X-High

*Disclaimer: I do not own any marvel characters.

Chapter 1

Scott

Scott Summers could not believe his eyes. He was surrounded by so many hormone-filled, acne-ridden teenagers that he did not know what to do with himself. It was his first day starting at Greenfield High, having transferred from his small town high school, and already he was overwhelmed.

He looked down at his schedule nervously, hoping that it would give him some sort of clue as to what to do next, but he couldn't make sense of where his classes were located. He squinted at it desperately through his ruby glasses, not seeing the especially angsty teen that he was about to walk into.

"Watch it, bub!" He snarled as Scott was knocked onto the ground. "I'm tryna walk here."

"Sorry," Scott mumbled. He felt around desperately for his glasses, keeping his eyes tight shut. He had to find them! He had already ruined whatever chance he had of fitting in at his last school, and he was determined not to do the same thing here.

"Looking for these?" Asked a sweet voice in front of Scott. She laughed and opened the glasses, placing them on his face.

"Uh thanks," he looked up to see a beautiful red headed girl. Everything had a red hue from under his glasses, but he could tell that her hair was something else, something special. She was probably the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, causing his to go from nervous to down right terrified.

"I'm Jean." She said and extended a dainty hand.

"Scott." He was suddenly very self-conscious about how sweaty his hands were so he drew it back after shaking her hand and wiped it on his worn jeans. He immediately regretted this action, wishing that he could touch her again.

"You must be new, running into Logan like that. What class do you have first?" She inquired, stepping closer So that she could see his schedule. "History. Me too! I'll walk you there, I just need to stop at my locker."

"Uh okay," Scott replied, certain that he sounded like a total idiot.

Jean pulled his down the long corridor and stopped at a blue metal door. She spun the metal lock and swung the locker door open. Scott looked curiously at the many photos that lined the door. Most of the photos were taken with other girls- soccer practices, cheerleading, and what looked to be a few birthday parties, but there were a few taken with guys. Jean seemed very popular, especially with the opposite sex and Scott felt a great feeling of jealously well up in his throat. He wondered then if she was single.

"I am."

"What?"

"Single." Jean smiled a knowing smile at him. She then bowed her head slightly and turned a little pink, as if she had revealed something that she wasn't supposed to. All that Scott could think about in that moment was how cute she looked. She retrieved her books and closed the locker once more.

There was an awkward silence after that, as Scott wasn't sure how to respond to her statement. It was like she had read his mind. Jean said nothing more about the subject, and signalled for Scott to follow her down the hall again.

"Here's our class," Jean informed him as they reached a large grey door. The room inside was very different from the entrance, as it was covered in posters, multicoloured paper and stickers. Scott thought the posters were a little morbid as they depicted some of the more gruesome scenes from the world wars in bright colours.

Scott followed the red-head into the large class which was already beginning to fill up, despite the fact that they were ten minutes early. Jean sat down in a chair near the middle of the class and gestured for Scott to sit in the seat next to hers.

"Thanks," Scott said gratefully. "I think I probably would have been lost if not for you."

Jean smiled and turned to the people next to her. "Scott, this is Hank, Warren, Anna Marie and Ororo."

Scott returned their friendly smiles but remained unable to take his eyes off of Jean. Not that they would be able to tell through his thick ruby glasses.

Across the room Scott spotted the guy that he had previously run into in the hallway, who Jean had identified as "Logan". He was seated in the back corner of the class next to another boy who had an odd appearance, almost as if he was shifting, although he was not moving at all.

"Alright class," said a dreary man at the front of the class who's appearance was extremely fitting for that of a history teacher, but not at all for the theme of the brightly coloured room. "Open your textbooks to page 45."

History class trudged by at an unbearably slow rate. The only thing that made the class survivable for Scott was watching Jean take notes at the same time as him. This did, however, put him on bad footing with his new teacher as he was having a lot of trouble focusing on the lesson.

When the bell eventually did ring, Scott sighed as he was forced to separate from Jean. He managed to eventually find his way to his math class, but it took a great deal of searching and confused glances at his timetable. Math class once again passed slowly, as history had. The teacher droned on about quadratic formulas and lines but Scott paid little attention as he had learned most of the material already at his previous school.

The teacher barely got through the lesson in time before the bell rang, freeing the students from their prison of algebra. One student was not happy that she was not able to finish though. "I was enjoying that. I can't believe that we didn't get all the way through." A very large student named Hank muttered angrily.

"Oh Hank," a boy named Bobby laughed, "can I trade brains with you for the test?"

"That would be quite impossible, Robert."

