Author's Note-
Some other people I know have, or will write X-Men fanfics before, or after me and their stories may feature the same characters I include in my own X-Men fanfics. So, just so you know this story takes place before theirs and if you've already read theirs before mine, just kind of put theirs out of your head while you're reading mine-Don't put them out of your head entirely)!
Chapter 1: A Date with Detention
In an abandoned looking apartment-flanked by rows of beautiful Sakura trees in bloom with fragile-looking pink blossoms- in the biggest room of the apartment sits a girl with dark brown hair that flows down to her hips till it stops with purple tips-at the moment it's frizzy because she just woke up. Her hand is propped under her chin, and her eyelids droop over her chocolate colored eyes as she stuffs spoonfuls of cocoa puffs into her mouth from the bowl sitting on the dining table she's sitting at.
"Are you actually awake, Hex?" the girl sitting across from her asks, examining her nails with silvery eyes. She tosses her dark red hair-so dark that when the sun shines on it, it turns black- over the shoulder of her red shirt that ties around her stomach, so that it lands on her back and cascades down to past her hips. Her legs-covered by the tight black jeans she's wearing-are crossed, and her sneaker is tapping in the air to a Weezer song called "Teenage Dirt Bag". Hex lifts her eyes to glare at the girl.
Suddenly, the tap of the sink lifts and a small slim stream of water flows out. As it does a pair of feminine hands appear and grip the side of the sink's side. The female hands pull a girl with curly dirty blonde hair- that comes down to her waist. Aquamarine eyes focus on the red-head as they peek over the side of the sink. Within moments, she's pulled herself up so that she can sit on the sink's edge. Her second-ago-aquamarine eyes swirl with a sparkling, stunning mint green till they turn completely mint green.
She wears a tight-long sleeved, low cut forest green shirt and a pair of blue jean flares that have cut knees, and for shoes, spike-heeled black boots that come up to her ankle inside her pant leg. "Morning, Gharlotte." She calls o the red-head. "Way to make an entrance, Maris." Gharlotte says rolling her eyes. "Biscotti?" Maris asks, ignoring her comment. Gharlotte shrugs so Maris grabs her one out of the bread box anyway, and herself a box of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch from the cupboard.
She tosses Gharlotte the biscotti, and sits to eat her own breakfast. "Morning, Hex." Maris greets cheerfully, but Hex simply glares at her from the corner of her eye. "Um," Maris whispers turning to Gharlotte. ", why is Hex eating her cereal with a spork?" she asks. Without warning, Hex slams down her spork. "Can I not wat my breakfast in peace?!" She shouts. "You're the one disturbing it not us." Gharlotte points out. "You now what?!" Hex says, standing up from the table and pushes her chair back.
But she doesn't ask she simply walks over into the living room area if the apartment, curls up infront of the heating vent, and disappears! "SON OF A JOVIAL HOBO!" echoes loudly through the corridors. "What now?" Gharlotte asks annoyed, A girl with dark brown wavy hair that's pulled back into a pony-tail, stumbles out from her room-which has blaring Linkin' Park music coming from it- and into the hallway dressed in a red, and orange horizontally stripped, sleevless, tight shirt that is held up by a string that wraps around her neck.
Her skirt is made of black jean and comes a little above mid-thigh, and at he moment-and probably the rest of the day- no shoes. "Erg! What is it, Selene? What possible reason do you have to split ear drums at nearly seven-thirty in the A.M?" Gharlotte asks, nibbling on her biscotti. "Hm. Guess I was wrong. You didn't wear your ponytail to tight, and it caused your hair to fall off." Gharlotte shrugged. Selene ignored her sarcastic comment-as most people did because she usually had a current of sarcasm.
"Has anyone seen my necklace? The one with the gold chain, and gold cross that had the purple stone in the middle?" she asks. "No. Just wear another one. Heck, borrow one of mine." Maris consoled. "No! This necklace is special!" Selene persisted. "Oh yeah! Isn't it the one Coavin bought you for Christmas?" Maris asks. "No, I broke that one. This is the one I stole off a midget." Selene says cheerfully. Maris and Gharlotte roll their eyes. "Why don't you go check your room? No doubt the midget's in there with the necklace in that sty." Gharlotte chuckles.
