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Not Your Villain (Sidekick Squad Book 2)




  RAVES for

  THE SIDEKICK SQUAD SERIES

  “‘The Best Superheroes Right Now Aren’t on Screens. They’re in Books’… Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee is a coming-of-age tale about Jessica Tran, the powerless daughter of two superheroes who gets a job at a tech company—and discovers that the world of heroes and villains is more complicated than she realized.”

  —WIRED

  Lambda Literary Award Finalist for LGBTQ Children's/Young Adult | “Not Your Sidekick is an exciting story full of twists and heart.”

  —Lambda Literary

  “Lee offers up a fast-paced, engaging tale set in a quasi-dystopian 22nd-century America where the line between hero and villain is often blurred. With a diverse cast of characters, both in terms of sexuality and ethnic background, and a wholly adorable romance for Jess, it’s a lively exploration of morality in a superpowered age.”

  —Publishers Weekly on Not Your Sidekick

  “Lee crams a lot of themes into a small package here, including LGBTQ relationships, a dystopian society, realizing your heroes have flaws, the importance of family and more… Jess and Abby are delightful characters and superhero fans like this reviewer will especially enjoy Lee’s take on how superpowers work. I’m ready for the sequel!”

  —RT Book Reviews on Not Your Sidekick

  “This is a light romp of a middle grade adventure/romance, but the real strength is in its matter-of-fact representation of LGBTQ and first-generation American identities. While the meanings of these identities are explored, they are not the focus of the book and are simply part of the character- and world-building. Coming out has already happened, friendships based on immigrant identity are complicated, and there are many primary and secondary characters who fall into these categories so that no single character has to stand for everyone.”

  —School Library Journal on Not Your Sidekick

  “Not Your Villain shows just how meaningful superheroes (and supervillains) can still be. C.B. Lee has invented a world where the greatest power comes from friendship, love and becoming your truest self, and it's the heroic story we need right now.”

  —Charlie Jane Anders, author of All the Birds in the Sky

  “C.B. Lee’s utterly charming Sidekick Squad series has it all—swoony romance, thought-provoking deconstructions of superhero tropes, and the cutest robots ever. But best of all are her very human, very relatable characters—vibrant personalities you just can’t help but root for as they make their way in the world. If you’re a fan of superheroes, thoughtful sci-fi, and/or general awesomeness, you need these books in your life.”

  —Sarah Kuhn, author of Heroine Complex

  Copyright © 2017 C.B. Lee

  All Rights Reserved

  ISBN 13: 978-1-945053-25-2 (trade)

  ISBN 13: 978-1-945053-43-6 (ebook)

  Library of Congress PCN: 2017952707

  Published by Duet, an imprint of Interlude Press

  www.duetbooks.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and places are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All trademarks and registered trademarks are the property of their respective owners.

  Book Design and Illustrations by CB Messer

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  Interlude Press, New York

  For those villains, in name only.

  Contents

  Part 1: Get Ready

  Ch. 1

  Ch. 2

  Ch. 3

  Ch. 4

  Ch. 5

  Part 2: Get Set

  Ch. 6

  Ch. 7

  Ch. 8

  Ch. 9

  Ch. 10

  Ch. 11

  Part 3: Go

  Ch. 12

  Ch. 13

  Ch. 14

  Ch. 15

  Ch. 16

  Part 1: Get Ready

  Ch. 1...

  “Ten weeks?” Emma’s hologram is positively indignant, and her heart-shaped face is scrunched up in horror. Bells can’t see anything other than her face in the projection above his wrist, but he knows her arms are probably crossed and she’s about to—yep, there she goes. A little furrow pops up between her eyebrows, as it does whenever she’s annoyed. “Bells, that’s almost the whole summer!” The hologram flickers in and out as Emma moves. She shakes her head; her curls bounce.

