Super Villain Academy 2: Polar Opposites Read Online Free Page B

walked her to her dorm after school every day. He didn’t want to just drop her off though. Not today. “Want to go get a burger or something?”
    Oceanus shook her head and stared at the sidewalk.
    “Ice cream?” Jeff asked.
    “No. I just want to go lie down,” she said.
    “What’s wrong? Aren’t you feeling good?” Jeff rubbed his palm up and down her upper arm; just touching her gave him a thrill. He pulled her tighter against his side. Was she holding herself stiffly?
    She shrugged. “Bad day.”
    “You too, huh?” Jeff mumbled.
    Oceanus was stonily silent and kept her head angled toward the pavement throughout the walk across campus. Jeff tried not to wonder why, distracting himself by finding faces of kids he knew and being the first to greet them as they approached, as if being social would fill in the awkward silence and make everything all right. Jeff was never the social one, so his greetings were met with more than one raised eyebrow or frown. When he and Oceanus arrived at the dorm, she walked straight through the common room and over to the elevator. Jeff wasn’t allowed past the common room.
    “Don’t you want to hang out a bit?” Jeff asked. “We could talk about your day.”
    Oceanus looked alarmed at the suggestion and shook her head.
    Disappointment swelled through Jeff. He had hoped to be able to talk about his own rotten day. He’d planned to tell Oceanus about the psycho Savannah, knowing Oci would get a good laugh at Jeff’s discomfort, but he’d really hoped to talk to her about his dad. He’d like to talk to someone about it before he saw his dad.
    “You sure?” Jeff asked.
    Oceanus nodded and stepped onto the elevator before the doors closed. She didn’t even look at him again.
    Jeff rubbed his eyes until stars burst behind the closed lids. Now he could add another mystery to his sucky day. 1. The marvel that is psycho Savannah, and the hyper-anxiety he’d felt at her house. 2. His family history, which included two mass murderers. 3. A suddenly sullen and seemingly mad, or scared, girlfriend.
    Jeff looked at the elevator doors, as if he could still see Oceanus. Was she acting this way because she’d heard about his dad and grandfather? Was she freaked out about Jeff being the descendent of a mass murderer and an assistant mass murderer?
    Jeff ran his fingers through his hair, scraping his long bangs from his eyes, but they fell right back where they’d been. Long bangs had one advantage: he could avoid greeting people when he didn’t feel like it, such as at this moment. He tilted his head, letting his bangs swing forward like a visor.
    “Hey there, Polar! Did you walk Oceanus home? Of course you did! You always do. If she were my girlfriend, I’d walk her home too. But I live here, so it would make sense.” Snort.
    Jeff sighed; there were some people for which long bangs offered no shelter. He flicked his head sideways so that his hair flopped into its normal position. “Hey, Myron.”
    “Are you and Oceanus going to the sock hop tomorrow night?”
    Jeff wrinkled his nose. “No.”
    “Villains never go to the dances. Have you noticed that? They never go!” Myron spoke a mile a minute in a high-pitched, nasally voice. He was the epitome of nerd, the reason behind the stereotype. Jeff really didn’t know what Myron’s super abilities were, but he suspected they involved talking his enemy to death.
    “We aren’t villains anymore, Myron,” Jeff said. He stopped walking and glared at him. “Are you following me for a reason?” Myron had followed him all the way out to Jeff’s car.
    “Oh! No. Just got carried away, I guess,” Myron snorted again and shrugged. “See ya later, Polar.”
    Jeff got into his car and started it. He fiddled with radio stations until he found one playing a mellow symphonic piece. When the inside of his head buzzed like a chain saw, nothing soothed better than a clarinet concerto.
    He backed out of the parking place, put the car in