"Humph." Selene says glaring at Gharlotte. "I bid you good day, sir." She says darkly in a British accent. "But I'm a gir-." Gharlotte begins, but Selene continues with, "I said good day to you, sir!" and marches off. "Cheesecakes!" A girl with long black hair-that has golden highlights, and flipped out tips that come just above the waist of her black pleated skirt- chirps as she enters the kitchen. She also has on a tight black T-Shirt with a picture of The Beatles frozen in a pose at a concert where their singing at the top of their lungs. Her black combat boots squeak on the kitchen flooring's tiles as she walks over to the refrigerator, and pulls out a carton of eggs. "N-Nissa.please, tell me what you're doing." Maris says as cautiously around Nissa as she would around a sensitive rapidly ticking time bomb.
"I'm going to make eggs you silly wanker." Nissa explains over her shoulder, as she prepares to cook by turning on the stove's flames, and light. "But Nissa., please," Maris pleads standing up, and dragging her chair infront of her like a shield. "Think of me; think of Gharlotte, think of Hex!" Maris continues. "Shut up!" Hex groans loudly from her unseen position infront of the heating register. "But mostly think of me!" Gharlotte calls from under the table in a rather high pitched voice. "Oh come on guys. I'm only making an egg. So what? What is the worst that could happen?" Nissa asks casually.
"Hey," Selene says emerging from her room-Linkin' Park's "Crawling" chorus screaming from inside the room. "I saw that movie." She says. "Huh?" Everyone-but Nissa, and including Hex- asks in grunted puzzlement. "What's the Worst that Could Happen, that's what it is called." Selene begins. Nissa taps the egg on the frying pan's handle. "Oh! There's this one part where this lady whose giving sign language to the audience at home whose watching the main character's trial, and she starts flippin people off," Selene informs happily. Nissa-kind of in slow motion- breaks the egg over the pan. "Because the main character is telling the jury to F-," Selene begins again, but suddenly the pan bursts into flames as the egg hits it.
Selene frantically bangs on a door up the street from her own apartments. A young man with spiky black hair, hazel eyes, and a black silver hoop earring answers the door. He's dressed in a red T-shirt, black baggy pants, and a black leather trench coat. "Hey Coavin, can I have my swim suit top back?" Selene asks. "AH HA!" he yells pointing accusingly at her. "So it was you who was chuckin water balloons through my door's window with that.thing." Coavin accuses.
He looks around her to see why the fire alarm is wailing. "Can I please have it back? I reeeally need it!" Selene whines. "O-Ok.what's going on?" Coavin asks. "SMASH IT! SMASH IT!" Maris commands in a crazed way. There's a loud smash and the alarm goes quiet. Selene is still watching Coavin-who's watching to see what scene might unfold behind her. "Here." He says and hands a hot pink bikini top to her. Selene scurries off with the top in hand and arms filled with lidless containers of baking soda.
"No more eggs. No more. I forbid them, completely." Maris groans as they approach the school quickly from her and Coavin's cars-his a black 98' Corvette, hers a red Mustang Convertible- and stock through the empty-empty except for a few strung out druggies huddled in a corner- parking lot. "Ha ha! Good thing I have gym next." Selene admits batting at her white covered shirt, but not even causing a speck to lift -actually all of them are covered in white powder.
"Oh know! Don't you dare complain!" He scolds loudly. "Yeah, Selene, you're the one who put out the fire by throwing open boxes of baking soda at flames." Maris also joins in. "Well, it put it out, right?" Selene defends herself. They all separate into different hallways once inside the school.
Kitty Pride hops out of the girl's locker room as she ties her sneaker up in the air. As she begins to fall Jean Grey supports her with her telekinetic powers. "Careful." Jean giggles. "Like thanks." Kitty praises, but Jean waves it off. "Hey watch it ex.men." Gharlotte puns deliberately colliding between them. Selene follows the same action and giggles cruelly at Gharlotte's joke, both high-fiving when they pass them. Kitty and Jean snort in unison, and return to their gym activities.
