Author's Note: Welcome to another fanfic brought by yours truly. This is a fanfic based on the Nickelodeon sitcom "The Thundermans". I have been so obsessed with the show no matter how cheesy the whole plot line is and I've noticed that not a lot of people are talking about it. I've been inspired to write a story about the said show while I was writing my other story, Long Live the Boy-King, but I grew hesitant at first because the former had slow updates. (sorry) Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this new story I've made and please feel free to leave any comments and suggestions. I do not own the Thundermans, btw.

Don't Even Say It

Chapter One: She's Probably a Nerd

MAX

Being in a family of superheroes has been the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I know that I stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone knows it. I am nothing compared to my parents. Dad may be the most well-known superhero not only in Metroburg but all around the world. Possessing super strength doubled with his abilities to fly, he sure did put a stop to a lot of crimes back in his days. But old age wore him out. His blonde hair now turned gray, his lean body now a blob of fat from all the meat he has consumed. But there's still some spark in dad. He still has this natural urge for him to help people even in the littlest way possible. Mom was beautiful. Is beautiful, rather. Yeah, she now has a few extra lines on her forehead and crinkles on her face but she's still beautiful. Plus, when she's in rage, expect thunderstorms. Literally, thunderstorms. During her youth, she was known as Electress, saving people one lightning at a time. Lowers electric bills, too. Mom still does that, being a superhero. But her powers are mostly seen in a, well, more mom way. Her cooking is absolutely perfect and the house is well-kept. When one of us gets sick, she always makes sure that a bowl of chicken noodle soup is served. Then, there are my siblings. Phoebe, my twin sister who is the total opposite of me. We do share the same powers, of course: freeze and fire breath, telekinesis, super intelligence, and even the thunder sense. But she always gets good grades, I don't. She's a goody-two-shoes, I'm not. She's kind, passionate, and determined, I'm not. At least, that's what I want people to think. After all, if I'm going to be a future supervillain, might as well start early. And even if I did try to be just like her, I'm still not going to be as good as she is. I don't intend to be. I'm happy the way I am. Chloe, Billy, and Nora are too young to be taken seriously. I still love them, though, even if they are so annoying sometimes.

My family isn't perfect but everyone loves one another. The reason why I think it's the worst thing that has ever happened to me? Because someday, when I do pursue to be a supervillain, everyone will probably disregard me, saying that it's still just a phase. But it's what I'm good at. I'd like to think that I will be someone important someday. But sometimes I can't help but think that I am a big disappointment and I would be a bigger one in the future. As long as my last name is Thunderman.

"Max, please put your feet off the table." I obeyed Mom and hurriedly removed my feet from the table, fixing my posture as well while eating my cereal. It's the first day of junior high and I can't wait… NOT. I mean, yes, I do like hanging out with my friends and band mates, making fun of teachers and clumsy students, but there's something about summer that I would surely miss. For instance, I don't have to sit in and listen to my teacher rant about quadratic equations or do stupid physics inventions. But all jokes aside, I loved this year's summer. I had a lot of time drawing some blueprints for my new inventions, enjoyed my solitude in the lair, and finally managed to get away from my siblings' constant babbling. Sadly, it ended earlier than I expected. I guess time does fly fast when you're enjoying yourself.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Phoebe put the back of her hand on my forehead, making me stop chewing on my cereal. "Uhh… What are you doing?" I asked Phoebe, still surprised by her sudden presence. I looked at her and saw confusion on her face.

"You're so quiet ever since summer came and you're not whining that you're sick to skip school. Who are you and what did you do to Max Thunderman?" she shouted before laughing hard. "But seriously, are you feeling fine? Did you finally decide it's time to stop all this supervillain nonsense?"

"It's not funny, Phoebe." I rolled my eyes at her. I never drink the milk after I finish the bits of my cereal, so I grabbed my plate and put it on the sink before looking for a water bottle in the fridge. "The reason why I've been this quiet is because I have been building various gadgets and gizmo to take over the world." I paused as I sip from my bottle and for dramatic effect. "And for pranks I'll pull when school starts." It was her turn to roll her eyes but in a more teasing manner.

Dad walked in to the kitchen by the time I grabbed my backpack. "Hey, you guys want a ride to school?" he offered while scavenging for food. Phoebe quickly responded with an enthusiastic 'yes'.

