Here you go, guys. This is an AU fic for the X-men movie characters. I
don't own any of the Marvel character. Though, I do own John's sister and
dad. So, with no further ado, I'll let the story do the talking for me.
Enjoy and review!
Chapter 1
Click, clack.
Click, clack.
Click, clack.
Click, clack.
Click, clack, snatch.
My head jerked up as a hand entered my field of view and took my lighter. I met a pair of cold blue eyes. The eyebrows were low over them in a scowl. I swallowed hard, already knowing what was coming.
"Mr. Allerdyce, come with me please." The blue eyes commanded as a hand pulled me out of my desk by my upper arm.
I maintained my balance, and therefore most of my dignity, as she led me out of the classroom. In the hall she spun around to face me. A very difficult feat for an old woman in high heels.
"Mr. Allerdyce, I believe we have been over this before."
"Yes, ma'am." I kept my eyes glued to the lighter she was waving around.
"Not only is this a distraction in my classroom, but it also isn't even allowed on school grounds. I am afraid you've finally struck out. Report to the principal's office immediately."
My shoulders slumped as the piece of metal disappeared into her pant's pocket. Taking a deep breath, I turned and headed toward the office.
"I will call ahead so that they are expecting you." She added before re-entering the classroom.
"Joy." I mumbled as I trudged down the hall. I rounded the corner and slid down the staircase banister with ease. Heck, I'm already in trouble. Might as well have fun with it. I entered the office with a cocky grin firmly positioned on my face. I leaned against the counter and raised my eyebrows at the secretary.
"I believe I'm expected. Reservations for one?"
She raised her own eyebrows, but not in amusement. "St. John Allerdyce?"
"That's correct! Steven, tell her what she's won!"
"Go right in, young man."
I tipped an imaginary hat to her before entering the office. The principal was behind a large oak desk, reading some file. I tilted my head to see the print across the front. Allerdyce, St. John. Great. Keeping my grin, I slid into a seat sideways and hooked my feet over the side. The man glanced up, did a double-take, and set the folder down. He leaned back in his chair, his hands folded in front of his mouth. His name plate was gold and read: Joseph Baggett. I leaned back and put my hands behind my head before looking over at him.
"Sup, Joe?" I gave him that shit-eating grin.
The principal pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment. Then he took a deep breath, as if gathering his strength.
"St. John. I've heard a lot about you."
"I'll bet."
"Your teachers are concerned with your performance in class. They say that you don't pay attention, you don't do your work, you don't participate, and you're a distraction to everyone else."
I arched an eyebrow and smirked. "That it? Really Joe, I've givin' 'em plenty more'n that."
"And now," the man continued, as if I hadn't even spoken, "I hear that you had a lighter in Mrs. Blake's history class?"
I held his gaze, but was silent.
"Do you have anything to say about that?"
"Yeah." I drawled, shifting to a more comfortable position in the chair. "When am I gonna get that back?"
"I think that is the least of your concerns, John."
I narrowed my eyes. "I like that lighter."
"Then you shouldn't have brought it to school. You know the rules. You're a smart boy, John, and you could succeed in class if you only applied yourself. You could do so many great things."
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Just like you, right Joe?"
The man stiffened and leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk. "I have had just about enough of your insolence, John. Now you listen to me, and you listen good. Things are going to be a lot different around here from now on. You, young man, are going to clean up your act and start working hard."
"Yes, sir." I interrupted, mocking a salute.
The principal sighed and looked back down at my file. "The first step is to get in touch with your parents and notify them of our situation."
My heart stopped beating for a moment and I spun to sit correctly in the chair. "What! Don't you usually just send a note home?"
"John, we are far beyond the note stage. This is a very serious matter that I need to speak to your parents about."
The man picked up his phone and scanned the pages for a number.
"Well, they ain't home." I stated, smirking again. "They both work."
"I'll leave a message on your machine then."
"We don't got one."
"You mean, we don't have one."
"Yeah, that too." I pushed a lock of hair out of my face. "Look, I'm sorry I brought a lighter to school, and I'm sorrier that I was foolin' around with it in Mrs. B's class. But do ya really gotta call my house? I mean, Mrs. Blake took the thing, so you really don't gotta worry about it any more."
"I'm sorry, John, but this isn't something that can be put aside. It isn't just the lighter, it's everything else on top of the lighter. Now please be quiet while I use the phone."
"Fine, but I'm tellin' ya, no one's home."
