The Distort Arc: Cape High Books 1-4 (Cape High Series Omnibus) Read Online Free
Author: R.J. Ross
of moron tells a super villain that he's short?? I might have powers, but I'm not anywhere close to Maximum's league! I don't even know how to use them! I'm so dead. I would leave my stuff to Sunny, but I doubt it'll fit him.
"You're like me," Max says, still watching me closely. "I have plans. I want to put together a team."
"What, like the Mini-Hall?" Sunny asks. "No thanks."
"Not a super hero team. A super villain team. I can help you control your abilities. We can take over the world with a little bit of effort! And besides, if you come with me you won't have to go back there."
"We don't--"
"Can we think about it?" Sunny asks before I can turn him down flat.
"Sunny!" I hiss. "Are you--"
"Just--just let us think about it," Sunny says. "Tomorrow! You already planned to meet us tomorrow, right? So wait until tomorrow--we'll give you your answer then."
"I wish I could," Max says, shoving his spiky black hair out of his face. "I really wish I could believe you. But there's a reason you're heading for the highway, now isn't there?"
"We're not heading for the highway--we're heading for the seven eleven," I say, my brain finally kicking in. "We're going to get some cupcakes. We have to buy our own--they don't allow sugar in the house."
"I think you're lying," Max says, stepping forward and looking me in the eye. He’s short--but he’s taller than me. For a second I forget to breathe as his hand comes up, his knuckle touching the underside of my chin.
"Don't touch my sister," Sunny snarls.
"You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Zoe?" Max asks, ignoring my twin completely. My heart skips a beat. My hands are starting to sweat and I can barely breathe. I wonder for a moment if he's using his abilities, but I'm pretty sure he's not. He's just... overwhelming.
"I'm not lying," I grit out. "I want a cupcake."
"Then why don't I go with you?" he asks, tugging off the simple mask he's wearing. "I could use a cupcake, too." All I can do is let out a breath as his hand stops touching me. My heart is pounding recklessly against my chest and I feel light headed. He isn't much older than me, I remind myself. He looks like a typical teenage boy without the mask--and I was right. He is seriously cute. Somehow that makes this situation even worse for me.
"You can't go in like that," Sunny says, pointing at the black and silver skin-tight uniform that Max is wearing. "Everyone will know who you are--"
A zipper sounds and Max steps out of his uniform, revealing a pair of shorts and a white tanktop. Now he looks exactly like a regular teenager, I think, trying not to stare. Especially when he grins at me. Oh man, that grin--
Stop. Stop, stop, stop! Maximum is NOT a cute teenage boy to stare at or even put on a poster on my wall like that Justin guy (he's cuter, though, my mind whispers.) He's a super villain. Su. Per. Vill. AIN. Bad guy! A really bad guy! Wow, I wonder if this is how Mom felt--
"You coming?" Max asks, jerking me back to reality. Somehow he's produced a pair of flipflops.
"How do you fit that outfit under that thing?" Sunny asks.
"Practice," Max replies. There's something different about his expression, almost as if he's excited. But I'm not supposed to be staring at him, right? Come on, help me out here! I'm pretty sure you're picking up on my problem, right? You can't say you've not seen someone really cute that's nothing but trouble before, right? How do you deal with it?
I'm waiting.
Eep--he just grabbed my hand! He JUST GRABBED MY HAND! I was too busy breaking the fourth wall to notice--now he's tugging me! I almost trip and fall. (Don't think you're off the hook, you know--I'm going to get that answer sooner or later, by the way.) Sunny's stepping forward and my mind is picturing just how my brother will look as a pancake on the street before Max lets go.
"I forgot my wallet," he says, patting his
"You're like me," Max says, still watching me closely. "I have plans. I want to put together a team."
"What, like the Mini-Hall?" Sunny asks. "No thanks."
"Not a super hero team. A super villain team. I can help you control your abilities. We can take over the world with a little bit of effort! And besides, if you come with me you won't have to go back there."
"We don't--"
"Can we think about it?" Sunny asks before I can turn him down flat.
"Sunny!" I hiss. "Are you--"
"Just--just let us think about it," Sunny says. "Tomorrow! You already planned to meet us tomorrow, right? So wait until tomorrow--we'll give you your answer then."
"I wish I could," Max says, shoving his spiky black hair out of his face. "I really wish I could believe you. But there's a reason you're heading for the highway, now isn't there?"
"We're not heading for the highway--we're heading for the seven eleven," I say, my brain finally kicking in. "We're going to get some cupcakes. We have to buy our own--they don't allow sugar in the house."
"I think you're lying," Max says, stepping forward and looking me in the eye. He’s short--but he’s taller than me. For a second I forget to breathe as his hand comes up, his knuckle touching the underside of my chin.
"Don't touch my sister," Sunny snarls.
"You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Zoe?" Max asks, ignoring my twin completely. My heart skips a beat. My hands are starting to sweat and I can barely breathe. I wonder for a moment if he's using his abilities, but I'm pretty sure he's not. He's just... overwhelming.
"I'm not lying," I grit out. "I want a cupcake."
"Then why don't I go with you?" he asks, tugging off the simple mask he's wearing. "I could use a cupcake, too." All I can do is let out a breath as his hand stops touching me. My heart is pounding recklessly against my chest and I feel light headed. He isn't much older than me, I remind myself. He looks like a typical teenage boy without the mask--and I was right. He is seriously cute. Somehow that makes this situation even worse for me.
"You can't go in like that," Sunny says, pointing at the black and silver skin-tight uniform that Max is wearing. "Everyone will know who you are--"
A zipper sounds and Max steps out of his uniform, revealing a pair of shorts and a white tanktop. Now he looks exactly like a regular teenager, I think, trying not to stare. Especially when he grins at me. Oh man, that grin--
Stop. Stop, stop, stop! Maximum is NOT a cute teenage boy to stare at or even put on a poster on my wall like that Justin guy (he's cuter, though, my mind whispers.) He's a super villain. Su. Per. Vill. AIN. Bad guy! A really bad guy! Wow, I wonder if this is how Mom felt--
"You coming?" Max asks, jerking me back to reality. Somehow he's produced a pair of flipflops.
"How do you fit that outfit under that thing?" Sunny asks.
"Practice," Max replies. There's something different about his expression, almost as if he's excited. But I'm not supposed to be staring at him, right? Come on, help me out here! I'm pretty sure you're picking up on my problem, right? You can't say you've not seen someone really cute that's nothing but trouble before, right? How do you deal with it?
I'm waiting.
Eep--he just grabbed my hand! He JUST GRABBED MY HAND! I was too busy breaking the fourth wall to notice--now he's tugging me! I almost trip and fall. (Don't think you're off the hook, you know--I'm going to get that answer sooner or later, by the way.) Sunny's stepping forward and my mind is picturing just how my brother will look as a pancake on the street before Max lets go.
"I forgot my wallet," he says, patting his
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