"Selene. Pst, Selene!" Gharlotte whispers to Selene. Selene stops balancing the ball on her nose and turns to Gharlotte. "Watch this." Gharlotte says with a cruel smile. Suddenly little black lines- that look like dark veins- stretch through her palms until they reach under her fingertips. She aims her hand at Kitty's ball, and stretches her fingers out and long silver webs shoot out from under her fingernails and attaches them to Kitty's ball. Gharlotte grasps the string and pulls, so that the ball hits Kitty in the head. "Youch!" Kitty yelps, and Selene and Gharlotte laugh. Gharlotte flexes her fingers again and the webbing ravels back into her fingers.
Kitty looks back, a glare set on Gharlotte, but Gharlotte is flirting with two boys who are off to the side of the court. She then looks at Selene who is standing on top of the ball trying to keep her balance. She glares at both of the mutants for a moment, but then decides that it was mearly an accident on her part, and fluffs it off, and goes back to trying to make a hoop shot.
"Stay tuned to see Miss Jean Grey's fake red hair go from strait to frizzy in under five minutes!" Selene says -in a voice befitting a radio personalities- to Gharlotte -after breaking her away from a group of guys- as they walk out of the locker room. They laugh darkly and push through the crowd to catch up to Jean.
Selene is following Jean closely behind from out of the locker room, Gharlotte follows behind Selene. Jean walks over to the soda machine, and Selene quickens her pace so that when Jean is putting her money in she can stop her tiptoeing and just stand beside the machine, as if waiting to get a soda herself. She taps on the side with her fingertips impatiently. She looks up to see Gharlotte chatting with at least five boys, but Gharlotte's eyes are focused on Selene's taping hand.
Jean waits only a moment just after pushing the button for the soda she wanted so that the soda will come down. Selene nods to Gharlotte for her to actually start timing. Jean reaches down to get the soda, and Selene rests her entire hand on the machine's side, and suddenly sends a web of electric currents through the machine. Jean hasn't even gotten her soda out when she feels the shock from the electricity
She makes a "yip", and suddenly her hair frizzes up and out away from her head at least four inches. Selene takes her hand off of the machine, and covers her mouth to muffle her laughter, but she still looks at Gharlotte. Gharlotte is laughing to, and holds up two fingers to show that it had only been two minutes.
Jean drops her soda and runs off to the bathroom in silent tears. "So you think that was funny, Miss Nearis?" an old woman's voice cracks sharply through the laughter in the halls and all goes silent. A pruney old lady wearing a long brown skirt, and pale peach silk top that has a tiny white cloth tucked in the shirt's pocket, clacks over to Selene in shiny black heals. She stares down at Selene over her bulbous warty nose.
"No ma'am." Selene lies, still chuckling as she conjures up the image again of Jean's hair rising so instantly. "You know very well that you are forbidden to use any of your freakish powers in, or on school grounds." The woman growls. "Yes, Miss Stannable." Selene says, mostly subduing her giggles now. "Well, since you deliberately broke the rules without regard for any dire consequences, you will receive three detentions." She instructs. "Yes, Miss Stannable." Selene agrees. Selene may be able to light up all the houses in half the state of Virginia with her powers, but she knew better than to try anything that would squander away the rest of her week so she simply agrees.
"And do you want a detention for having some part in this, Miss Relwarc?" Miss Stannable asks Gharlotte. "No, Miss." Gharlotte responds coolly, silencing her laughter long before the awarding of detentions. "Good. Then I will see you tonight, Miss Nearis." Miss Stannable said, and clicked away.
"Selene!" Selene hears a familiar voice call to her from the parking lot that lay below the window of room three twelve where she is serving her detention. She stops playing Cat's cradle with her toes, and walks over to the window after lowering her feet off the desk infront of her and taking the string off them. Gharlotte is on the arms of two guys which stand on both sides-she's also being followed by an additional three. "Don't forget to remind Maris not to keep any dinner for me tonight, ok?" Gharlotte requests. "Alright!" Selene calls down with a 'Rock On' sign following. Pietro Maximoff has abandoned his relaxed slouching position at his desk at the sound of Gharlotte Relwarc's voice.
