Page 5 of The Not So Super Hero

Halloween was one of the, if not the, best holiday.

It was everything he loved, jam-packed into a single month.

Parties, particularly, were fun. Though Bailey was not one to get plastered, he had no issue watching others get hammered.

Campus was pretty crazy, events going on from Halloween themed dances to the cafeteria making Halloween based food.

Even Cassi’s Café brought out some gooey delights decorated with bats, spiders, or green goo.

Honestly, it all tasted delicious. Bailey had no issue biting into a doughnut that oozed green cream.

“You look like you’re eating snot,” Amery commented, grimacing. Bailey wiped remnants of the cream from his lips with his thumb to lick clean.

“Yeah, and you have fake blood dripping from your lips,” he said, gesturing at the red stains on either side of Amery’s mouth.

She also had some creepy bright red contacts in and a black wig.

She went for the typical vampire look, though toned down for class.

However, she expressed that Slutty Amery would make herself known at the party Darcie invited them to later that evening.

Many others dressed up as well, including Bailey.

He went for a dead rocker look with his face and hands painted like a skeleton.

His hair was hidden beneath a black worn out top-hat that matched his black long-sleeved jacket and pants.

It was about all he could do as a broke college student, but he was content with the look.

Amery shrugged, brushing pieces of her wig back as gently as she could to not to mess it up. “At least it doesn’t look like snot.”

“As a medical student, snot should not gross you out. It’s a normal bodily fluid.”

“No, as a medical student, I have to put up with bodily fluids, but on the inside, I’m still allowed to cringe.”

Bailey rolled his eyes and mentioned Amery wouldn’t last. She stuck out her tongue, then regretted it because she thought she messed up her makeup. Watching her run off to the bathroom to check on it made Bailey let out a laugh, followed by snickers when she returned, glaring at him for laughing.

“Come on, let’s get classes over with so we can party!” Amery hooted, grabbing her things before gripping Bailey’s arm and tugging him off to class. “I am so happy Halloween is on Friday because I am definitely going to have a hangover tomorrow.”

“And likely going to wake up in some strange person’s home with no recollection of how you got there.”

Amery put on a sickly smile that made Bailey shiver. She pinched his arm, making him open his lips as he let out a silent scream.

“You know what? I definitely will. I hope I do, and I hope you do too!” Amery tapped Bailey’s nose, causing him to glare at her because damn it, it took him like an hour to put all the paint.

Rolling his eyes, Bailey grumbled about how he wasn’t really a fan of one-night stands. He had bad luck; she seemed to forget that. Either Bailey would mess up the evening, or the sex was extremely disappointing.

Amery joked, “Make it a two-night stand.”

Bailey’s eyes were going to permanently roll into the back of his head.

Amery giggled, though the two continued to joke all the way to class.

The day went by quickly. Students dressed up and talked about the holiday, professors passed out candy, then classes ended.

Amery and Bailey bolted the moment they were free.

Sitting in Amery’s dorm, Bailey watched TV to pass the time.

Amery had to change into Slutty Amery. and before they realized it, the school day was over.

Though the party didn’t start until later, Amery and Bailey bolted out of class the second their professor let them.

When finished, she strutted out of the bathroom in a corset, lace skirt, and a pair of killer heels.

Seriously, she could stab someone with them.

“Go on, praise me.” Amery raised her arms, spinning around to show off her attire.

“Everyone at the party will want to be bitten by you, or bite you, whichever you’re more into,” he said, chuckling.

Amery gasped. “The most flattering of compliments for a vampire, thank you!”

Then the two of them picked up Ryan. He dressed up as a caveman to show off his muscles that Bailey stared at and Ryan teased him for the attention.

Darcie, along with her two roommates, had gotten themselves a pleasant house off campus that transformed into a ‘spooky’ hangout for the evening.

Witches and headstones littered the yard, ghosts and bats hung off the porch and through the house, cobwebs stretched across the porch and in the windows.

They had gone all out, even the inside was decorated!

Darcie greeted the three of them at the door, then Amery disappeared into the crowd.

Either to find booze or someone else to praise her, whichever came first honestly.

Ryan left too, running straight to the beer pong table while Bailey searched for snacks.

