<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/Tyler-Hoechlin-7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Carter Neville<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Nitro<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ionic Hall, Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chloe<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I can see how that makes sense.  But what exactly would he have said about your entrance into assembly this morning,"</strong>she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her hazel eyes.<strong>"I mean, it was impressive and all, but really...what would your dad say?"</strong><br/><br/>Carter couldn't help but chuckle at her question, and he shook his head, his dark eyes glancing at her briefly before he took another bite of his food.  He chewed on it for a moment, thinking about what it was that his father would have said had he been present, and the only thing he could come up with was, ‘Show off’.  Knowing his father like he did, how the man managed to balance the level of fame he had with his responsibilities as a hero, there were likely more than a few more words that he would hear, but the gist of it would’ve been responsibility, duty to your fellow man, and respecting your God-given talents, no matter what they were.<br/><br/>But he wasn’t about to tell Chloe any of that.  At least, not yet.<br/><br/>“Good job?” he asked, chuckling quietly.  “Besides, it’s best to shake things up a bit.  The teachers around here can get a bit stiff and uptight.  Let ‘em hear you coming, I say.  And when I’m running that fast, they have no choice but to listen.”<br/><br/>Reaching into the pocket of his dark leather jacket, he pulled out his cell phone, eyeing the caller ID.  Briefly, Chloe could see the word Dad in red letters across the top, before Carter sighed and pressed the disconnect button.  “Speak of the Devil…” he said, shaking his head.  “There’s no such thing as a moment’s peace when your Dad is a superhero…”<br/><br/>Sliding his cell phone back into his pocket, he turned to eye Chloe, his dark eyes sliding along her curvaceous form for a moment before rising to meet her gaze.  “What about you, babe?  Got any super-powered family I should know about?  It’d be a helluva shotgun wedding if your Dad has laser-beam eyes.”  He grinned and chuckled at that, before taking a long sip of his soda.<br/>