Becca's POV
I woke up with the sun in my eyes. Turning, I heard footsteps come kwa my door and Sam's voice on the other side. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. It was a late night, but I was used to those. Besides, if Sam was up, I was going to miss out on all the fun. I quickly got dressed and brushed my hair. I decided to just put it in a ponytail and then headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
As I left my room, I grabbed the taser I had stolen from one of the guards at Grant Industries. I hid it in my boot and headed out. I entered the common room, ignoring the whistling of the stupid men. I was surrounded kwa idiots. I caught sight of Sam and headed over to him. He was talking with Jazzman.
“...I'm surprised wewe came back after all these years,” I heard Jazzman say.
Huh? Sam had worked for Jazzman before? I had guessed, but this was my proof. Not that I would sell Sam out. But having proof allowed for all kinds of things. Like blackmail. But then again, Sam wasn't just another kid off the streets. He was attempting to be a hero.
In my opinion, he was doing well. I know from personal experience how dangerous playing the game could be. It was all au nothing. And Sam was trying to give it his all. So I would zaidi than likely use this information to keep me in check about his zaidi violent tendencies.
“So am I,” Sam was saying. “Trust me, it wasn't intended.”
I came over to him and, playing the disgusting role of girlfriend, kissed his cheek. If I had to suffer from playing this part, I was going to embarrass him. His face turned towards me in a smile, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that he hated this as much as I did. I resisted the urge to throw him to the ground when he put an arm around my waist. Oh this was torture zaidi than hell could give.
“Ah Becky,” Jazzman said.
I cringed.
“Becca,” I all but growled.
“I'd like to see wewe in my office later.”
“Sure,” I agreed.
Despite the fear I had, I was going to play my part as dutiful girlfriend to Sam. Which meant going to talk with his creep of a boss. I swear he looks at me when he thinks I don't know. And the satisfied smile on his face only deepened my fear. I was not too happy about joining that creep alone. But if I didn't, it could blow our cover. And I was not too keen on Batman's wrath. His glare I could face. But there were other things he could control that I feared. Like who his son dated. So with deep anxiety, I decided to keep playing my role.
Several hours later, Becca's POV
I walked down to the common room, trying to ignore my meeting with Jazzman. I was right; he was a creep. But I was ready to forget the conversation and was hoping for a game of cards. But not a single person was in the common room. I sighed and headed down several hallways. I finally heard the sound of the men and came to what was a gym. I entered and watched as they were sparring and playing some form of football, I guess. None of them had seen me, so it wasn't that horrible. But what happened inayofuata made my blush a dark scarlet.
Since they hadn't noticed I was there, they thought they were alone. Which made sense. So I watched as Sam stripped his shati off, throwing it to the side. And that's what made me turn so red. This was the first time I had ever seen his torso and, to be completely honest, I kinda liked it. He was definatly muscular, but he was also sweating. That along with his chiseled frame...I was pretty red kwa the time they noticed I was there.
Sam looked red in the face as well, but I wasn't sure if it was because I'd seen him with his shati off au because he'd been running around. I stood there awkwardly for a few sekunde before dashing out the door. I could hear the others teasing Sam, but I didn't care. I headed to my room where I hid for three days.
I woke up with the sun in my eyes. Turning, I heard footsteps come kwa my door and Sam's voice on the other side. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. It was a late night, but I was used to those. Besides, if Sam was up, I was going to miss out on all the fun. I quickly got dressed and brushed my hair. I decided to just put it in a ponytail and then headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
As I left my room, I grabbed the taser I had stolen from one of the guards at Grant Industries. I hid it in my boot and headed out. I entered the common room, ignoring the whistling of the stupid men. I was surrounded kwa idiots. I caught sight of Sam and headed over to him. He was talking with Jazzman.
“...I'm surprised wewe came back after all these years,” I heard Jazzman say.
Huh? Sam had worked for Jazzman before? I had guessed, but this was my proof. Not that I would sell Sam out. But having proof allowed for all kinds of things. Like blackmail. But then again, Sam wasn't just another kid off the streets. He was attempting to be a hero.
In my opinion, he was doing well. I know from personal experience how dangerous playing the game could be. It was all au nothing. And Sam was trying to give it his all. So I would zaidi than likely use this information to keep me in check about his zaidi violent tendencies.
“So am I,” Sam was saying. “Trust me, it wasn't intended.”
I came over to him and, playing the disgusting role of girlfriend, kissed his cheek. If I had to suffer from playing this part, I was going to embarrass him. His face turned towards me in a smile, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that he hated this as much as I did. I resisted the urge to throw him to the ground when he put an arm around my waist. Oh this was torture zaidi than hell could give.
“Ah Becky,” Jazzman said.
I cringed.
“Becca,” I all but growled.
“I'd like to see wewe in my office later.”
“Sure,” I agreed.