Eventually, Bailey joined Ryan at the beer pong table, where he played horribly.

He eventually backed out, allowing those with actual talent and depth perception to try it.

Of course, that depth perception was ruined after enough drinks.

Watching a bunch of drunkards try to throw balls into cups was always amusing in Bailey’s book, though.

Next, Amery came to Bailey’s side insistent on a dance. Why would he say no? Seeing as Bailey was thoroughly enjoying himself dancing, not only with Amery but also with whatever stranger joined in, that meant something bad had to happen. He shouldn’t have been surprised when his phone vibrated.

Bailey considered not answering it depending on who it was, but seeing as it was the school calling, it concerned him. He excused himself, disappearing outside so he could actually hear before he answered with a worried, “Hello?”

“Bailey Schaefer?” A male voice asked from the line.

“Yeah, this is him.”

“This is campus security calling. There were a few break-ins at Guesman Hall.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” he whispered. Of course, there were break-ins, and of course it had to be his dorm.

Grumbling, Bailey got off with the officer after agreeing to come back as soon as he could. He had planned to take Ryan. However, when he went inside to find the guy chugging beer away like it was air, he thought it was best not to bother him until morning.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Amery asked, standing outside on the porch where a few others lingered to smoke or make out.

“Nah, stay and have fun. If it doesn’t take long, I’ll come back. If not, then call me so I can give you a ride back.”

Amery frowned, ready to argue, then sighed in agreement. Bailey hadn’t driven since Darcie’s was only about a ten-minute walk and he planned to drink. Now he wished he had to get everything done and over it. Plus, about two minutes after leaving, it started raining.

Bailey wasn’t even bothered. His mind was on the break-in.

Hopefully, they didn’t steal much. Breaking into a jog, he crossed his arms to shield his chilled hands and buried his face in the collar of his jacket.

He turned down a smaller street to cut some time in his walk.

Three men huddled together near the other end having a smoke.

Bailey jogged past them, but a hand abruptly shot out to grab his shoulder.

A slight shove sent him stumbling, confused, then standing face to face with a man dressed in black.

“Hey man,” the stranger said around a cough. The other men stood behind him, dressed in damp and dark clothes. “Where you comin’ from, a party?”

Bailey knew he was in trouble when he found himself surrounded. Cars passed by at the end of the alley. The main street was near. If he could just get to that, he would be good. There would be cameras, people, witnesses, at least, he hoped so.

“Yeah, I’m heading home,” Bailey breathed out, glancing at the thugs on either side of him.

One had his hood up, blocking nearly all of his face.

Another brushed his back, showing off intense dark brown eyes that looked ready to throw a fist. Bailey felt that certainly was going to happen because he wouldn’t go down without a fight, pitiful or otherwise.

“Listen, I’m just trying to get home, so I don’t want any trouble.” Bailey wasn’t sure what made him think that would get the guys to back off, but it was worth a shot.

“Hey now, neither do we.” Thug One said, holding out his hands to appear in a menacing manner. “We’re just a little short on cash, so why don’t you be a pal and hand over what you got, huh?”

In that moment, it was best to agree, hand everything over, and get the hell out of there. It wasn’t like Bailey had much on him other than maybe 20 dollars in cash along with his phone, but…

“No.” Bailey decided to make things difficult. “I’m not giving you anything, pal.”

The jerk on his left threw the first punch.

Bailey stumbled, cheek throbbing and head spinning.

However, Bailey had been in a fistfight before and quickly brought his arms up to defend against the second attacker, challenging him.

The thug beat his fists against Bailey’s arms. Bailey brought his knee up straight between the jerk’s legs.

It was three to one. He sure as hell was going for cheap shots.

While in shock, Bailey punched the guy straight in the nose.

He fell to the ground, groaning. Two left, but one thug had gotten behind him.

Bailey cursed when a pair of arms wrapped around his neck.

Bailey gasped. He flailed his legs and clawed at the arm around his neck.

There was a moment of panic before Bailey finally elbowed the jerk as hard as he could in the gut.

He let out a grunt, his arm loosened. Bailey flung the hold off him and sprinted towards the main street.