Scott walked silently to the cafeteria for lunch, hoping to spot a flaming head of hair to sit with. She waved to him from across the packed room as soon as she saw him, beaconing him to her already crowded table. Scott felt a smile spread across his usually fairly uptight face.

"Hi," he muttered, squeezing his way into one of the packed benches. "How good is the food here?"

"Ha!" Laughed a petite girl with brown hair. "I wouldn't wish it to poison my worst enemy!"

"It's not that bad, Kitty!" Mumbled Bobby through a mouthful of pudding. "It's just that you'll probably find a few hairs in it."

"Try a hair ball." Said Warren with a disgusted look as he pulled multiple long strings of hair out of his food.

Scott made a face at the display, "I'll remember to bring change for the vending machine tomorrow."

"You can share mine today. I don't live in residence." Smiled Jean, pushing her lunch of chicken salad and an apple closer to Scott. "I have an extra fork."

"Thanks." He replied greatfully as he could hear his stomach growling angrily.

Scott spent most of the lunch period trying not to eat all of Jean's salad and listening to the group discuss the physics assignment that was apparently due in three days time.

"Professor Xavier's being tough with this one." Warren stated. "You'd almost think he wants us to fail."

The others nodded in agreement. Scott could only wonder what the assignment was, he had physics the next period though, so he guessed that he would not have to wait very long.

"Hey, Scott, have you been to your dorm yet?" Ororo inquired.

"Not yet." Scott replied. "I got here fairly quickly and I haven't really had time to go there today."

"I wonder who you'll be rooming with?" Said Jean aloud.

The bell rang loudly, disrupting their conversation and causing the teens to disperse from the table. Scott followed the group to a medium-sized classroom with a warm feel. It was decorated mostly with mohagany wood and bookshelves and had few of the brightly coloured papers and posters that the rest of the school sported. This gave it an overall more adult feel, immensely different from the overtly high school-esc feel of the rest of Greenfield.

"Good afternoon, class." Said a wheelchair bound bald man at the front of the room. "Let's pick up where we left of yesterday, shall we?"

The rest of the class all seemed to know exactly what to do as they rifled through their books, but Scott was dumbfounded. He stared at his textbook blankly. The area of physics that the class was studying was far more advanced than anything that he had done at his previous school. He sat through the lesson, which seemed to take even long than other classes and hoped that someone in the class would be able to help him afterwards.

When the class was over, Scott collected his books right away, eager to leave the unusual course.

"Mr. Summers?" Said a voice from behind him with a slightly British accent. "May I see you for a moment, please?"

Scott turned around and walked to the front of the classroom where Professor Xavier was. "Yes, sir?"

"I get the feeling that you may be a little further behind in this subject than the rest of my class. I know that this is your first day, but I would like to offer to tutor you outside of class to ensure that you don't fall to far behind." The Professor explained.

"Sure," Scott said, relieved. He had been sure that he was in trouble. "That would be great."

"Alright, you can come by my office around four O'clock tomorrow."

P.E. passed by quickly for Scott with nothing too exciting. He had always managed to find his footing in gym class and he didn't gather that the teacher even noticed that he was new.

The final bell eventually rang, telling Scott that he was free from the school day. He changed out of his sweaty gym clothes and traveled back into the school. He had hoped to find Jean, but he could not see her first head of hair in the crowd, so he resigned to find her again later.

He walked up the long stairs to the boys section of the dormitory. He squinted down at his timetable which had his dormroom marked on it, but couldn't make out the words. Someone had spilled water all over it while he was in the change room, making the writing incomprehensible. He walked along the hallway instead, hoping to spot his name.

It took him a while, but eventually he saw the name "Summers, Scott" written hastily beside a wooden door. He sighed and entered the room, expecting to find his luggage already there. The first thing he noticed about the room was its musk. It smelled like stale smoke and booze, not something you would expect to smell in the dorm of a very prestigious school. Especially not the dormroom of Scott Summers.

He looked around the dark room to see that it was absolutely filthy. The only relatively clean spot in the whole area was Scott's new bed, which had been made in anticipation of his arrival. Although his luggage had been brought in for him, Scott wasn't at all sure that he wanted to stay in this dorm. He wondered who his roommate could be that was so messy.

A low whistle erupted from behind Scott was he thought this. "Well well well. This is gonna be different." Muttered Logan with a mix between sarcasm and general rudeness. He donned a leather jacket and bandages all around his hands.

Scott couldn't believe it. Of all of the people that he possibly could have roomed with, he ended up with the one person that he had pissed off that day. He went through the door so that he could see the names written beside it. Sure enough, "Howlet, Logan" was directly beneath his own name. His good day had just taken a turn for the worst.

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