The Masked Outcasts, Riley Waverly [popular books to read .TXT] 📗

“Whatcha starin’ at, princess?” I would’ve jumped, but that nickname was all too familiar from this morning’s encounter with one of my new neighbors.

“Poor kid,” I muttered, still ignoring Xander as I watched Lucy slap the little boy around, making his cheeks go red and then she knocked his glasses on the floor, leaving them skidding across the hall until they landed at my feet.

“I’m gonna do something,” he murmured, picking up the glasses and walking over to the boy. I knew he was Blake Richard, that’s what I had started this whole rant out with, he was in my history class, I knew because he was the smart, geeky nerd that always knew the answer to the world’s greatest mysteries. I bet the kid could tell us why we drove in a parkway and parked in a driveway.

Before I knew it, Xander had pulled the now shocked Blake to his feet, handed the unlucky boy his glasses, then walked over to where Lucy, Ruby, and some other chick with white hair stood, looking shocked and slightly angry.

“Sadie, you know this isn’t right,” he crossed his arms over his body as Blake stumbled around the hallway, trying to figure out where to go and why the bad boy had just defended him. I grabbed his arm and pulled him over to my side faster than you could say ‘kneel before Zod’.

“You okay?” I asked, straightening his glasses with my hand as my other one still acted like a clamp around his wrist so he couldn’t escape.

He gulped, seeming shocked that a girl would talk to him, “I’m fine,” his voice cracked and he frowned as he realized this. I swear sometimes this boy was just too cute, I didn’t know him, but I’d see him flush whenever he’d catch me glancing at him in the hallway.

“Well, that’s great,” I grinned, “I’m Batman—I mean Libby Trucco.”

To my surprise, he actually laughed, giving me a small, innocent smile, “Blakely Richard.” I never knew his full name was Blakely, I just heard the chess geeks—I mean some of his dearest friends—call him Blake, so I assumed it was his name.

Before I could tell him how awesome his name was, the argument between Xander and the girl he called ‘Sadie’ escalated.

“You’re a prick!” she threw her hands up in the air.

“I’m trying to steer you from the wrong path. You can’t honestly tell me, Sadie Adele Lysander, that you think bullying that poor boy who did nothing to you is something you look forward to in the future.” At the mention of the word bullying Sadie bowed her head in shame and muttered a faint apology towards Blake whose mouth lifted up in a half-smile. Wait? Lysander?

Didn’t Xander say something about a sister earlier this morning?

His sister looked like her hair was as pale as her face, seeming to be following the Ruby method of doing things and changing her natural hair color. Don’t do the Ruby method.

I mean, while I hated the color of my hair, I wouldn’t dye it, because the evil mean girl chemicals could seep through my skull and poison my thoughts and I don’t know about every other eighteen year old girl, but I like my thoughts poison free.

Just like the Joker liked winning against the Batman, not that that’d ever happen. Ugh, just the thought of it is so repulsing.

As was the thought of anyone being mean to Blakely like I had been tortured my entire life.

Text: @TheDrunkDuckling or Riley Morgan Waverly
Images: To a great user on Wattpad who goes by the username TheseNights seriously, if I hadn't found the cover making forum on Wattpad, I would not have this awesome cover that I do now.
Editing: @TheDrunkDuckling or Riley Morgan Waverly
Publication Date: 06-23-2014

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