Well, this is my first posted story. It takes place in the second season of X-Men Evolution. Please take note that I do not own the X-Men, but Alaya Robbins is not created by Marvel, I created her.

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Pietro Maximoff is the cutest guy in the whole world, I thought. No, not the world… the UNIVERSE.

History was always so boring for me before he transferred to Bayville high. He had he cutest smile that he was always flashing and his eyes were the same color as the sky… a deep, beautiful azure blue. But it was his hair that I loved the most, because it was silver, shiny, pretty silver that was perfect all the time. I liked him… scratch that, I LOVED him. So many times I would glance at him while the teacher droned on about something boring like WWII, and there he would be, paying attention to the window, like he longed to be free. Then Lance, my best friend, would poke me in the ribs and I would jump and he would cackle ever so evilly at my crush. My love. My….

The bell rang that Tuesday a bit earlier than usual, for an assembly was planned to greet the new PRINCIPAL KELLEY, (DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNN!!!) because the previous Dictator Darkholme left without forwarding address. Lance and I had a theory that Darkholme was an evil witch and she flew off on an uncontrollable broomstick and now she is stuck in a tree with a few cows in Kansas somewhere (Toto, oh Toto! I don't think we're in Bayville anymore!!!). Though I continued thinking Lance knew a bit more than he was letting on to me…

"Yo, Alaya," Lance said, pokeing me again. He just loved doing that, I thought. "You aren't paying attention. I'm gonna be over there with the guys."

He pointed near the doors of the auditorium, where Freddie Dukes, Todd Tolanski (another good friend of mine), and GASP PIETRO were waiting.

"Oh- okay," I said, a bit shakily, and after being picked on unmercifully for a few minutes, I made my way up to the top seats and sat down a few feet away from a couple of boys who I thought were called Kurt Wagner and Evan Daniels, but I wasn't really sure. Somehow I knew… Then, I lost it, a thought about a watch trailing off into the infinite void of my mind, for I was staring at Pietro, Dream of Dreams.

Then, a blur of images blasted through my head, words, voices, so confusing! I felt a pain in my head like never I had felt before, and I tasted blood- my nose was bleeding. I felt things moving in and out of my head, as though all the voices were literally coming in through one ear and exiting the other.

"Some test today, huh?" "Too many colors, which one should I pick?" "Chocolate of Vanilla ice cream for the party?" "Unglablich! There he goes again. Like that dented Verdamte beetle in that movie Scott showed me…"

I nearly screamed. How could so many people sound so close? I got up and shoved my way down to the floor and left. The last thing I heard as the auditorium doors slammed shut behind me was Lance's voice- "Alaya! Alaya, where are you going?!"

At lunch that day I felt a bit better. At least voices weren't passing through my head at top speed anymore. I picked at my food and suddenly realized Lance was trying to get my attention.

"Alaya, why'd you run off earlier? You missed the coolest show. The scoreboard, like, almost fell on the principal."

"I had a headache," I said. Just a little fib.

"It looked like a lot more than a headache," Lance muttered. "C'mon, tell me what's wrong, Alaya. I'm your friend." He looked genuinely concerned, and I opened my mouth to tell him maybe a bit of my confusion when Pietro walked over.

"Mind if I sit here?" He said, sitting without waiting for an answer. I didn't mind. Scratch that. I DEFINITELY minded. Omigosh, Pietro is sitting RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! My head screamed.

Lance must have seen me turn beet red, because he said what I couldn't say. "No, I don't mind, but Alaya was just leaving. She has to get to the library to work on the history report."

I nodded and stood, picking up my tray.

"Looking good today, Alaya," Pietro called after me. I decided to faint after I left his sight to save me the embarrassment. I made my way outside and dumped my food into the garbage can, blushing furiously. I knew I had made a complete and total fool of myself. I wanted to just sink through the floor and die forever. Then it happened again as I knocked my shoulder into another girl, the same one I had knocked in the auditorium on my way up the stairs, Jean. As soon as she was done scowling at me and asking what my problem was, she left with a flip of her red hair. Boy was SHE in a bad mood. Maybe it had something to do with all of those exams she has to take today.

Hold up—how did I know that?

I rushed to the bathroom and looked in a mirror. My nose was bloody again, and my normally brown hair had a long, silvery white portion that stood out amazingly brightly. My eyes, normally blue, were green, slowly fading back to their original color.

Confirmed. Alaya Robins- Teenage Monster.