  “I know. I know. I just—it was a last-minute thing. I mean, I was on the waitlist and then someone dropped out, and it’s a really cool opportunity, with a scholarship and everything! I’ve never been in the North; it’ll be so cool!” Bells grins, hoping his excitement will be infectious.

  “I know it will be cool and I’m happy that you got into this art program, but I wish you would have told me! Ten whole weeks without my best friend! What will I do?”

  She’s pouting, and Bells sighs. The effect of the Emma Robledo pout can be devastating. He touches the holo, and it blips, distorting the image. Emma does the same, and the tiny blue pixels of her fingers reach for his.

  A pang of longing courses through him. He’s going to miss her terribly. It’s awful lying to his friends about where he’s been these past few summers. Last year, he told them it was a soccer camp. The year before that, he said he was visiting his cousins in the California region.

  “Well, you have volleyball practice and aren’t you learning to drive? I mean, you haven’t stopped talking about it since your moms agreed to teach you, and they were gonna get you your own car, right? And Jess—”

  “Jess! Have you told Jess?” Emma shrieks.

  Bells barely has time to shake his head before Emma rolls her eyes and flicks at her wrist, and then he hears another comm link connect. Jess’ face blooms out of shimmering blue light.

  Jess waves, and her ponytail bobs. “Hey! Are we still on for movie night?”

  “No,” Emma says. “Bells is leaving us for ten weeks!”

  “What? Why? When?” Jess frowns. Her hologram glitches and flickers, and the sound fizzes in and out. The reception in the Tran household is always shoddy for some reason.

  He starts over. “I got accepted to that summer art program in Aerial City. You know, very prestigious, dorm rooms, classes every day, field trips to museums…”

  “What program? I didn’t even know you applied to one!” Jess raises her eyebrows.

  “Uh… I didn’t know if I would get in.”

  That much is true, but there’s no art program. The fictional summer camp does sound cool, but not as cool as what he’s actually going to do, which is learn how to be a hero.

  Meta-Human Training is a huge, secretive business; there are applications and waitlists, even after the arduous process of registration. That took Bells long enough to complete because his parents didn’t like the idea of Meta-Human Training, but after Bells started shifting accidentally, they agreed that training was a good idea. He’s been going to the training program for the past three summers, but he’d been waitlisted this year. Yesterday, Bells got a message assuring him there was a spot for him if he wanted to take it—and he did.

  “Aerial City is so far, Bells,” Jess says, frowning.

  Technically, Bells won’t be in Aerial City. He doesn’t know exactly where the Meta-Human Training Center is; no one does. But his hovertrain ticket is for Aerial City, and he’ll be picked up there to go to the training center.

  “Yeah, but i
t will be cool! I hear that all the buildings are built right into the trees.” Bells imagines giant trees, living and growing around stout little buildings on the ground. He hasn’t had time to go through the holopages the training center sent him about Aerial City. He’s been busy trying to finish his duties at his family’s restaurant and their farm, and packing.

  “You better call us every night! I want to hear everything about what it’s like!” Emma says.

  “Don’t forget about us,” Jess says. Alarm flits across her face. “Brendan, what are you—oh no, oh no—sorry, gotta go put this out, bye!”

  Jess’ holo blinks and disappears.

  Bells laughs. After last week’s incident with the pineapple, Jess’ little brother Brendan is restricted to only non-flammable experiments. Apparently he’s taking advantage since their parents are out of town this weekend.

  “Ten credits says Jess comes back with no eyebrows again,” he says, snickering.

  Emma snorts. “One eyebrow, and make that twenty credits.”

  They grin at each other until the joke doesn’t seem so funny. He won’t be able to laugh and joke with Emma for the whole summer. He’ll have access to the Net, but holocalls are strictly prohibited due to the secrecy of the location.

  Emma sighs. “Okay, when do you have to leave? We should hang out before you go. Jess has been going on and on about Vindicated 5. It just came out. Do you have time for a movie?”

  “Em, I’m leaving in an hour.”

  “What?”

