This is my first X Men fic, starts when John firsts gets to the school and goes to the end of X3. I'm focusing on John and Wendy, so I won't put alot of the movies unless it happens when they are together.
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John kicked at the hard mall floor, he had just a really bad day at a very new school. Xavier's School For the Gifted was full of 'nice' people, the people who wanted him to hide his powers, hide that he was a mutant. Sighing he pushed his brown hair out of his eyes, and managed to slam into a particularly large guy.
"Hey! Watch it, freak." The teen growled and John narrowed his eyes ready to retaliate but he didn't get the chance.
A smallarm wrapped around his, pulling him away from the conflict, "You don't really want to cause a seen do you? I mean, I wouldn't be able to finish my shopping." The soft voice belonged to a short brown haired girl, who was still leading, towards a small pretzel shop.
"I think I could have handled that," John said frustrated.
The girl smiled, "Of course you could have, but like I said; I wouldn't have been able to finish shopping."
"Why not? This isn't your problem." Pulling his arm out of hers he stepped back.
"No, but investigations would be sticky. Would you like a pretzel?" She turned to the cashier at the shop and ordered two pretzels and two slushies. "Here, follow me." She handed the slushies to John and lead him to a table in the center of the mall. "So," Handing John a pretzel and taking a slushie she started a conversation. "You not having a good day?"
"Horrible," John muttered then frowned, "Wait I don't know your name and you don't know me."
"Oh right," She laughed then stuck out her hand, "Wendy Dayton."
John looked at the hand then at Wendy, "John Allerdyce."
"John, a good name." Wendy slid forward in her chair and pealed off a piece of her pretzel, "So, John, you've had a bad day? Why?"
John shrugged taking a sip of his slushie, "New school, I don't like teachers."
Wendy laughed, "Teachers can be tough. What school?"
"I don't think you'd know it." John slouched back, he wouldn't ever see the girl again. Besides she bought him lunch.
"Try me, I practically know all the schools in the state."
John studied her for a moment, her brown hair was cut near the middle of her back and her green eyes gave a soft blue glow. She didn't seem much older than he was, fifteen. "Xavier's School for the Gifted."
Wendy shot up, "Really? I know the Professor. Is he the one you don't like?"
Shooting another frown John sat up, "You know the Professor?"
"Yep, and some of the students."
John watched her carefully, "Do you know... well, you know about us? The students... I mean..." He pulled his hair back again, frustrated.
Laughing Wendy finished her pretzel, "Yes, I know about the students." She looked down for a moment then looked back at John, "So what do you do?"
Putting his hands on the table palms up John flicked his lighter on, then made more glow in his hands, "Fire manipulation, I can't create it." He looked up to find Wendy staring at his fire like she was hypnotized or entranced.
Slowly she seemed to come out of it. "Wow," Wendy whispered as John let the fire die, "So you're a pyromaniac?"
John shrugged, "I like fire."
Suddenly she stood up and looked around, the smile that had played at her lips dissapaired, "I must go,"
"Why?"
She didn't answer but started to walked away, backwards so she was still looking at him, "Don't tell anyone about me. Alright, John?"
Confused John nodded, she was the first person to take a really interest in him, besides his power. "Ok."
"Good," She smiled again, "I'll see you here sometime."
John nodded and watched her carefully as she walked away, that was one odd bird.
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