[h1][center][b]Jason[/b][/center][/h1]

Jason was on the verge of getting into a full blown fight with the martian since he didn't seem to be listening to any sort of non violent solution. But before Jason could make a move against S'tann Jason Todd shouted at them and ordered them to get to class. Not only did he arrive, but also professor J'onn appeared and seemed to calm the angry young martian down and let Kyle go. When S'tann took off into the air Jason flipped him off while the Martian's back was facing him.

"One of these days I'm going put a crate of king grabs in his bed while he's sleeping" Jason said out loud, that Martian really knew how piss so many people off. Choosing not to disobey Mr Todd's words, Jason went back to the cafeteria to pick up his school supplies from where he left them and was glad to see his can of root beer still there and unopened. Jason quickly picked up his things and the can and headed to his next class. He opened the can and quickly drank it. When things got heated, a root beer was a good drink to cool him down, he would have much rather liked to have been drinking root beer and relaxing on a warm beach, but that wouldn't be happening here since it was cold.

His next class would be English, not something he was very much into, but he would have to take it. Well this certainly had turned out to be quite the dramatic day and the day wasn't even close to being done. Who knew what crazy things would happen next.


[h1][center][b]Mars[/b][/center][/h1]

Mars felt the weights push down upon his arms and he had to strain his muscles to keep the extremely heavy weight up. His training buddy was up next to him taunting him as a way to get him to push hard to prove him wrong.

"Ya! come on, come on! Push those muscles! Come on bitch! COME ON BITCH!" the big muscular black teenager who was named Jake shouted as he held a stop watch that was had the clock counting down.

"Ten more seconds! Don't be a pussy! You can do it! I'll break your face open if you drop those weights too early! I'll make you scream like a little girl!" he shouted and after what seemed like a minute the clock's alarm went off. Mars put down the weights and relaxed his muscles.

"Woo! Yeah baby! Three fucking minutes!" Mars cheered and felt like a boss. 

"Damn strait bro! You keep this up then you'll be stronger than that pussy in the red cape" Jake said to him, he was referring to Superman. Mars didn't dislike the Man of Steel, but Jake was one of the metahumans who thought that more rough justice was the solution to everything.

"Yeah, that will be a great day" he replied as he wiped his sweaty face with a towel and then moved on to the punching bag. The punching bag was his way of keeping up his skill in boxing and punching. Boxing would be his main method of fighting crime as well as tackling like a pro football player. 

"Hay how about a sparing match?" Jake asked.

"Sure" Mars answered and the two of them went over to a sparring ring after they put on boxing gloves. Both of them were experienced in a ring and were sure that they would give one another a great challenge.

"Don't cry when I knock your ass on the ground" Jake said as he began to circle him using quick footwork. Mars just chuckled and kept his eyes focused on his opponent.

"Just try to not get your butt kicked this time" Mars taunted and Jake took a swing at him. Mars rose his right arm to block the oncoming and retaliated with a powerful left jab to the teenager's face. Mars felt so great when he was either boxing or playing football, they were the two things that he was born for. When he would eventually fight villains, he would imagine them to be his opponents in a boxing match or an opposing football team and he would give them everything had if the challenge was tough enough. This sparring would do wonders for their physical development.