Super Nobody (Alphas and Omegas Book 1) by Brent Meske

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Michael picking Charlotte up and driving them to school.
    “We're going to be late!” she said.
    “But I've been ready for ten minutes,” he
said, confused.
    “And what color socks do you have on?”
    “Um...what? White.” Duh mom.
    “White socks with slacks, did you leave your
head in one of your dresser drawers? March right back to your room
and pull on some dark colored socks.”
    He went with a groan, because there was no
getting out of it and because there were so many rules he didn't
know and couldn't care less about.
    But when he was all ready, and he passed by
the mirror in the hall, he had to stop and look at himself. It
couldn't be helped. He looked like something out of a kids'
clothing website, or one of those giant posters in the stores. He
looked so...respectable.
    “You're so handsome!” his mother said, which
made him really detest these clothes. “Now let's move.”
    Move they did, Michael thinking about dancing
onto Charlotte’s feet and getting punch on himself. Looking back on
this later, these worries seemed so silly.
    “Now,” his mother said. “If she invites us
in, you are to be polite. You can call her mother ma'am and her
father sir. Speak when you're spoken to. Is that clear?”
    “Yes ma'am.”
    “Don't get cheeky with me, young man.”
    Impossible, he thought. You do what they ask
you to and this is what you get.
    He'd never been to Charlotte's house, but it
wasn't as big or as nice as he thought it would be. Sure, it was
nice. None of the houses in town were eyesores. But this one had
been painted brown, and you could see where the paint hadn't been
scraped off before, because it was sort of reddish brown. The yard
hadn't been mowed in a while, and there was a crack in one of the
windows that had been taped over with silver duct tape. Toys
littered the yard, from overturned tricycles to a thing called a
big wheel, which was missing one back wheel.
    “Hm,” his mother said. Clearly this was just
what she'd expected to find.
    “Mom,” Michael said quietly. He was beginning
to feel the same anger come on when Trent had put his foot
down.
    “Hm?”
    “If you're not going to be nice to Charlotte,
we can walk to school.”
    She finally turned away from the house and
looked at him, the shock plain on her face. He immediately felt
guilty, and a bit ashamed, but he wasn't going to let his mother
ruin this for him. It was her idea, after all.
    She just got out without a word to him. They
went up to the front door. It wasn't enough to worry about how
Charlotte was going to react to him, and if the night was going to
go well, now he had to worry about his mother too. He was twelve
years old, for Pete's sake.
    All his worries flew right out of his head
when Charlotte opened the door though. She was beautiful.
    “Oh my,” his mother said.
    He opened his mouth, but all that came out
was, “Aaaahhhhh.”
    “You look wonderful, Charlotte,” his mother
said for him.
    “Yeah, really...um, really nice.”
    “Thanks,” she said. The smile she answered
with was even better than anything she could have said. Michael
felt something painful dig into his chest.
    She had curled her hair and piled some of it
up around her head. Some sort of makeup effect made her gray eyes
twinkle, and she definitely had lipstick on. The dress was some
sort of thin, sheer fabric similar to the tie-dyed shirts she wore,
which started out purple and blue on the bottom, but graduated into
a rainbow as it came up. It was sleeveless, but she had something
draped over her shoulders, something that looked like it might have
once been a sweater, but had been slashed apart. Still, the way the
fringes fell on her arms and the low-cut neck of the dress made him
swallow to unclog his throat. She'd put a necklace on too, a little
sparkling heart that peeked out from beneath the shoulder wrap as
she turned to call to her mother.
    “Mom, it's Michael and his mom!” she
said.
    Charlotte's mom appeared with a small