"Sit down this moment, Miss Nearis. and shut that window." Miss Stannable snaps, tapping a ruler sharply on her desk. Selene sits back down, and props her feet up on the desk again, and prepares for another game of Cat's Cradle. Miss Stannable sinks slowly behind her copy of "How to Be Sexy When You're No Longer Sexy" magazine, and as she does Selene flips her off.
A small yet-to him- brilliant plan has formulated in Pietro's head and he leans over to Selene sitting two desks up from him. "Hey, you want me to get her off your back?" he asks in his mile-a-minute speed of speech. "Sure." Selene says, trying-and so far succeeding- to keep her cool around her long time crush, Pietro. Pietro is across the room, and has Miss Stannable tied up in at least half a roll of duct tape, hanging upside down from the ceiling squealing helplessly behind a gag of duct tape, before Selene can even blink!
"Hey, cutie," Pietro says sitting infront of Selene his hand propped under his chin gazing at her. "What do ya say you and me go somewhere tonight?" he asks quickly. "Sure." Selene agrees brightly. "Great. I'm blowin this joint. See ya tonight." He says and before dashing off faster than monsoon winds, pecks her on the cheek leaving her dazied.
"Tell Selene that if Scott, or Todd call, that they've been moved to Thursday on the waiting list." Gharlotte calls down from the top of the stairs. "Can't." Maris grunts. "Huh?" Gharlotte grunts in return and descends the stairs noisily clip-clopping in Maris' spike heeled boot, wearing a black spaghetti strapped shirt that says 'Level Twenty-Seven' in sprawled cursive pink letters across the chest, and a pair of dark blue jean flares, her hair bouncing on her back in half-up bun, half-down style. " Why? Isn't she here?" she asks. "Nope, on a date." Maris responds from behind a bridal magazine she's flipping through (don't worry, she's just looking through it for the pretty gowns.there's no real reason).
"Selene? With who?" Gharlotte questions doubtfully. "Piatty." Maris says, turning the page. "Piatty?" Gharlotte murmurs. "Ha! Maximoff!" she gasps. "O-Oh! Have fun, Pietro." Gharlotte says under her breath, darkly. "Alright, I'm out." He says contently, and strolls out the door.
Some other people I know have, or will write X-Men fanfics before, or after me and their stories may feature the same characters I include in my own X-Men fanfics. So, just so you know this story takes place before theirs and if you've already read theirs before mine, just kind of put theirs out of your head while you're reading mine-Don't put them out of your head entirely)!
Chapter 1: A Date with Detention
In an abandoned looking apartment-flanked by rows of beautiful Sakura trees in bloom with fragile-looking pink blossoms- in the biggest room of the apartment sits a girl with dark brown hair that flows down to her hips till it stops with purple tips-at the moment it's frizzy because she just woke up. Her hand is propped under her chin, and her eyelids droop over her chocolate colored eyes as she stuffs spoonfuls of cocoa puffs into her mouth from the bowl sitting on the dining table she's sitting at.
"Are you actually awake, Hex?" the girl sitting across from her asks, examining her nails with silvery eyes. She tosses her dark red hair-so dark that when the sun shines on it, it turns black- over the shoulder of her red shirt that ties around her stomach, so that it lands on her back and cascades down to past her hips. Her legs-covered by the tight black jeans she's wearing-are crossed, and her sneaker is tapping in the air to a Weezer song called "Teenage Dirt Bag". Hex lifts her eyes to glare at the girl.
Suddenly, the tap of the sink lifts and a small slim stream of water flows out. As it does a pair of feminine hands appear and grip the side of the sink's side. The female hands pull a girl with curly dirty blonde hair- that comes down to her waist. Aquamarine eyes focus on the red-head as they peek over the side of the sink. Within moments, she's pulled herself up so that she can sit on the sink's edge. Her second-ago-aquamarine eyes swirl with a sparkling, stunning mint green till they turn completely mint green.
She wears a tight-long sleeved, low cut forest green shirt and a pair of blue jean flares that have cut knees, and for shoes, spike-heeled black boots that come up to her ankle inside her pant leg. "Morning, Gharlotte." She calls o the red-head. "Way to make an entrance, Maris." Gharlotte says rolling her eyes. "Biscotti?" Maris asks, ignoring her comment. Gharlotte shrugs so Maris grabs her one out of the bread box anyway, and herself a box of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch from the cupboard.
