He sighed.

Jesus Christ.. why did his nemesis have to be so..difficult? Couldn’t they just give up already? Why were they so damn persistent.

He had his backpack slung over his shoulders as he wandered into his high school, thinking about the next plan he could devise to defeat his enemy.

Simon was the villain of the area they lived in. His villain name was “Ghost.” He wore a skull mask so that the police couldn’t figure out his identity, let alone the entire city. but when he was at school, he had blonde, shaggy hair, a tank top, and some baggy jeans with dirty sneakers and gold rings. Being a supervillain and a student trying to master chemistry was hard, sometimes.

He sat down in his seat for math putting his bag down on the floor next to his seat. He watched as the other students filed into the classroom, his eyes narrowing on one specifically as they talked to their friends.

That voice.

It seemed, familiar?

“hm..” he hummed.

He just brushed it off though. When class started, he forgot he needed a pencil. Christ, was he an idiot or something? He looked over the person next to him. the person he thought whom he recognized your voice.

“hey. can I borrow a pencil?” He whispered.