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coincidence. He looked at the girl. The impossibly gorgeous girl. She was definitely human but she did seem all too familiar with him.
    Jeff backed up. “I gotta go.”
    “Oh, and here I thought it was my lucky day.” She winked. “But now you know where to find me. My name’s Savannah. Drop by any time.” She trailed a finger down her front and stopped just short of, well, you know. Jeff’s mouth hung agape again.
    He blinked and shook his head. “Wow.” An earbud had fallen out when he tumbled over the car. He fumbled it back into his ear, then turned, jogged out of her yard, and took the turn he should’ve taken before he ended up in the side of the car. When he was out of sight of the house, he picked up the pace, trying to figure out if he should cut his run short or just run faster in order to make up for the lost time.
    Jeff had only met one other girl as bold as Savannah, and that was Mystic. He couldn’t believe there were more girls with brazen personalities out there. At least Mystic had an excuse; Savannah wasn’t even a villain. At least, he didn’t think so. His super instincts were rather pathetic.
    Coach yelled at Jeff when he got back late.
    “I had a mishap,” Jeff said.
    “Did anyone see you?”
    “Yeah, but I’d stopped running by the time she saw me, so she’s none the wiser. Everything’s fine, it just delayed me.” Jeff walked into the locker room to shower before heading to his next class, history, which he often arrived too late.
    * * * *
    Mr. Hammond’s deadpan drone greeted Jeff before he turned into the classroom. “So Glenda was good, but her twin brother Bartholomew was bad. Glenda, being good, and with a conscience and such, had a difficult time mounting an offense against her brother, which meant the white hats were often on the defense. Bart’s rule lasted a long thirty-five years, extending into the mid-1940s, when Glenda died and a new white hat came into power.”
    Jeff slunk down the side of the room toward his seat.
    “Mr. Tohler, I’m so pleased you’ve arrived. Do you know the name of the white hat who took over after Glenda?”
    Mr. Hammond may have been a hero before the balancing but he’s always been a jerk. “Yes, Mr. Hammond, I do,” Jeff said. He’d stopped slinking and strolled around the back of the room to his seat. He plopped his books down with a louder-than-necessary bang then slid onto his chair. For effect, he winked at Whisper, a cute girl who seemed to have a crush on him. “It was my grandfather, William Bagley.”
    “Yes, yes, it was your very own grandfather. He’s the one responsible for knocking Bartholomew Tohler off his perch, now isn’t he?”
    Jeff nodded hesitantly. Why was Mr. Hammond smirking?
    “Who was Bartholomew Tohler? Your great grandfather, I believe?”
    Again, Jeff nodded. He’d only learned his family history in the last few months, and since history wasn’t really his thing, he might have forgotten some of it, or perhaps he didn’t pay close enough attention to his parents’ musings.
    “Yes, yes.” Mr. Hammond turned his attention to the class. “That’s when villains started using nicknames. Some of the more notorious ones were Zombie, for his ability to raise armies of dead; Ram, for his ability to turn any object into a battering ram; and The Weatherman. Does anyone know what he did?”
    Whisper pumped her hand into the air, and Mr. Hammond pointed to her.
    “He caused all sorts of natural disasters,” Whisper said. Her honeyed brown hair was tucked behind her ears, and Jeff noticed earplugs stuffed into her ears so she wouldn’t hear everything around her amplified to the point of blowing her drums. Someone told him she also heard the thoughts of those around her as if they were being whispered in her head. That would suck. She turned and smiled at him, and he realized she’d heard his thought. He half smiled and looked away.
    Mr. Hammond stared at Jeff. “Yes, and why exactly did The Weatherman