<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/>"What do you say, Mr. Superhero?  Wanna blow this joint?"<br/><br/>Carter's gaze shifted to meet her own, and for a brief moment, his eyes widened in surprise.  When he'd first lain eyes on Chloe, he'd considered her a goody-two-shoe, an innocent soul who never broke the rules or didn't do what she was told.  But at her question, he was proven completely wrong, and he had to admit that he may have misjudged her.  What have I gotten myself into? he wondered, then chuckled.<br/><br/>"I thought you'd never ask..." he said, the speedster finishing his rather massive lunch in twenty superspeed handfuls.  He chewed quickly, demolishing the last of his lunch, before draining his milk and rising from his seat.  He offered her his hand, and smiled.  "Let's get outta here."<br/><br/>He led her out into the hall, then paused, glancing left and right.  The most obvious exit would be out the front door, but they'd likely be seen, and followed, by one of the faculty.  The last thing he wanted to do was get a lecture on responsibility from a tool like Mr. Indestructible, so instead, he led her toward Ionic Hall's rear exit, through the maintenance room and out the back door.<br/><br/>Within moments, they were in his Impala, the sleek black muscle car roaring down the streets and away from the campus.<br/><br/>"Where to, sweetheart?" he asked.  "We've got the whole world open to us and the day is young!"