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Chapter 1

The school bell rang and kids shoved through the halls trying to be the first ones to their lockers. Through all the hustle and bustle, one teenage girl was indisposed with all the disturbances. She casually pulled her backpack strap onto her shoulder and began to walk down the aisle. Guys of all grades at the school whistled by the way she walked, swaying her hips from side to side. She got really pissed by this action. She couldn't help with the way she walked, it just happened, she wasn't trying to be sexy at all.

"Didn't your mothers teach you how to treat a girl?" A tall guy stood over the threshold of students and walked over to the petite girl. She turned around to see who had spoken up, and was very happy, her face lit up by the sight of Piotr Rasputin. He had recently transferred over from Russia, and was starting school at Bayville High.

The guys in the hall started took one look at Piotr, and frightened by his size, decided to go about their business, however, shortly afterward they began to whistle at some other girl. "Like thanks," the valley girl said. "Piotr, right?"

"Actually it is pronounced Pee-oh-ter, but you can just call me Peter." The girl laughed. "You have a beautiful laugh, what is your name?" The girl blushed deeply.

"Kitty. Kitty Pryde." She smiled.

"Kat-ya," he struggled as he said it.

"Close enough," she gave another bubbly giggle. "So, like what classes do you have? Do you need help finding anything?"

He pulled out his schedule from his pocket, and showed Kitty the various classes listed on the sheet of paper. "Ok, your first period is Art with Mr. Cabrerro. I can walk you over to his class, my first period is on the way anyways." She looked up at him, and noticed how blue his eyes were. She began to imagine swimming in the wide crystal blue ocean, where the air was warm and the sky so clear.

"That would be nice Katya," she snapped out of her day-dream and looked back at his paper, smiling.

At that instant the first bell rang and students were starting to walk to their classes. Kitty and Peter walked together in silence, every once in a while looking at each other. 'Get a grip on yourself Kitty. You barely met the guy. So what if he's sweet, cute and very, very muscular.' Kitty giggled aloud, which really seemed embarrassing to her, since there was nothing that was said or done that was funny. Peter looked at her peculiarly.

'Get a grip on yourself Peter. She looks too young. But as innocent as she is, it does not hide the fact that she is the most beautiful thing you've laid your eyes on. If I could just capture this moment, and remember it the next time I am free for painting.' He smiled at his own thoughts. 'That's exactly what I'll do.'

Kitty and Peter finally came to the Art room, and Peter was about to say his goodbye when Kitty blurted out, "Do you like eat lunch," but after she said it, her face blushed a bright red. "I mean, do you have anybody to eat lunch with." She asked nervously, her fingers twiddling.

Peter stood in the door way of the classroom. "I usually eat by myself." Kitty's head dropped in sorrow. "But, maybe I could eat a bit differently," Kitty's spirits lifted.

"That's great. Um, uh, so you can like meet me by the bench behind the school. I could introduce you to some of my friends."

"That would be very nice. Thank you." After that he walked into the room and took his seat. Kitty squealed in the hallway and then ran off to her class.

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Lunch time came around and Kitty was sitting at the table with her five best friends, that she specifically told Peter to meet.

"So Kitty, where is this friend of yours?" The southerner, Rogue asked.

"Yeah, its not like there's more than one table behind the school." Kurt said with a mouthful of Burger Bombs. Scott shook his head at him and then looked to Kitty.

"Maybe one of us can go see if we can find him," Scott suggested.

"Say Kitty, what'd you say he looked like again?" Evan looked off in the distance. Kitty looked at Evan and described Peter to him again.

"He's tall, big, black short hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean," Kitty sighed and spaced out.

"You mean, like that guy?" Evan pointed over to where he had been previously staring at.

A guy, matching Kitty's exact description, walked through the brush and finally came to their little grouping. "Sorry I am late," Rogue didn't look up at Peter but made room for him just the same. "I got lost on the way and had to ask this oddly looking frog-boy." His face morphed into a strange expression, and so did the others' at the table.

Kitty broke the awkward moment and began introducing Peter to her friend. "This is Scott and Jean," Jean happily waved and gave him a polite welcome to the school. "Over here is Kurt and Evan, the two clowns," Kurt and Evan both smiled. "Lastly but none the least, this is Rogue."

"It is nice to meet you all." His Russian accent rolled with his speech.

After the introduction was made, they resumed with their lunch, and acting as if Peter hung around with them for ages. "Peter, Kitty told me you were from Russia. What's it like over there?" Kurt started stuffing his face with a brownie.

"Russia, well . . . I used to live in Siberia on a farm in the middle of the country." Kitty began to get interested and totally ignored her conversation with Rogue about their project in science class. "I was born on the Ust-Ordinski Collective, that is near Lake Baikal," the memory of his homeland started to sting his icy blue eyes with tears. Kitty grew concerned for him.

"Is there something wrong Peter?" Kitty started consoling him. The others stopped what they were doing and stared at the two of them.

"My family . . . I had to leave them there." He told her, fighting back more tears.

"That's so sad. But don't you write to them or something?"

"I-I would not know what to say to them." He lied.

"Nonsense. Maybe I can like help you. I write to my parents all the time and call them on the phone." Peter looked perplexed at her.

"You call and write your parents?" He repeated, making sure he heard her right.

Everyone looked at Kitty, expecting her to explain everything since she let the cat out of the bag. "Oh, well, I sort of live in a boarding school," this made Peter even more confused. "Well, it's not a boarding school for me since I go here, but . . . well," her words were twisting her tongue and she couldn't think straight. "How would you like to come over, then you'll see what I mean?"

"Kitty, you're going to have to ask the professor to get permission first. Then there's a matter of getting people sorted out for that day too," Jean said in an undertone.

"Alright Jean." Kitty said back to her, annoyed. The school bell rang and everyone got up to throw away their trays. All of them went back inside the building where the swarm of students buzzed to their next classrooms. "Peter!" Kitty shouted, trying to catch up with him at the same time. "Could I have your number," he looked down at her shocked. "So I can call you after I ask my professor about having you over." This relieved him, he already had like five freshmen girls, two sophomores and eleven juniors and seniors ask him for his phone number from the moment he stepped on campus to go on a date with him or be his girlfriend. Kitty was different, she seemed more interested to be just his friend, but anyway, he couldn't give it to her.

"I'm sorry Katya, but my phone is not working for the moment. I am trying to have it fixed." He watched the halls slowly being deserted.

"Oh, that's no problem." Kitty turned her backpack over to get a pen. She took Peter's enormous hand and scribbled an eight digit number onto his palm, and then lightly blew on it to dry. "Call me later, okay." Kitty waved goodbye to him as she went to her next class. Peter just stood there for a moment, and stared at her number.