She tosses Gharlotte the biscotti, and sits to eat her own breakfast. "Morning, Hex." Maris greets cheerfully, but Hex simply glares at her from the corner of her eye. "Um," Maris whispers turning to Gharlotte. ", why is Hex eating her cereal with a spork?" she asks. Without warning, Hex slams down her spork. "Can I not wat my breakfast in peace?!" She shouts. "You're the one disturbing it not us." Gharlotte points out. "You now what?!" Hex says, standing up from the table and pushes her chair back.
But she doesn't ask she simply walks over into the living room area if the apartment, curls up infront of the heating vent, and disappears! "SON OF A JOVIAL HOBO!" echoes loudly through the corridors. "What now?" Gharlotte asks annoyed, A girl with dark brown wavy hair that's pulled back into a pony-tail, stumbles out from her room-which has blaring Linkin' Park music coming from it- and into the hallway dressed in a red, and orange horizontally stripped, sleevless, tight shirt that is held up by a string that wraps around her neck.
Her skirt is made of black jean and comes a little above mid-thigh, and at he moment-and probably the rest of the day- no shoes. "Erg! What is it, Selene? What possible reason do you have to split ear drums at nearly seven-thirty in the A.M?" Gharlotte asks, nibbling on her biscotti. "Hm. Guess I was wrong. You didn't wear your ponytail to tight, and it caused your hair to fall off." Gharlotte shrugged. Selene ignored her sarcastic comment-as most people did because she usually had a current of sarcasm.
"Has anyone seen my necklace? The one with the gold chain, and gold cross that had the purple stone in the middle?" she asks. "No. Just wear another one. Heck, borrow one of mine." Maris consoled. "No! This necklace is special!" Selene persisted. "Oh yeah! Isn't it the one Coavin bought you for Christmas?" Maris asks. "No, I broke that one. This is the one I stole off a midget." Selene says cheerfully. Maris and Gharlotte roll their eyes. "Why don't you go check your room? No doubt the midget's in there with the necklace in that sty." Gharlotte chuckles.
"Humph." Selene says glaring at Gharlotte. "I bid you good day, sir." She says darkly in a British accent. "But I'm a gir-." Gharlotte begins, but Selene continues with, "I said good day to you, sir!" and marches off. "Cheesecakes!" A girl with long black hair-that has golden highlights, and flipped out tips that come just above the waist of her black pleated skirt- chirps as she enters the kitchen. She also has on a tight black T-Shirt with a picture of The Beatles frozen in a pose at a concert where their singing at the top of their lungs. Her black combat boots squeak on the kitchen flooring's tiles as she walks over to the refrigerator, and pulls out a carton of eggs. "N-Nissa.please, tell me what you're doing." Maris says as cautiously around Nissa as she would around a sensitive rapidly ticking time bomb.
"I'm going to make eggs you silly wanker." Nissa explains over her shoulder, as she prepares to cook by turning on the stove's flames, and light. "But Nissa., please," Maris pleads standing up, and dragging her chair infront of her like a shield. "Think of me; think of Gharlotte, think of Hex!" Maris continues. "Shut up!" Hex groans loudly from her unseen position infront of the heating register. "But mostly think of me!" Gharlotte calls from under the table in a rather high pitched voice. "Oh come on guys. I'm only making an egg. So what? What is the worst that could happen?" Nissa asks casually.
"Hey," Selene says emerging from her room-Linkin' Park's "Crawling" chorus screaming from inside the room. "I saw that movie." She says. "Huh?" Everyone-but Nissa, and including Hex- asks in grunted puzzlement. "What's the Worst that Could Happen, that's what it is called." Selene begins. Nissa taps the egg on the frying pan's handle. "Oh! There's this one part where this lady whose giving sign language to the audience at home whose watching the main character's trial, and she starts flippin people off," Selene informs happily. Nissa-kind of in slow motion- breaks the egg over the pan. "Because the main character is telling the jury to F-," Selene begins again, but suddenly the pan bursts into flames as the egg hits it.
