Free To Light and Guard by Piper Hannah

like?" she asked again.
    “Bruce Wayne,” I said.  "He looks like Bruce Wayne." But with wings, and deep purple eyes, and a deep voice to die for, and he was so gorgeous I could look at him all day.  By the way, I tried to take his picture once on my iPhone so that I could literally look at him all day, but nothing showed up.  Nada .  (I took a Spanish One class in my sophomore year, and just in case you were wondering, ‘ nada’ means ‘nothing’ in Spanish. This pretty much sums up what I learned from the class. Nada.)
    Seated in the passenger seat beside me, Emma laughed very loudly while continuously muttering, “Bruce Wayne.”  It was the ugly kind of laugh with snorts.  She leaned forward and threw her head back, clutching her tummy as she laughed. There was some drool dripping on one side of her lip.  Seriously, my sister is a very pretty girl, but her ugly laugh is downright hideous. 
    I waited patiently for her chuckles and snorts to die down. After about a minute, she finally looked at me and noticed that I wasn’t laughing with her.
    “Oh, you’re serious,” she said with another snort.  She had a big smile on her face as she wiped the drool off her mouth on her sleeve. Ugh!    
    “ Bruce Wayne, huh?  So, where did you and Batman meet?” she asked. 
    “In school,” I said, which was the truth, because that was where I saw him for the first time. 
                  “What’s his name?” she asked.
    I kept quiet.
                  “You can’t tell me you met someone, and not tell me his name,” she said.  “I know him, don’t I?  That’s why you’re so secretive.”  Emma was silent for a while.              “It’s Colin Stroud,” she said confidently. “I knew it!  He’s always hanging around you, walking you to class… Well, it’s about time, you two…”
                  “It’s not Colin,” I said, “Colin and I are just friends.” And we truly are just friends.  It’s hard to get involved with someone you’ve met in kindergarten, and I’ve seen him in full tantrum mode during time out.  That is a total zing -killer.  Trust me on this.   
                  Emma sighed.  “That’s too bad. He’s really hot.”
                  “Trust me.  My Bruce Wayne is hotter.”  I’m still zinging . 
                  I entered the school parking lot. I turned and immediately found a spot; I proceeded to park my car.
                  “And you felt the zing?” Emma asked.
                  I nodded.
                  “Like you were zapped?”
                  I nodded again.
                  “What’s it like?”
                  I glanced at her for a second.  “Emma, I stopped breathing.  It hit me in the chest like lightning.  I’m still trying to cope with the zing .” 
    “ Okay. I’ll let the name thing slide for now, but I better meet him soon.” I didn’t see her face when she said it, but I knew she was smiling. She was happy I finally met someone.  She always found it weird that I wasn’t really attracted to the guys in our school.
    “Has he asked you out, yet?” she asked.
    “No,” I said.  “Well, not really.” Well, maybe.  I mean, we have been hanging out every night since I first saw him. I was just a bit confused at times, and I didn’t know how to define our relationship. I knew I had feelings for him, but what if I was just another human for him to guard.  Was I special to him? And when I say special, I mean special in a good way.  Do you know what I mean?
                  “Well, don’t make plans tonight,” Emma said. “Remember you have to take me to a party.”
    Right.  Today was Friday, and it seemed like every Friday night, Emma had a party to go to.  Of course, my parents would want me to go with her.  Although Emma was technically the smart