I sit in the stands next to Scott and Paul.
"I hate football games." I grumble. I see Duncan get tackled and smile "But, it has it's perks." I say. Scott seems to be ignoring me and flips a coin and it lands underneath the bleachers
"Aw, man. My cash." He whines.
"Suck it up, Summers. It was a quarter." I remind him. I see a hand take a wallet out of a mans pocket
"Hey, check it. Looks like someone's taking up a collection." Scott says.
"Whoa, should we call the cops?" Paul asks.
"Hold that option open." Scott replies and we get up. We walk underneath the bleachers to see Duncan and his crew holding some kid(who smells horrible, BTW) against the stands of the bleachers.
"Lets crush him, Dunc!" One of his crew suggest.
"Lets not, Dunc." Scott says and they turn.
"Stop PMSing. The cash is still here. Just have him return it." I say.
"No harm done." Scott adds.
"Yeah, yeah, see? Here's the money." The boy says.
"What do you care about this scuzo, Summers? Valentine?" Duncan asks.
"Not much. But we're not crazy about 3 against 1 either. So how about we settle this peacefully?" Scott suggests.
"I think me and my buds are gonna squash this slime ball. So you and your little girlfriend can just bail." Duncan says, and throws the boy to the ground. Scott starts to take off his glasses
"Summers, they aren't worth it." I whisper. He instead jumps Duncan
"I said knock it off!" He shouts. He throws Duncan's at his buddies and the boy runs, correction, hops away.
"Hey, he's getting away!" One of Duncan's crew shouts.
"No, we thought he rode a unicorn into Never land." I say sarcastically. They run after him but Duncan falls
"Big mistake Summers." Duncan growls.
"Chill, Matthews." I demand. He instead throws me to the ground and starts a fist fight with Scott
"Scott?" I look up and see Jean. Duncan punches Scott "No! Scott!" Scott flies into stands and his glasses come off. His optic blasts shoot out and I see them hit Duncan then shoot propane. I tackle Jean just as the explosion comes
"Riley, you okay?" Jean asks.
"Peachy." I mutter. She helps me out
"I'll go look for Scott. Wait here." She commands and goes under the stands.
"No prob, princess." I mutter. I see Scott sneak out and see Prof's car.
"You saw." I think.
"Yes. I think it be best if you go home with Scott, Riley." He replies.
"Of course, Professor." I agree and nod. I walk up to Scott and stand next to him. The boy from before walks up
"Uh, thanks. Really, ya know?" He says.
"Yeah." Scott replies and we walk away.
BEEP BEEP
I slam my hand on the alarm. I pull out from underneath my covers and yawn. I step out of bed and turn on my music. Diva by Beyoncé plays. I look in the mirror
"Hm." I hum. I stick my head out the door to see Scott waiting for the bathroom "Scott" He turns. I Shapeshift two tops "Crop or tank?" I ask.
"Uh..." He trails. Jean sticks her head out
"Crop." She answers before going back into the bathroom
"Hey!" Scott shouts. I go into my room and finish changing ( cgi/set?id=148132336) I step out and walk down the stairs with Scott and Jean
"We're heading out, Professor." Scott says.
"Just a moment, you three, come here. I'd like you to meet someone." Professor says. We walk into the study
"This is Kurt Wagner. He arrived late last night." Professor tells us.
"Hey, Kurt. This is Jean and Riley, I'm Scott. How you doing?" Scott asks, holding his hand out but Kurt backs away.
"Kurt, you're among friends here." Professor assures. Kurt pulls his hand out of his pocket. It's blue and only three fingers
"Hello." He greets, with a heavy German accent. Scott is a little shocked and Kurt pulls out of the handshake. Prof clears his throat
"I was just telling Kurt how I set up this institute for gifted youngsters. Youngsters who's gifts are not always an asset. Right, Scott?" Prof asks.
"Uh, so, you heard about last night." Scott says, shooting me and glance. I look away.
"Difficult not to. It was on all the news channels." Professor replies.
"It was a bad situation. And, there was an accident. I'm sorry." Scott apologizes.
"I know. Fortunately no one was badly hurt and the true cause was not discovered. But, you must be more careful, Scott." Professor says.
"Come on, Professor! I'm hiding a bazooka behind each eye ball! What do you want from me?!" Scott asks.
"Control, Scott! That's what you're here to learn! That's why you're all here! Scott's eyes emit a destructive optic blast beam." Professor explains to Kurt. Kurt pulls off his hood, showing his blue furred face with yellow eyes, small fangs, and pointy ears.
"Cool." He says calmly.
"How about you Kurt? Brought a special gift that brought you here?" Jean asks. Kurt teleports next to me
"Maybe." He answers.
"Whoa!" We all say.
"I'll be helping Kurt get settled in. We can talk more tonight." Professor assures.
I walk up to my locker when my friend Jen walks up
"So, you planning to hang out this weekend?" She asks.
"I can't." I answer, pulling out my lunch bag since I have lunch right now.
"But dude, you need to! It'll be a drag without you!" She says.
"I'm busy, okay? Next time." I promise.
"Cool... Hey, I'll see you in café!" She says, going to the lunch room.
"Kay! Save me a seat!" I call. I sniff the air. "Ew!" I whine. I see the boy from yesterday talking to Scott and walk up "Ever hear of a mouth wash and shower?" I ask.
"Heard of them, don't use or do 'em." He replies. I roll my eyes and scrunch my nose. He jumps to the top of the lockers
"Quite a jump." Scott says.
"Like it? Surprised you can see through them smoakeys of yours. Here, let me help." He says, his tongue comes out like a frog's and takes Scott's glasses. Scott immediately closes his eyes and covers them
"Are you insane?!" I ask.
"Whats the matters, Summers? Afraid to open your eyes?" The boy asks.
"Obviously we all know what'll happen if I do. Now give me back my shades before I go nuclear on you." Scott warns.
"You got it." The boy replies, giving them back to me through his tongue. I wince and put them on Scott "Well, as you can see, you and me, we got something in common. And seeing as she's here, Valentine must too."
"Yeah, now, we're all gonna need a shower." I reply.
"Nope. I mean we ain't like other people." The boy says.
"And your point is?" Scott asks.
"I just wanna talk. You know, get to know each other better. You know," He eats our lunches "Maybe do lunch." He jokes.
"I'll think about it." Scott replies and we walk away.
"You're not thinking about it, are you?" I ask.
"No." He replies. We walk to the cafeteria but Scott goes to call Professor. I head to my table with Jen, our friends Hazel and Ben.