"I have to pass because it's never cool when people from my school recognizes you as my dad." Dad and Phoebe looked at each other. She raised an eyebrow at me, clearly agreeing with my statement but knowing Phoebe, she wouldn't change her mind. After all, a car ride is better than taking the bus. Cheaper and faster. "And because I already have my motorcycle, remember?" Three months after Phoebe and I turned sixteen, I applied for a learner's license and passed. During our last two months in sophomore year I had an online job, moderating Metroburg's official website that carried on until the last week of summer, which paid me a fair amount of money I used to save up for a secondhand motorcycle. Oyster helped me out with that since his uncle was a mechanic.

"Right, of course. But please be careful, Max. And go straight to school, for goodness' sake. I don't want you being tardy or absent again for some dumb reason." Dad was stern with his rules and even though I don't listen to half of what he says, I still respect him. He's still my dad. Instead of spitting out a comeback, I just rolled my eyes and smirked at him. He nudged Phoebe on the shoulder and said, "Well, come on now, Pheebs. I still need to drive Billy and Nora to school after I drop you off." Phoebe hurriedly picked up her backpack and exited via the back door. I headed to the opposite exit and grabbed my helmet from the coffee table. I mounted my motorcycle and waited for the minivan to exit the driveway before I followed it behind like a convoy. The drive to school wasn't long at all. When Dad dropped Phoebe off, I took a turn towards the school's parking lot and parked on one of the shady spots, securing my ride before entering the school.

The main hall looked the same except for a few new faces. Freshmen and transferees. The lockers were painted according to year level. Freshmen get green, sophomores yellow, red for juniors, and seniors fashion blue. I made my way to my assigned locker and proceeded to fill it with my usual school stuff: books, notes, cologne, grooming kit with extra clothes, a stink bomb, whoopee cushion, and other prank materials.

"Hey, man." I turned around to see Oyster smiling at me while sporting his usual bad boy look consisting of a leather jacket and spiky hair.

"Hey, Oyster. Nice seeing you," I said while we shook hands and gave each other a hug. "Where are the others?" I asked. He told me that they were still on their way to school. We exchanged our class schedules and found out that we have Algebra and Biology together. At least those boring subject won't be as boring now since I could pull pranks together with Oyster and some of the guys. Those hours would be tolerable, at least.

We received our summer stories for later when the bell rang indicating the start of classes. I have English for first period. Oh I can't wait to read literary materials for this year again… NOT.

PHOEBE

Max and I were never close despite being twins. That's a common misconception among twins; just because we were birthed at the same time doesn't mean we share the same interests or even get along. But he's still my brother and sometimes, though he never tries, he could be nice. I know, he still has this supervillain mentality but I believe he will still change no matter how much he denies it. Max is total jerk but he's not heartless. And he's still a Thunderman.

"Thanks for the ride, Dad. Drive safe." Dad beeped as he drove away. I gave him a little wave before entering the main hall. Nothing much changed in Hiddenville High over the course of the summer except for the locker colors. And the number of students. Seeing a familiar blonde in the distance, I hurriedly made my way to my best friend who was stuffing her locker with books and other essentials. "Cherry!" She quickly turned around at the sound of my voice and jumped up and down when she realized it was me.

"Pheebs! I'm so glad to finally hang out with you again. And guess what? We're still locker neighbors!" We squealed like little girls in the middle of the hallway earning strange and irritated looks from people around us. We stopped immediately when we noticed the stares and I proceeded to fill my own locker with stuff.

"Anyway, what's new? You know anything good to share?" I asked her while hanging a small mirror on my locker door. Below it, I fixed a calendar for my deadlines. This is a useful tip I once read on a magazine when I was on fifth grade and it was the best thing I've learned to do. I never missed out on my assignments, not that I did before. But still, at least I have a record of schedules.

"Well," Cherry started. "I don't really know any of the freshmen," she said while handing me her schedule. We have Physics, first period, and Algebra after lunch which means, I'll be meeting Max, too, during that period. "Oh, there's a new girl by the way, from Beetlepen, California. Her name is Vanessa Golden. I haven't met her yet but she's a junior, too."

We don't get a lot of transferees here in Hiddenville High because this school isn't the best, I'm not gonna lie. A new face would be cool. I hope she isn't mean. I haven't heard of Beetlepen, California, though. This girl sure is a mystery. Cherry and I didn't talk more after that. Instead, we both grabbed our Physics books and proceeded to first period when the bell rang.