Selene frantically bangs on a door up the street from her own apartments. A young man with spiky black hair, hazel eyes, and a black silver hoop earring answers the door. He's dressed in a red T-shirt, black baggy pants, and a black leather trench coat. "Hey Coavin, can I have my swim suit top back?" Selene asks. "AH HA!" he yells pointing accusingly at her. "So it was you who was chuckin water balloons through my door's window with that.thing." Coavin accuses.
He looks around her to see why the fire alarm is wailing. "Can I please have it back? I reeeally need it!" Selene whines. "O-Ok.what's going on?" Coavin asks. "SMASH IT! SMASH IT!" Maris commands in a crazed way. There's a loud smash and the alarm goes quiet. Selene is still watching Coavin-who's watching to see what scene might unfold behind her. "Here." He says and hands a hot pink bikini top to her. Selene scurries off with the top in hand and arms filled with lidless containers of baking soda.
"No more eggs. No more. I forbid them, completely." Maris groans as they approach the school quickly from her and Coavin's cars-his a black 98' Corvette, hers a red Mustang Convertible- and stock through the empty-empty except for a few strung out druggies huddled in a corner- parking lot. "Ha ha! Good thing I have gym next." Selene admits batting at her white covered shirt, but not even causing a speck to lift -actually all of them are covered in white powder.
"Oh know! Don't you dare complain!" He scolds loudly. "Yeah, Selene, you're the one who put out the fire by throwing open boxes of baking soda at flames." Maris also joins in. "Well, it put it out, right?" Selene defends herself. They all separate into different hallways once inside the school.
Kitty Pride hops out of the girl's locker room as she ties her sneaker up in the air. As she begins to fall Jean Grey supports her with her telekinetic powers. "Careful." Jean giggles. "Like thanks." Kitty praises, but Jean waves it off. "Hey watch it ex.men." Gharlotte puns deliberately colliding between them. Selene follows the same action and giggles cruelly at Gharlotte's joke, both high-fiving when they pass them. Kitty and Jean snort in unison, and return to their gym activities.
"Selene. Pst, Selene!" Gharlotte whispers to Selene. Selene stops balancing the ball on her nose and turns to Gharlotte. "Watch this." Gharlotte says with a cruel smile. Suddenly little black lines- that look like dark veins- stretch through her palms until they reach under her fingertips. She aims her hand at Kitty's ball, and stretches her fingers out and long silver webs shoot out from under her fingernails and attaches them to Kitty's ball. Gharlotte grasps the string and pulls, so that the ball hits Kitty in the head. "Youch!" Kitty yelps, and Selene and Gharlotte laugh. Gharlotte flexes her fingers again and the webbing ravels back into her fingers.
Kitty looks back, a glare set on Gharlotte, but Gharlotte is flirting with two boys who are off to the side of the court. She then looks at Selene who is standing on top of the ball trying to keep her balance. She glares at both of the mutants for a moment, but then decides that it was mearly an accident on her part, and fluffs it off, and goes back to trying to make a hoop shot.
"Stay tuned to see Miss Jean Grey's fake red hair go from strait to frizzy in under five minutes!" Selene says -in a voice befitting a radio personalities- to Gharlotte -after breaking her away from a group of guys- as they walk out of the locker room. They laugh darkly and push through the crowd to catch up to Jean.
Selene is following Jean closely behind from out of the locker room, Gharlotte follows behind Selene. Jean walks over to the soda machine, and Selene quickens her pace so that when Jean is putting her money in she can stop her tiptoeing and just stand beside the machine, as if waiting to get a soda herself. She taps on the side with her fingertips impatiently. She looks up to see Gharlotte chatting with at least five boys, but Gharlotte's eyes are focused on Selene's taping hand.
Jean waits only a moment just after pushing the button for the soda she wanted so that the soda will come down. Selene nods to Gharlotte for her to actually start timing. Jean reaches down to get the soda, and Selene rests her entire hand on the machine's side, and suddenly sends a web of electric currents through the machine. Jean hasn't even gotten her soda out when she feels the shock from the electricity
She makes a "yip", and suddenly her hair frizzes up and out away from her head at least four inches. Selene takes her hand off of the machine, and covers her mouth to muffle her laughter, but she still looks at Gharlotte. Gharlotte is laughing to, and holds up two fingers to show that it had only been two minutes.
