I wish I could say I'm not scoping out the bank I'm meant to rob come Saturday morning but, alas, this is my life now. The pieces of garbage forcing me to do this are waiting across the street atop the rooftop of an apartment building. At least Kane is there as well. Although he has to treat me like shit in front of the others, I feel better knowing he's on my side.

So, while they wait patiently for my return, I'm supposed to check out the inside to make sure the blueprints they had were right. Obviously, I'm the best option for this particular job but, after what I heard between Clover (he never told me their names so it's best I go with the nicknames) and Kane the other day, their gang or whatever doesn't "own" or "work" in this part of town. Seems it is best if they aren't seen so might as well send the invisible boy to scope everything out. Lucky me.

Clarity Bank is more upscale than others I've seen. It's in a nicer part of town, even the customers seem higher class with expensive looking attire and jewelry. I'm not surprised they picked this place, not to mention Kane seemed hesitant with the plan. They probably have pretty nice security, which is proven correct when I see two armed security guards standing just inside the glass doors.

I follow an elderly woman through, slipping by people so they don't run into an "invisible wall." Inside is even nicer with a dazzling chandelier overhead and some sort of marbled flooring. The bank is pretty busy with some customers following office workers into bank offices while others are going up to the tellers. No one notices me slipping behind the counters or traversing the offices upstairs.

From what little I can remember of the blueprint, everything seems to be right. I find the vault, safe, whatever one wishes to call it, very easily. I stand there for a moment watching people walk by until one finally has to open it to hand out more cash to the tellers. Peaking my head inside, I find far more cash than expected.

Now days most people use online banking, credit or debit cards. I didn't actually think banks held a lot of cash on site but, this is a bank for a bit more of an upscale area. I suppose more people equals more chances of someone wanting cash. There's also the fact that Clover claimed there will be even more brought in Friday night since a bunch of workers want to cash their checks on Saturdays. This only makes me hope even more that the plan with Kane works. I don't want those idiots getting their hands on any of this.

So, after about an hour of walking the entire building and checking the multiple exits I've been told about, I finally leave. My head's starting to hurt a little, which is odd since being invisible this long hasn't bothered me before. The stress must actually be getting to me but I manage to remain unseen all the way back to the rooftop.

"What did I tell you guys? Piece of cake," Clover says when I appear at their sides. Mop Head and Blondie are grinning from ear to ear. "So, what'd it look like in there?"

"Fine. Everything is where it should be," I answer begrudgingly. The expressions on their faces tell me they are having more fun teasing me than thinking about the robbery. That's fucked up and I hate them even more now.

"Now that we've got that checked out, freak, come 'ere. There's something more we gotta talk about." Clover doesn't wait for me to walk over. Instead, he grabs me by the collar of my shirt and tugs me to his side. I stumble forward but he keeps me upright with his grip.

"What is it?" I grumble. Once again, Clover swings his arm over my shoulders. I hate it when he does that. He's far too close.

"See now, there is a chance this won't work and the ones that are at a disadvantage are us," Clover explains, which I already knew. Technically, I can't really get caught. No one is going to see me. "So, Saturday we are leavin' the moment you go in, got it?"

I nod, although I don't see why he's telling me this. Either way, the car has to be waiting for me.

"I don't want you thinkin' cause we ain't here that you can pull one over on us. Believe me when I say your mom will find herself in a rather unpleasant position should you try to fuck this up on purpose."

"I am well aware of that. You have made my position abundantly clear."

Clover grins triumphantly, which makes my insides churn. I'm even more motivated to give him a good punch to the face Saturday morning. Please let this plan work and please let me give them all a good ass kicking. After all this shit, they deserve it.

Thankfully I'm not kept by them much longer after that. Mom is getting suspicious of me too considering that every night I've been gone this week. She has texted me quite a few times in the last hour. I gave her a blatant lie about being at the movies, which is going to fuck me over since I'm sure she's going to ask what I went to see once I get home. Whatever, I don't have time to be thinking about any of this.

As if the universe is testing me, I'm met by a situation on the way home that has me stopping dead in my tracks.

I feel the need to shout deja vu or at least take note of the similarities. There's a man dressed in a long sleeved hoodie and a baseball cap slipping into a nearby car garage. In his right hand I can barely see the end of some type of pipe or crowbar. He has the rest of it up his hoodie pocket and, if someone else saw him, they probably wouldn't have noticed but I've messed with hooligans enough to know what stupid tricks they use.

Immediately, I think of Clover and how I got myself into this whole mess. Happened to see a thug breaking into a car and now here I am trapped by that thug. Now I see a guy obviously up to no good so, what do I do?

Do I really have the time or energy to do anything? Not to mention, what if this one happens to see me too?

I'm reminded of my talk with Kane. He asked me if I planned on continuing. I said yes but now I'm not so sure. My nerves are eating away at me, screaming that I could mess this up too and get into even more trouble. My heart's racing in ways it didn't before. Reality has slammed into me hard and now...

I turn and walk away. I pretend like I didn't see anything and act like the guilt isn't eating away at me. My hands dig into my pants pockets, which I start to pinch the fabric of between my fingers because I feel unbelievably jittery. But the more I walk away the slower my steps get until I come to a halt over a block away.

People are walking by me in the street unaware of my inner turmoil. Hell, I'm unaware of it because there's no thoughts, nothing that really clicks in my head that says anything. No, all that happens is I slip into an alley, double check no one is around and disappear before heading right back to the parking garage.

There's a brief moment where I ask myself what makes me think I can keep this up without getting into more trouble but that question is never answered. I find the thug easily, maybe punch him a few times than necessary and watch him run off in fear. The car is safe, he didn't manage to steal anything and, somehow, I feel a thousand times better.

Somehow. No, maybe it's not somehow but, obviously, I feel better.

Because that's what I said to Kane and that's what I feel now, this is what's right. I went down this path of doing good, of helping out even if I'm not getting anything out of it other than knowing I helped out. I could have been like Clover and his gang but I'm not. I'm me. I'm the invisible boy that is going to continue using his powers for good...even if sometimes they get me into more than I can handle.

Maybe that makes me a naïve idiot. Maybe that makes me a fool. Maybe it makes me a lot of things but it sure as hell doesn't make me disappointed. I'm proud, proud of myself and what I have accomplished and what I will continue to accomplish because this plan is going to work. I will make it work. I will do whatever it takes to fix this and I will continue to do whatever it takes to continue being me.