Mr. Beamton is our assigned Physics teacher this year. He's quite young to be a teacher. Maybe in his early twenties, sporting a long-sleeved gray shirt, jeans, and Nikes, he seems cool. A lot of uppermen say that he is patient with students but when you mess with him and not take his subject seriously, he will not hesitate giving you a failed grade. I should be careful with him. I never get a low grade and I'm not planning to get one, ever. "Alright, juniors, welcome to Physics. I am, as the board says, Mr. Francis Beamton, or just Mr. Beamton, and I will be your teacher in this subject." He started enthusiastically. So far, I think this year will be interesting. He seems chill which is nice. "But before I start, I would like to introduce to you to our new student all the way from Beetlepen, California, Ms. Vanessa Golden." That's the new girl Cherry was talking about. "Ms. Golden, please stand up and say hi to your new classmates."

Mr. Beamton pointed at the farthest seat, the one closest to the motor cabinets. All eyes turned to the new girl. "Hi," Vanessa said carefully. She has a black headband on her pink hair, dark eyes behind thick-framed glasses, and was wearing a yellow vintage dress partnered with cream-colored flats. I never expected her to be so… vintage-y. Of course, her hair wasn't but it suits her. She looks like a conservative rock star. I looked around and saw almost all of the boys wide-eyed and mouth agape as they look at her. Even some of the girls! She is beautiful and cool and seems nice so I wouldn't see why it's wrong to have that kind of reaction. "I'm Vanessa. Nice to meet you." She said it quickly it was hardly audible and sank back to her seat the moment she finished. All eyes were still on her making her blush beet red, looking down on her notebook.

"Okay, all eyes here in front now, guys. You can converse with Ms. Vanessa later on." Mr. Beamton started asking us how summer went by and shared a few jokes with the students that are, surprisingly, genuinely funny. He continued conversing with us while he drew a diagram and wrote some instructions on the board.

"She is really pretty and she seems nice," Cherry said quietly while Mr. Beamton wasn't looking. I gave her a smile and nodded at her. "Maybe we can talk to her later and offer her to sit with us during lunch." I gave her another nod and said I agreed to her idea. Meeting the new girl was great, jaw-dropping, really, and being her friend would be so cool.

Cherry coughed softly and turned towards the board when Mr. Beamton placed his chalk down. "So, let's get something straight here, guys. I try my best to communicate with you students. I don't want you leaving my class and telling yourselves 'Mr. Beamton is the worst and his subject is the worst', no. I want you all to learn and see the application of Physics in real life. But…" he emphasizes the 'but' loud enough to make the whole room freeze. "But… I don't want you slacking off on my works and experiments because I will give you a failing grade if you don't shape up. Understood?" Everyone mumbled a 'yes sir'. "Good. So, let's start. Let's dig down those brains of yours. Under your desks, you will find a broken motor. With the instructions here on the board and the other stuff inside your desks, I want you all to fix this motor and get creative with it. Put in designs and innovations, whatever you like and present it to me the moment you are finished. You've encountered this last year and I am expecting you still remember this." This is easy stuff. I got an A last year when I turned in my freestyle science project in this experiment. I got this. Mr. Beamton looked at his watch then at the wall clock and said, "I'm giving you twenty minutes. Your time starts now."

I quickly picked up the materials and started assembling the simple motor. Some wire here, some tape there, I'd be finished in under fifteen minutes. I focused hard on what I was doing because I really want to start earlier than the rest, it might give Mr. Beamton a good impression of me. Cherry needed help with a few things but I managed to work on my own as well. But in only five minutes, someone said "Sir, I'm done." I can't believe it! How is someone done when I am only near halfway the whole thing? Most of the students turned to me, expecting me to be the owner of the voice but I shook my head from side to side. I looked up at Mr. Beamton, whose eyebrow is raised in surprise but smile was still on his face. He made his way to the back of the class. We followed him with our eyes and saw that he was making his way towards the new girl. Vanessa was patiently waiting for Mr. Beamton to get to her table.

"That was quick, Vanessa. Are you sure you don't want more time?" She said no to him and gestured for him to take a look at her motor. "Okay, then." He connected the wires to the battery while Vanessa placed the other materials inside the case of the motor and it did move… fast. "This is impressive, Ms. Golden. You work fast and accurate. That's a five points for your class participation today. Keep it up." Vanessa smiled at him. She's perfect, smart and beautiful and nice. Oh, I really want to be her friend. Mr. Beamton told her that she could leave class early but she decided to stay and ask for any work. Mr. Beamton found the week's syllabus and handed it to her. He told her that if she has nothing else to do, she might as well list down the lessons and homeworks for this week on the board. Another five minutes passed and I finished my own setup followed by one student after another. I looked for Vanessa before the second bell rings but she already left.

