Changing sides

Date: 9/4/2017

So I was at a way huger school than I actually do, like way bigger than a big university, but all related, and I used to walk with two of my friends, Zach and Will, to find our classes because we were all a bit struggling. And everytime, we'd pass through that passage and there would be that other random guy that would just intimidate me and tell me shit, like hardcore. Skip to the part where one day he's not there and I find it odd because he always is and by digging up a bit I realize he's gone missing but like rumors deep down are that he is in the hands of a horrible -- like no deserves so much horrible -- person, and I decide we have to try and save him. My boys say he's not worth it and try to dissuade me, and while in the end they don't exactly help me saving me, they cover for me and do all in their possible to keep me safe. I don't know why or how I found him, but down in a closed part of the school that was super creepy I found him and when at first he thought it was some kind of joke, he still accepted my help getting out. Plus, I figured since this very serial kidnapper whatsoever was only after boys of about his age that seemed to have an opinion of themselves over their heads, I should be not too bad as a girl younger than him with a very poor opinion of myself. So we end up face to face with the kidnapper who is actually not a he but a she and the guy escapes but I don't, I'm surrounded right after he leaves. And I do the stupidest move I could have done -- I lose control of my inner self out of despair and use magic to knock them all down. And figures, of course, that the kidnapper's pattern isn't wasn't it looked like, no. She was after wielders of magic to create herself an army and rule the world or whatsoever. So now I'm in trouble and they don't care about my consent they just want me to bear their kids and things are really not looking well for me. I'll just skip to the part where the guy felt bad being in my debt and that's the reason why he saved me (from his cousin, I learned as they did the usual talk that reveals everything else, deeper motive, why she has that motive, etc). But my favorite part is when we sit down in that forsaken basement, exhausted and covered in blood, sweat and other weird stuff and I just say: "That felt kind of good." To which he answers: "Yeah, who knew being nice could be so cool!" And I gave him a sideways look: "That's not what I meant." And he smiles, saying the last words before I wake up: "Want to be the supervillain to my superhero?"