  The data exchange device beeps with the low-battery warning; Bells was too caught up with packing to charge it. He plops the slim device into the dock on his desk.

  The DED expands Emma’s hologram until her indignant face is life-size. He gestures at the pile of clothing he’s had varying degrees of success stuffing into his duffel bag. “See? Packing.”

  “You can’t leave without saying goodbye!”

  “That’s why I called? To say goodbye?” Bells says, but Emma’s hologram blips and disappears.

  He flicks at the projection to call Emma back, but she doesn’t pick up.

  Bells scowls, then turns on the desktop projector. The gleaming keyboard projects onto his desk and hums to life, and the DED buzzes, signaling its transition from mobile mode to desktop mode. Holos from all of Bells’ open programs are thrown in the air: the book he was reading for Meta-Human Training, some pages on the Net of old art gallery archives, the group chat with Emma and Jess, and his main messages.

  Bells cracks his knuckles and opens a new message.

  He’s in the middle of typing a ridiculous, over-flowery essay about how he’ll miss his best friend and looking up sonnets to prove how sappy he can be, when his dad knocks on his door.

  “I still have ten minutes before we have to leave!” Bells says.

  “Yeah, that, and also—” Nick Broussard winks at him and steps aside.

  Emma bursts into Bells’ bedroom and flings her arms around him. She barely reaches up to his shoulder, so her face smashes into his chest.

  “Five minutes,” Nick mouths before closing the door and heading downstairs.

  “Aw, no, this is why I just wanted to call, Em. If you cry, then I’m gonna cry, and it’s gonna be a huge mess.”

  “I’m gonna miss you so much.” Emma’s voice is muffled. She squeezes him tighter. “I can come visit you.”

  Bells’ heart jumps. “I—that—” that would be nice, he doesn’t say. If he was actually going to a summer art program, it would be amazing for Emma to visit. They could go around the city, just the two of them, eat strange foods on terraces and see the wonders of Aerial City together, like the tourists who flock there for the sun and the sea and the… romance.

  He reluctantly slips out of the hug and steps back. He takes her hands in his and squeezes them. Her brown eyes are bright.

  “I’d like that,” Bells says. “But, um, it’s a very strict program. We’re not supposed to leave the campus other than for field trips. Outside influences and all that. It’s a very rigorous schedule. I’m sorry; I wish you could visit.”

  “You’ll call me and Jess every night, though?”

  “Yes, of course. And messages and everything. Look, there isn’t even a time difference. It’ll be over before you know it. You have volleyball practice every day, and Jess will probably come to a lot of them—”

  “You mean all of them, so she can moon over Abby.”

  Bells snickers. “Seriously, that crush of hers is ridiculous. She ever gonna try talking to the girl?”

  Emma laughs. “Maybe one of these days she’ll make eye contact.” She sniffs, wipes her eyes, and smiles at Bells. “You’re right. It’ll be fine, like last summer when I got grounded for a month after I crashed my moms’ car.”

  “See? And it all worked out. We talked every day even though we weren’t supposed to hang out. It’ll be fine,” Bells repeats. “And you also have all your fancy prep classes, and I can’t believe you’re taking a college-level ecology and evolutionary science class—”

  “Hey, I like science, and we don’t have any of those programs at our school—”

  “Nerd,” Bells says fondly.

  “Don’t get a big head, okay, Bells? Going off to the city, hanging out in galleries. You’re probably gonna meet some museum director who’s absolutely impressed with your work, and then they’re gonna whisk you off for art shows, and you’re gonna become famous and never have time for your small-town friends again.” Emma sighs dramatically, places her hands on her hips, and shakes her head.

  “Oh, yeah.” Bells holds back a laugh. “I’ll be the most famous artist in the Collective and become so rich that I can travel all over the world. And I’ll be like, ‘who were those girls I used to know back in that little desert town… oh, Jemma and… Ess…’”

  Emma snorts. “That one got away from you, didn’t it?”

  “I was gonna switch the letters and then… yeah, it did.”

