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Chapter - 4
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To be honest, I didn't mind the feeling at all, while she was obviously seeking comfort and safety. During a particularly frightening scene, she lightly clasped my hand and moved even closer, sitting on my lap.
I could hear her breathing close to me and feel a certain part of my body begin to stir, most likely in response to my embarrassment as I saw her ears turn completely red and her look linger on that part of my body.
The evening went well; having her right on top of me made the horror scenes much less scary, and I felt comforted by our closeness. Eventually, I noticed her eyelids becoming heavy. She was almost falling asleep with her head still resting gently on my shoulder.
Seeing this, I carefully helped her up, trying not to make her feel uncomfortable. I also didn't want to overdo it, so I kept my hands to myself, since, honestly, her bottom was irresistible as I supported her.
She looked at me silently and asked, "Can you sleep in my bed tonight? The nightmares are too strong.' I nod without hesitation, realising how much she needs it, and I feel her body move closer to mine as she uses my arm as her personal pillow.
I couldn't help but sigh at this sight, but seeing the relaxed smile on her face made it all worthwhile, even though I really had to force myself not to do something I would regret because of my adolescent hormones.
The next morning, I woke up with one arm completely asleep, but I knew it was worth it. Unfortunately, school was waiting for me, so I had to hurry to get washed and dressed, but not before kissing my cute sleeping mother on the cheek.
[Interlude]
Reginald Vel Johnson High School.
A public school like many others, at least on the surface. But in reality, it's home to two of the most powerful heroes on the entire planet.
That's why I need to be very careful.
There's a serious problem connected to this school: my friend Marie Grayson. In the future, she becomes Invincible. And that can only mean one thing — she's destined to clash with her father.
A fight like that would be devastating. Not just for her and I care about her a lot as a friend but also for all the innocent people who could get caught in the crossfire.
Even my mom could end up involved.
Just thinking about it makes me clench my fists, filled with anxiety and frustration. Too late, I realize I've hit the wall next to me too hard.
When I look, there's a clear imprint of my fist in the concrete.
Something like that shouldn't be possible for a normal human being...
I try to calm myself down, taking a deep breath as I walk around the school.
It's still early, and the place is pretty much empty. I want to see if it looks like I remember from the show. And yeah aside from a few small differences it's pretty much the same.
On the outside, I just look like a regular student walking around before class.
No one notices me, and that's just fine. Truth is, I came early because I wanted to see Pete. Yesterday, I spent all my time with my mom, trying to comfort her, and I ended up ignoring almost all of his calls.
Honestly, I feel bad about it.
Then I spot him. He's walking toward me from a distance. But he's completely focused on something in his hands. It looks like a Chinese talisman, or at least something similar with a dragon symbol carved into it.
He's so distracted by the object that he doesn't notice the step right in front of him. He's about to trip. Luckily, I'm already there. I move in a flash and catch him before he can fall.
As I do, I suddenly smell something strange like burning rubber coming from my shoes. Maybe I moved too fast. Way too fast. I can't afford to show powers or reflexes beyond human limits.
Pete looks at me, surprised, then breaks into a huge smile and suddenly throws his arms around my neck. "Luther!" he says excitedly, hugging me tightly. "Dude! Why didn't you call me back? I have something so cool to tell you!"
I explain calmly that I was busy yesterday. My mom's been really worried about me lately, and I just wanted to be there for her. He nods with understanding, staying quiet for a moment then immediately changes the subject, holding up the talisman.
"I found this in the attic yesterday," he says quickly, showing it to me more clearly. "It was just sitting there among some of my grandpa's old stuff, but I swear it felt special. Like… I actually felt a burst of power when I touched it. We have to try it out!"
"Sure, but after school, okay?" I answer as we walk down the school corridors.
Pete is about to speak, but just then Petra a beautiful girl with red hair and a gothic style interrupts us, directing a playful smile at me. "Can you move? You're right in front of my locker."
"Oh, sure," I say, a little embarrassed, stepping aside.
She laughs, that smile mixing irony and something more. "You're always so serious, Luther. You should learn to relax a bit more."
She crosses her arms and stares at me intensely, like she's trying to read me. I immediately feel uneasy. Her steady gaze, low and bold voice unsettle me, but honestly, I don't mind.
At least until I hear a thump. A basketball grazes my head, but I catch it easily without even looking.
I raise my eyes and see Paul, my bully, throwing me a mocking look.
"Oops. Sorry, Luther," he says laughing with his friends. "Just thought I'd fix your face for Petra."
I don't change expression and keep talking to Petra, trying to ignore him, but she doesn't let it go. "At least he doesn't have a micropenis like you," Petra shoots back, defending me and making the small dick gesture with her fingers.
"What the hell does that mean?!" Paul shouts angrily.
"Simply put, he's more of a man than you'll ever be in your entire life," she replies nonchalantly, then dangerously close, she takes my face in her hands and kisses me hard.
I certainly don't resist in fact, as I grab a handful of her big ass, she seems surprised by my move but doesn't pull away; instead, she deepens our kiss with her tongue.
She reluctantly breaks the kiss and leans on my chest for a few seconds, breathing slowly as if trying to freeze time. Then she slowly pulls away, a hint of a smile still on her lips.
We're standing close together in the half-empty school hallway. I try to say something, but in the motion, the books I was holding slip from my hands. They fall to the floor with a dull thud, pages scattering across the hallway.
I sigh, embarrassed, and bend down to pick them up.
And then it happens.
While I'm still bent over, Paul steps forward and grabs me roughly by the hair. Without saying a word, he tries to shove my head toward his groin, chuckling like it's some kind of joke.
A sudden, aggressive move, masked as stupidity.
Obviously, I don't feel anything—there's nothing sexual about it—but that's not the point. He just wants to humiliate me. To mock me, to show off, to make sure everyone knows he can trample on me even without reason. Pretending it's all in good fun, while basking in his sense of superiority.
The situation is awkward. I scan the faces around: some laugh, others bite their lips, unsure. Pete looks torn, unsure whether to step in or stay out. Petra, on the other hand, looks like she's about to explode.
"Paul… stop it," I say calmly, not even looking at him.
"Oh? What if I don't? What will you do? Forgot how things work?" he says, acting tough while raising his fist.
I stand up quickly, grab his wrist, and pull it off me, forcing him to bend a little. Now I'm taller than him much taller and I let him know by holding his arm firmly, though I hold back from squeezing harder.
The crowd stiffens. A heavy silence falls.
"Do it," I whisper clearly but softly.
"Huh?"
"I said do it. Hit me. And make it count… Because after that, everything I do to you will be self-defense" I speak in a more threatening tone, invading his personal space. I straighten my back, broaden my shoulders, trying to look bigger and more intimidating.
I look him straight in the eyes. He doesn't blink but swallows loudly.
If I reacted too hard, he's probably going to piss his pants or at least that was my plan but there's no need. He looks at me one last time, then walks away with his friends.
Meanwhile, I notice several notifications flashing at the edges of my vision.
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