The Villain Olympics- Chapter Three

TW: Mentions of car accidents, broken bones, injury, hyperventilation, rejection.

Chapter Three- Samantha- Being Selfish feat. My Friend(s)

I cursed- violently- as I exchanged text after text with her. The gall! The audacity to text your sworn enemy in the middle of the day!

But never mind that.

I have three hours to infiltrate Katrina’s base and sabotage her plan to kill everyone in the city! That’s enough time.

“I, uh, I gotta go,” I told Chad, handing him the popcorn.

“Wait, what? Why?” He looked up at me nervously as I brushed non-existent crumbs off my shirt.

“It’s, uhm, it’s- Kat!- Yeah, Kat needs me!” I stuttered out, almost choking on the words. My face, I’m sure, was nuclear as I slowly started retreating.

“Is she alright? Chad raised a brow, his face concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure she’s fine-”

“What does she need then?” Chad pressed, getting more and more confused.

“Kat.” I started, then realized it wasn’t a full sentence. Goddammit. “Kat was… in a car accident!” I finally said, relieved for the lie.

“What?!” Chad yelled, jumping out of his seat. A few people stared at us, whispering.

“She’s in the hospital, I’m just going to get some stuff from her apartment for her.” Oh, gosh. I finally saw the fault in my plan. Chad, ever the mom friend, started to panic, his eyes going wide.

“What if she broke some bones? Oh, gosh, if Kat broke her femur she’d be devastated-” I tuned out his endless worrying, feeling squirmy at how human he saw Kat. Evil, no-good, rotten- that’s what Kat was.

“Is she even alive?” Chad yelled, hyperventilating. I patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, trying to calm him down.

“She’s alright, Chad. She texted me just a few minutes ago. Which reminds me,” I added, “I should go now.”

“Wait! Take me with you?” He asked, and I felt myself sweat. Oh, jeez. “Chad, I’ll be fine-” he cut me off. Getting really tired of this, real fast.

“I know there’s a certain… Animosity, between you two,” he said, putting his Therapist Hat on. “You should let me come with you, I can be a buffer.” He smiled brightly, and I exhaled through my nose to mask a sigh.

“Chad. She asked for me. Not you.” I softened my gaze after I calculated how hurtful my words had been. “I’ll text you when I see her?”

“Yeah,” he said, sitting back down.

“Chad, c’mon, look at me-” I tried desperately, keeping an eye on the time.

“Go, Samantha. I’ll be fine. Take care of Kat, ‘kay?” He refused to meet my gaze. Crap.

I was gonna kill Kat for this.