Jean drops her soda and runs off to the bathroom in silent tears. "So you think that was funny, Miss Nearis?" an old woman's voice cracks sharply through the laughter in the halls and all goes silent. A pruney old lady wearing a long brown skirt, and pale peach silk top that has a tiny white cloth tucked in the shirt's pocket, clacks over to Selene in shiny black heals. She stares down at Selene over her bulbous warty nose.
"No ma'am." Selene lies, still chuckling as she conjures up the image again of Jean's hair rising so instantly. "You know very well that you are forbidden to use any of your freakish powers in, or on school grounds." The woman growls. "Yes, Miss Stannable." Selene says, mostly subduing her giggles now. "Well, since you deliberately broke the rules without regard for any dire consequences, you will receive three detentions." She instructs. "Yes, Miss Stannable." Selene agrees. Selene may be able to light up all the houses in half the state of Virginia with her powers, but she knew better than to try anything that would squander away the rest of her week so she simply agrees.
"And do you want a detention for having some part in this, Miss Relwarc?" Miss Stannable asks Gharlotte. "No, Miss." Gharlotte responds coolly, silencing her laughter long before the awarding of detentions. "Good. Then I will see you tonight, Miss Nearis." Miss Stannable said, and clicked away.
"Selene!" Selene hears a familiar voice call to her from the parking lot that lay below the window of room three twelve where she is serving her detention. She stops playing Cat's cradle with her toes, and walks over to the window after lowering her feet off the desk infront of her and taking the string off them. Gharlotte is on the arms of two guys which stand on both sides-she's also being followed by an additional three. "Don't forget to remind Maris not to keep any dinner for me tonight, ok?" Gharlotte requests. "Alright!" Selene calls down with a 'Rock On' sign following. Pietro Maximoff has abandoned his relaxed slouching position at his desk at the sound of Gharlotte Relwarc's voice.
"Sit down this moment, Miss Nearis. and shut that window." Miss Stannable snaps, tapping a ruler sharply on her desk. Selene sits back down, and props her feet up on the desk again, and prepares for another game of Cat's Cradle. Miss Stannable sinks slowly behind her copy of "How to Be Sexy When You're No Longer Sexy" magazine, and as she does Selene flips her off.
A small yet-to him- brilliant plan has formulated in Pietro's head and he leans over to Selene sitting two desks up from him. "Hey, you want me to get her off your back?" he asks in his mile-a-minute speed of speech. "Sure." Selene says, trying-and so far succeeding- to keep her cool around her long time crush, Pietro. Pietro is across the room, and has Miss Stannable tied up in at least half a roll of duct tape, hanging upside down from the ceiling squealing helplessly behind a gag of duct tape, before Selene can even blink!
"Hey, cutie," Pietro says sitting infront of Selene his hand propped under his chin gazing at her. "What do ya say you and me go somewhere tonight?" he asks quickly. "Sure." Selene agrees brightly. "Great. I'm blowin this joint. See ya tonight." He says and before dashing off faster than monsoon winds, pecks her on the cheek leaving her dazied.
"Tell Selene that if Scott, or Todd call, that they've been moved to Thursday on the waiting list." Gharlotte calls down from the top of the stairs. "Can't." Maris grunts. "Huh?" Gharlotte grunts in return and descends the stairs noisily clip-clopping in Maris' spike heeled boot, wearing a black spaghetti strapped shirt that says 'Level Twenty-Seven' in sprawled cursive pink letters across the chest, and a pair of dark blue jean flares, her hair bouncing on her back in half-up bun, half-down style. " Why? Isn't she here?" she asks. "Nope, on a date." Maris responds from behind a bridal magazine she's flipping through (don't worry, she's just looking through it for the pretty gowns.there's no real reason).
"Selene? With who?" Gharlotte questions doubtfully. "Piatty." Maris says, turning the page. "Piatty?" Gharlotte murmurs. "Ha! Maximoff!" she gasps. "O-Oh! Have fun, Pietro." Gharlotte says under her breath, darkly. "Alright, I'm out." He says contently, and strolls out the door.