Despite the fear I had, I was going to play my part as dutiful girlfriend to Sam. Which meant going to talk with his creep of a boss. I swear he looks at me when he thinks I don't know. And the satisfied smile on his face only deepened my fear. I was not too happy about joining that creep alone. But if I didn't, it could blow our cover. And I was not too keen on Batman's wrath. His glare I could face. But there were other things he could control that I feared. Like who his son dated. So with deep anxiety, I decided to keep playing my role.
Several hours later, Becca's POV
I walked down to the common room, trying to ignore my meeting with Jazzman. I was right; he was a creep. But I was ready to forget the conversation and was hoping for a game of cards. But not a single person was in the common room. I sighed and headed down several hallways. I finally heard the sound of the men and came to what was a gym. I entered and watched as they were sparring and playing some form of football, I guess. None of them had seen me, so it wasn't that horrible. But what happened inayofuata made my blush a dark scarlet.
Since they hadn't noticed I was there, they thought they were alone. Which made sense. So I watched as Sam stripped his shati off, throwing it to the side. And that's what made me turn so red. This was the first time I had ever seen his torso and, to be completely honest, I kinda liked it. He was definatly muscular, but he was also sweating. That along with his chiseled frame...I was pretty red kwa the time they noticed I was there.
Sam looked red in the face as well, but I wasn't sure if it was because I'd seen him with his shati off au because he'd been running around. I stood there awkwardly for a few sekunde before dashing out the door. I could hear the others teasing Sam, but I didn't care. I headed to my room where I hid for three days.
This is the song i chose for someones playlist. hope wewe like!
wewe sat me down on a rock hard chair,
wewe told me i'd never leave,
But i didnt care!
You're the good guy,
And i aint,
Its time to say good bye, this aint our fate.
wewe fight for the good,
But i dont, i dont.
I'm not sure it wewe upendo me,
au i it just this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
You're the hero i'm suppose to hate,
But we dont play kwa the rules,
wewe took me on a date,
ANd when wewe got home, your freinds were like,
"You aint welcome back, Go get a life!"
Guess i have to say i'm sorry,
I didnt mean to casue ya trouble baby.
I'm not sure if wewe upendo me,
au is it this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
Music
I'm the villain babe,
You're suppose to stop me from coming,
au have a luck save.
I've got a hook,
And i'm pretty sure wewe know,
Its got something to do with your looks.
I'm not sure if wewe upendo me,
au is it this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
wewe sat me down on a rock hard chair,
wewe told me i'd never leave,
But i didnt care!
You're the good guy,
And i aint,
Its time to say good bye, this aint our fate.
wewe fight for the good,
But i dont, i dont.
I'm not sure it wewe upendo me,
au i it just this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
You're the hero i'm suppose to hate,
But we dont play kwa the rules,
wewe took me on a date,
ANd when wewe got home, your freinds were like,
"You aint welcome back, Go get a life!"
Guess i have to say i'm sorry,
I didnt mean to casue ya trouble baby.
I'm not sure if wewe upendo me,
au is it this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
Music
I'm the villain babe,
You're suppose to stop me from coming,
au have a luck save.
I've got a hook,
And i'm pretty sure wewe know,
Its got something to do with your looks.
I'm not sure if wewe upendo me,
au is it this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
Somewhere in the Arctic, 4:49 a.m.
Nathan curled up on the rocky floor of the dark cave, protected from the snow for now. He'd found a piece of rock chipped off from the edges of the cavern and had somehow created a spark that had ignited into a flame. How it was sustaining, well, he didn't know. But it was keeping him warm, and for that he was grateful.
It suddenly dawned on him that he felt immensely drained, nearly useless. His moyo wasn't beating as fast as usuall. Pushing himself up, he went to find a pool of ice, to see what was wrong. What he saw shocked him: his hair had turned to it's orginal mocha hue, a sign of no powers.
He sighed, and realized with a jolt he was in a cave. A cave... and the last person he'd seen was the Batman's daughter. This small fact slightly amused him, but amusement turned to worry. "Fin..." he murmured. "Why can't wewe see past what I've done? Why can't wewe see that I upendo you?"
It suddenly dawned on him that he felt immensely drained, nearly useless. His moyo wasn't beating as fast as usuall. Pushing himself up, he went to find a pool of ice, to see what was wrong. What he saw shocked him: his hair had turned to it's orginal mocha hue, a sign of no powers.
He sighed, and realized with a jolt he was in a cave. A cave... and the last person he'd seen was the Batman's daughter. This small fact slightly amused him, but amusement turned to worry. "Fin..." he murmured. "Why can't wewe see past what I've done? Why can't wewe see that I upendo you?"
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3) I will not be conmtinuing my current makala on this site. It will be continuing on some of the above sites (as soon as I figure out how to work fanfiction.net)
So, yeah. That's it. I'll give wewe guys sasisho about when chapters are ilitumwa and still participate in everything, I just won't be an active writer anymore. And feel free to contact me kwa PM on any of the sites telling me where I should go inayofuata with my articles. TTYL :)
~Skittles98