  They laugh, and the moment stretches until Bells is hyper-aware of how close they’re standing. Emma’s lips quirk up, and details jump out at him: the pinkness of her lips; how her hair falls into her eyes; the way their hands look, fingers intertwined, brown and black skin together.

  Bells always wondered if this would happen, if they’d just flow naturally into a romance. Still, he’s not prepared. He has to leave for the whole summer and is he really going to tell Emma he loves her now?

  It’s all he can think about: the warmth of her hands in his, her proximity. Emma steps closer. She looks up at him. Her lips part—

  Bells’ DED buzzes with an incoming call and vibrates furiously on the charging port balanced on the edge of the desk, until the entire thing falls over. The multiple holograms projected onto Bells’ desk disappear. A new hologram projects, sideways, onto the floor, and an image of Jess forms. She’s covered in soot and catching her breath.

  Bells and Emma let go and spring back. It’s not weird that they were holding hands; Jess wouldn’t think it’s weird, but she’d definitely think something was up if Bells acted like it was weird that they were holding hands. Maybe he should move—

  “Okay, I’m back! Oh, hey, Emma! Wait, why am I sideways? Did your DED fall off its dock again?”

  Emma runs her hand through her hair. “Yeah, it did; you know he never leaves it in a stable place.” She glances at Bells and then back at Jess’ hologram. “I, ah, just came over to say bye to Bells. Did you know he has to leave today?”

  “What? Nooo, I’m babysitting. I can’t leave.” Jess moans. “I want to come see you off. Are you taking the train? I guess if I take Brendan with me we can—đi ăn cứt, Brendan, seriously. I’m trying to say bye to Bells, can you not—Brendan, I’m serious, not the house programming—” she looks to her right and then back at them. “I’m so sorry. I think the basement is on fire now. I love
you, and have a great time in Aerial City, okay? Call me when you get there!”

  The hologram disappears. Emma is only a few feet away, but she might as well be on the other side of the room. Had he imagined their almost-kiss?

  He steps forward…

  “Bells, we’ve got to leave now or we’re gonna be late for the train!” his dad calls.

  “Sorry, I gotta…” Bells stuffs the rest of his clothes in the duffel. Emma turns the bag on its side and sits on it so Bells can zip it closed. Huffing a bit, he picks it up. “Thanks for coming over, Em.”

  Emma follows him out into the hall. Bells’ parents and his brothers are already waiting by the car. Bells can’t ask one of them to stay behind so Emma can come along. It’s better this way, he guesses. He doesn’t want to say goodbye to her in front of them.

  Bells goes for one last hug, and Emma sighs, squeezing him.

  “Hey,” she blurts. “What Jess said. Me too.”

  “Definitely. I’ll call you when I get there.”

  “Yeah,” Emma says quietly. “That.”

  Bells is squished in the back seat between his two older brothers, who keep trading glances while his parents chat about the farm. It’s an hour drive to Las Vegas, an hour more of teasing, but Andover doesn’t have its own hovertrain stop. While Bells could have taken the bus, his family wanted to see him off properly.

  “Did you have a nice goodbye with your girlfriend, little bro?” Sean asks, knocking his shoulder against Bells playfully.

  “Emma’s not my girlfriend.” Bells folds his arms and scowls.

  “Sure she isn’t.” Simon laughs, elbowing Bells. “She just came over because she’ll miss you so much,” he says, his voice high-pitched and syrupy sweet.

  “Oh, Bells,” Sean says in falsetto, “I love you so much; call me every night when you’re gone!”

  “Stop it,” Bells says, but his brothers are on a roll, and there’s no stopping them now as the Emma impressions get more and more ridiculous.

  “Oh, stop teasing your brother,” his dad says. With his broad shoulders and deep, gruff voice, Nick Broussard might seem an imposing figure, but he’s got a soft spot for his kids, especially Bells, his youngest, although Bells could do without the babying—from any of his family.