English was perfect as usual. We are having the Great Gatsby for the semester's lesson. I love the Great Gatsby and I will fall in love with it more now that I'm going to read a more complex version of it. The lunch bell rang and I proceeded to my locker before going to the cafeteria and meeting with Cherry. Coincidentally, I was locker neighbors with a certain pink-haired girl. I opened my locker first before greeting her. "Hey, you're Vanessa Golden. I didn't know we were locker neighbors."

She closed her locker door before responding. "Oh, you're the girl from Physics. Your name is?"

"Phoebe. Phoebe Thunderman."

"Right. Nice meeting you, Phoebe." We shook hands and exchanged smiles. "Hey, do you want a cookie? I baked it myself. It's sort of my thing." I accepted her offer. She handed me a wrapped up bunch of cookies which I put in my bag and asked her if she wanted to come sit with us during lunch. She said yes and thanked me for inviting her.

We were supposed to go straight to the cafeteria when Gideon, one of Max's friends, stopped us and said hello to Vanessa and me, but mostly Vanessa. She introduced herself shyly. Gideon was followed by Oyster and a couple more guys introducing themselves to Vanessa. And before I knew it, there was a stampede of guys trying to be friends with the new girl.

MAX

My usual classes are boring as ever. Seriously, how could this help me in the future when my aim is to destroy the world? Physics could be of help but the sort of thing they teach us is like a first grade's lesson to me. First day of school is a total fail. The only thing that would cheer me up is food, as usual.

I stopped short on my way to the cafeteria when I saw something quite unusual. A crowd of guys all blocked one section of the main hall. The chattering, banters, and chaotic 'hellos' erupted from the group. High school students seldom rally over one thing. Free food and a shower of money would surely attract these people. What I find unusual is that majority of them are males and a few females are scattered amongst them. "Is it buffet Monday?" I asked no one in particular.

"Nope," Cherry said casually as she walked closer to me. She stopped at the sight of the growing colony of testosterone. I raised an eyebrow at her which she responded with, "There's a new girl from Beetlepen. She is extremely pretty and smart and nice."

Oh, of course. New hot kid also attracts this kind of crowd. And it surely does spark up my interest. Along with the blonde girl beside me, I walked forward and tried to push through the crowd and get a glimpse of the new girl. Alas, the boys were desperate so I had to back down and shrug at Cherry who didn't have a chance as well. "Hiddenville High sure needs more field trips. These guys act like it's their first time seeing a girl."

Within seconds of clamor, a certain brunette emerged from the pool of noisy high schoolers. It was Phoebe, my twin sister. Her brown hair all went in different places and distress was clear on her face. "Max!" she called out. "Help me pull Vanessa out of this cloud of body odor!" She was struggling beneath the stampede and did her best to pull out the arm emerging beside her.

"And what's in it for me?" I'm her evil brother, I always have conditions. My smirk faltered when Phoebe shot me a murderous glare. She always gets me with that stare. Without hesitation, I rolled my eyes at her and handed Cherry my backpack. She caught it clumsily. I reached out to grab Phoebe out of the crowd and proceeded to take the hand screaming for my help. I pulled very hard, I could feel the girl's nails digging into my skin. It took three more pulls until a full figure came slipping out of the colony. Luckily, my thundersense kicked in and I caught her just in time. My left hand was behind the girl's head, my other hand still on hers. And I felt my breath hitch.

A pair of round brown eyes behind thick frames of glasses stared up on mine in surprise. The girl's mouth was slightly agape making me feel her hot breath against my cheek. Her freckled nose was only inches away from mine. She looks normal, average for my taste, except for the pink strands of her hair tamed by a black hairband. I felt time stop for a moment then I heard her speak. "Thanks," she said flatly. I was back in my senses and I let her stand up and fix herself while Cherry handed me back my backpack. I turned around and saw Oyster and the other guys staring at me, glaring at me more, to be honest.

"Are you guys crazy? It's not like she's the only girl in the world!" I said, annoyed. I had to mess my hair for this. I had my forehead sweaty for this average looking girl and yet they think she's the perfect girl that could ever exist. My goodness. I didn't say another word to them and continued my way down to the cafeteria to eat lunch which I hope isn't as bad as last year. The lunch lady's taste buds seem to grow older by the year.

"I think you're really pretty." I heard Oyster, my best friend, say to the new girl. I rolled my eyes and looked back at him with disappointment.

"She's probably a nerd, Oyster! Don't get your hopes up."

Author's Note: Well, there ya go! That's the first chapter. Unlike my other fanfic, I will keep the following chapters of DESI a bit shorter because I think it's tiring to read a chapter with too many things going on all at once. I hope you enjoy this new fic I'm working on!