Granders is Grander with Blue!
Random title. Kurt/OC.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. Or else there would be much more drama after Rogue pushed Mystique off the cliff ! That irks me!
"Hey mutie? How's it going?" Kurt walked faster.
After not being able to open up his locker, Kurt was stranded alone in the hallway. Well, until now.
"Hey mutant! I was talking to ya!" Duncan grabbed Kurt's shoulder and flung him around to face him.
"Show him some respect, freak!" yelled one of Duncan's football buddies.
"I don't vant any trouble. Please, just let me go to class." Kurt tried to turn around, but was pulled back again.
"Fine, mutie. Just use your powers. Ditch us, and be safe. You just need to use your disgusting powers," Duncan pressed.
"You know very vell that if I used my powers you'll rat me out and I'll be suspended. I'm smarter than that."
"No, you're not." Duncan punched Kurt square in the chest. "Ready now mutie?"
"HEY!" A girl rounded the corner and saw them. Her blonde hair was in a messy ponytail, but her brown eyes were fierce. Still, wearing yellow shorts and a tucked in tank top, she didn't look that intimidating. "I'm guessing that you guys aren't best friends play fighting, so break it up, would ya?" She had a bit of a Californian 'accent'.
"Just get outta here, chick?"
"Okay, I'll leave." Kurt was surprised she went so easily, she didn't seem like that kind of person. Until she pulled out her phone as she was walking away. "Hello? Bayville police department? Some people are beating up this poor guy, could you…"
It didn't take anything else to get the guys to shove off. The girl turned back around.
"You alright?"
"Ja. But I am feeling a bit veird being rescued by a girl," Kurt smiled.
"Oh, get over yourself. It's not like I beat 'em up for ya, sexist," She joked.
"Hey!" Kurt said half-heartedly. "Thank you. My name's Kurt Vagner. Who are you?"
"My name's Dacey. Dacey Granders. Just moved here from California. By the way, why were they calling you a mutie? You can talk just fine."
"Don't you vatch the news?"
"Of course not! To me, news is when they start by saying 'Good evening,' then proceed to tell you why it isn't. I just hate hearing bad news."
"I understand. So you know nozhing about what's going on vith zhe big issue people are debating about now?"
"No, and I'd rather not know. I don't need to hear about people's issues. Well, can you show me where this class is? I've been looking for it for the past ten minutes."
"Let me see… Room 205. Zhat's right here. I've got zhe same class. You're taking German?"
"Yep. Figured if Adolf Hitler ever comes back from the dead, I might want to understand him."
"You're very odd. Did you know that?"
"Know it? I live by it." They walked into the classroom together.
"Mr. Wagner? You're very late. And who is this?"
"I'm Dacey Granders. I'm new here. Kurt was just helping me get here."
The teacher looked at the clock. "It shouldn't have taken twenty minutes to do that. Take these two seats upfront." The two followed their directions. "Miss Granders, since this is your first day, you get off easy. But Kurt, you have to put on this." She threw a very large sombrero on his head. "Ten minutes in that, and you won't ever be late again."
Dacey saw the other kid's laughter and Kurt's embarrassment. She snatched the sombrero off of his head and placed it on her own. "It was my fault he was late. I'll take it. Ole!"
Kurt looked to her with a relieved smile on his face.
Soon enough, the bell rang. As Dacey was packing up her things, Kurt stood over her desk. "Hey, um, I vas vondering if you'd like to do somezhing. I zhought ve could just hang out."
"Sure, man." She waited a few moments. " Just wondering… do you have TiVo?"
"Vell, yea. Ve got it about a month ago. Vhy?"
"Can we go to your place? I always wanted to use TiVo!"
"Vell, um, that's kind of…"
"Please?" One look at her pleading eyes and he was done.
"Okay, let's go."
"Yyyessss!" she hissed. "Let's go!" Dacey ran out of the building, pulling Kurt with her.
Umm, Professor? Kurt signaled.
Yes, Kurt?
Is it alright if a friend came over?
Does she know about…us?
Well, no.
Kurt… He warned.
But she doesn't know what mutants are altogether! I tried to talk her out of coming here but she wanted to use the TiVo, and her eyes, and well, now we're walking there.
It's alright Kurt. Just let me inform the others.
Dacey and Kurt walked through the door as soon as Kurt and the Professor ended their conversation.
"What the???"
"Mr. Logan!"
Short first chapter. And a cliffhanger. Sorry! This chapter is mostly an introductory thing. Most of the chapters will be much longer. I am NO artist! So would anyone like to draw my character Dacey Granders, or Ivory from my other story? I would absolutely love you to death and I'll make sure it gets shown to the public! Please! Do this for me! PLEASE! I would love seeing my characters brought to life. Anyways, R&R please!