiding place. I heard him give a cheerful "ok" and then the scratching on the door stopped.

"Just because you got the pup to go away so easy, does not mean you will have the same luck with me," I heard Jasper. I lifted my head and found him sitting next to me on my bed. I hadn't even known he was in the room. I guess I was too upset to notice.

"I could always just pick you up and toss you out of my room." He gave a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes at me. Yes, my cat rolled his eyes at me.

"But then I couldn't help you with your problem." The funny thing about cats is they are not like other animals at all. They are smart. Smarter than any other animal I have ever talked to. Well, besides dolphins and whales, but I only get to talk to them when I'm at an aquarium.

"I don't need your help," I said.

"Yes, you do. Now tell me what happened, and don't even try to distract me with string or anything. It won't work."

"What about some catnip?"

"Roxanne."

"Fine. Warren doesn't like me in the way I like him."

"And in what way is that?" Jasper asked.

"Romantically."

"You humans and your romance. I'll never understand it. So the boy doesn't like you. Go find another one. There are plenty of them out there."

"You're no help at all."

"I'm a cat. How much help do you really think I can give. The best I can do is be here for you." With that said, he curled up next to me and started purring. I pulled him closer and started crying all over again.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Berko's loud voice was waking me up.

"Roxanne! You're mom is home. I waited for her by the door, just like you asked. You didn't ask me to let you know when she came home, but I figured you would want me to," he yelled from the other side of my bedroom door.

"You really should get that mutt a muzzle," said Jasper, letting out a yawn and then doing a kitty stretch. I just ignored my cat and then walked over to the door. I opened it and Berko came running in.

"Are you happy now?" he asked.

"I'm better. Now why don't you go wait by your bowl and I'll be right out to feed you."

"Food!" the puppy yelled and took off running.

"He gets excited over the stupidest things," said Jasper. He jumped off my bed and started walking toward the door. "Don't take too long, I'll be waiting at my bowl too."

I wasn't planning on taking long at all. I just wanted to check my phone for any missed calls. I jumped off my bed and picked my bag off the floor, where I had tossed it. I dug through the thing and found my cell phone. Looking at it, I noticed I had about ten missed calls. A couple from Layla, a couple from Magenta, and a couple from Warren. I had text messages from each of them as well. About twenty of those. I even had five voice mails. I didn't know if one of them could be from Warren, and I really didn't feel like hearing his voice right now.

Alright. I knew I was acting really childish. The guy didn't like me, I should just get over it. Do what Jasper said, find someone else. It didn't mean we couldn't be friends. Then again, I was just his sidekick. I think I was more upset about that then him not liking me back. To think I had almost asked him to the dance. Thank god I heard him talking to those guys before I did that. How embarrassing that would have been for both of us if I hadn't heard their conversation. He would have had to tell me he didn't like me like that, and I would have had to stand there and listen to it.

Besides not wanting to hear Warren at the moment, I really didn't want to talk to the girls. I didn't want them feeling sorry for me. Plus, I knew they were going to feel guilty about trying to get me to ask Warren out. I so did not want to deal with that right now.

I tossed my phone onto my bed and walked toward my door. Might as well just go feed the animals. Before I could exit my room, however, my phone started vibrating. It had a pretty loud vibrate, so I could hear it now that it was out of my bag. I hesitated for a second. It was either Warren, Layla, or Magenta. Did I really feel like dealing with one of them right now? No. I just said a couple of seconds ago that I didn't. But, I guess it was now or never.

I walked back to my bed and picked up the phone. I was shocked to find it was a number that I didn't recognize. I answered it anyway.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey beautiful. I told you I was going to call you sometimes. I'm ready to take you out on that date I promised." I nearly dropped the phone. This was one voice I hadn't planned on hearing ever again.

"Justin, it's, um, nice to hear from you again."

Dun dun dun. Sorry to leave it there, but I had no choice. Youll all just have to wait to see what happens next. Please review and thanks so much for reading!