Hola. It's your friendly neighborhood kittenstanley, I really enjoy all these high school fics being written, so I decided to write one. But I'm doing something a little different:
It's Raven centric.
Boom! Mind explosion!
Some pairings will appear later.
The song used is 1940 by The Submarines.
BTW: My fic 30 words will be updated as soon as my beta gets back to me.
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Beep Beep.
Raven groaned and clumsily turned off her alarm clock. Oh great she thought another day at Xavier Academy. She willed herself to get out of bed then awkwardly stumbled to her bathroom, and braced herself from the light seeping through the window. She splashed water on her face and turned on the radio in an attempt to wake up.
Something's wrong when you regret,
Things that haven't happened yet
But it's a glorious day when the morning comes
Without the feeling of alarm.
At least it's a good song. She thought as she brushed her long blond hair. She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. Raven had never liked how she looked. Ever since she was a kid, she would pick apart little things she didn't like about herself. Today it was her hair; too blond, too long, and too plain.
"Raven!" She was snapped back in to reality when she heard her cousin call her name from downstairs.
"Be down in a minute, Moira!" She ran back to her room and quickly pulled on her favorite dress. After one last makeup check, Raven ran downstairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning." Moira smiled.
"Sorry it took me so long, I had trouble getting out of bed this morning." Raven smiled and sat down at the small kitchen table.
"I know the feeling." Moira giggled and handed Raven a bowl of cereal.
"How much more time do we have before we have to get to school?"
"Uh, about five minutes."
"Crap." Raven started shoveling cereal in to her mouth.
"Come on!" Moira scrambled to get ready.
"Grab my bag!" She pulled on her shoes and set her dish in the sink.
"Got it!" They both giggled and ran out the door.
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"Rae! Where have you been?" Raven's best friend greeted her at the door.
"Sorry, Angel. I slept in." She hugged her.
Angel and Raven had been best friends since third grade. A lot of people liked Angel for her looks, but the people that knew her before all that liked her for her unique personality. Angel was popular, a cheerleader for the school team, the fighting wolverines. Angel was the school flirt, with girls and boys. But angel was also cynical, sarcastic, and pessimistic. One minute she'll be cheering on the team, next she'll whisper to Raven about how she thinks the team will definitely lose, even if the team was winning by fifty points. Raven loved her no matter what she did or what she said, they were best friends and Raven couldn't wish for anything more than that.
Moira's voice snapped her out of thoughts. "Oh no."
"What is it?" She asked.
"It's that Sean guy." Moira whispered pulling them to a back wall. "He's had a thing for me since eighth grade."
"Wait. Sean is a freshman you're a senior, why is he chasing a girl that much older than him?" Raven was a little perplexed.
"Maybe he just wants a cougar." Angel giggled; Moira shot her a nasty look. "Oh, come on, Sean is adorable. He's like a little puppy. Sweet, loyal, likes to lick random things." She burst in to loud laughter. Moira hit her arm.
"Not cool."
That's when Charles Xavier spotted them and walked toward them.
"Why are you guys hiding?" He said in his British accent.
"Shh, Charlie, Moira is hiding from Sean." She pulled her other best friend to the wall, where they were hiding.
"Groovy." He muttered sarcastically. Raven quietly giggled.
Raven and Charles had been friends since they were three, best friends since they were ten. Charles and his mother had moved to Westchester from England to live with his new stepfather, and made a friend instantly. Raven and Charles were close as could be, they went through tears, laughs, trips to the hospital, and they had pretty much seen each other grow up.
Charles was relatively shy for most of his life, until he started hanging out with Raven and Angel. After a few months of hanging out with Angel, he flirted with every girl and tried to make the whole school laugh. He never succeeded in any of his efforts; he was just too…Charles. That was the only word Raven could find to describe him. He was nerdy, a member of the chess team, an almost expert in genetics, and could quote every line from Star Wars. He wore cardigans, wool blazers, and slacks most of the time. But he also had that British smoothness, the one where girls would ask him to say things over and over again because of his accent, and his stepfather owning the school didn't hurt. He was Charles. That was the only word that could describe him. Raven couldn't complain at all, he was her best friend.
"That word drives me crazy." Moira scolded him.
"Sorry, miss valedictorian." He attempted to flirt with her.
She growled at him while Angel and Raven stifled giggles.
Moira was this year's valedictorian, as always. She got straight A's, was captain of almost every club, and a senior. Moira was desired by colleges, clubs, and boys. But she had one dream: To work for the C.I.A. She had always loved criminology, ever since she was a kid and saw the first episode of Veronica Mars. But being as popular as Moira was, she had many unwanted suitors. Number one on that list was Sean Cassidy and making his way on to the list, Charles Xavier at number two.
"Well, I have to go to chess club." He said, moving away from their hiding spot.
"Nerd." Raven smirked as Angel giggled.
"Hey, there are cool kids in chess club!"
"Like who?" Angel asked.
"Hank McCoy." Charles wiggled his eyebrows at Raven. She scoffed, but anyone could tell she was blushing a little bit. "Erik Lehnsherr." Raven's face started to look like a tomato. "Alex Summers." He sent a suggestive look to Angel, who rolled her eyes. "And let's not forget Emma Frost." Moira sent him a nasty look. He grinned then turned around and walked down the hall.
"That boy is going to be the death of us." Moira muttered as the bell rang.
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