I let my head fall backwards onto the top of the chair. Please don't answer the phone. Just let it ring. I closed my eyes as I listened to him dial. I could hear it ringing on the other end. It rang five times before a harsh, "What!", broke into the line and shattered my hope.
"Mr. Allerdyce?"
"Yeah, whadda ya want?" The words were loud and slurred. I cringed internally and bit my tongue.
"Mr. Allerdyce, this is Joseph Baggett, the principal at Michael Adams High School. I'd like to speak to you concerning your son, St. John."
"What'd that little shit do now?" My Dad demanded, growing even louder.
Joe's mouth hung open in shock and he looked over at me. I could feel him studying my face. I glanced down, brown eyes meeting brown eyes, but didn't say a word.
"Hello! Ya still there?!?"
The principal mentally shook himself and cleared his throat. "Yes, sir. I apologize. I was a bit taken aback by your words. I only called because a situation has arisen surrounding your son. It seems, for reasons unbeknownst to me, St. John brought a lighter to school and was playing with it during history class. We also feel that your son isn't working to his full potential. I thought you would like to be aware of this. Perhaps we can work together to help St. John improve."
"Right. Look, you take care of that teachin' stuff. It's what we pay you people for after all. I'll take care of this lighter business. Believe me." My Dad sounded much more sober as he finished his threat. Then the line went dead.
Just like I will when I get home. Crap. The principal looked over at me again, as if waiting for an explanation. I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I guess he musta gotten outta work early today."
"John-"
"Is that it?" I interrupted again, standing up and stuffing my hands in my pockets. "Can I go now?"
The man sighed and nodded. "Report to your next class. History is over. The secretary will write you a pass."
I left his room and received the piece of magic yellow paper from a still unamused secretary. I bit my lower lip for a second before putting my smirk back on.
"Until we meet again." I bowed as I exited the office.
I thought I might have seen a smile tug at her lips, but it was gone before I could make sure. I walked to my next class slowly. Math. The devil's spawn. Plus my hands were fidgeting for something to mess with. I needed that lighter. Now I'm just gonna have to steal another one on the way home. I rolled my eyes before pushing the door to my class open with a foot. It banged nicely against a filing cabinet, making everyone jump and turn. My cocky grin still in place, I sauntered forward and handed my pass to the teacher.
"So nice of you to join us, John."
"I wanted to be fashionably late."
"I see. Take a seat."
I slid into the desk, not getting any chuckles and not expecting them. I'm not exactly what you'd call 'liked'. More of a loner, outcast kind of deal. The funny thing is, everyone assumes that a kid chooses to be a loner. They don't. I mean, some might, but I sure as heck didn't. No, more often than not, the kid is forced into it. Then the other students say that he chose it, to make themselves feel better. God, what a load of bull.
Leaning back in my chair, I let my eyes drift closed. I'm never gonna use this stuff anyway, so why waste my time listening?
"St. John!"
I jerked my head up and blinked blurry eyes. Crap. I must've fallen asleep. Now the kids were snickering. Wonderful.
"Wha?" Was about all I could manage.
"Would you like to come up to the board and do this problem for me?"
"Rather not. You go ahead. You got it."
"John . . . come up here."
I gritted my teeth and pushed myself out of the desk. I moved slowly to the front of the room. Mr. Stevenson placed the chalk in my hand.
"Go on. Solve the problem."
He stepped off to the side as I stared at the board. Oh God . . . I don't even know what half these symbols mean! I continued to stare at it, straining my eyes. My palms sweated as the snickers grew. I gripped the chalk tightly and raised my arm to start. Then I just let it fall again. Who am I kiddin'? I am an idiot, just like he says. I turned to Mr. Stevenson and tossed him the chalk.
"Do it yourself."
He caught the chalk, but didn't move. I went to my seat, scooped up my tattered backpack and then proceeded to walk out of the classroom. I heard gasps behind me and smirked in satisfaction. Wasn't expecting that, were ya kids?
Chapter 1
Click, clack.
Click, clack.
Click, clack.
Click, clack.
Click, clack, snatch.
My head jerked up as a hand entered my field of view and took my lighter. I met a pair of cold blue eyes. The eyebrows were low over them in a scowl. I swallowed hard, already knowing what was coming.
"Mr. Allerdyce, come with me please." The blue eyes commanded as a hand pulled me out of my desk by my upper arm.
I maintained my balance, and therefore most of my dignity, as she led me out of the classroom. In the hall she spun around to face me. A very difficult feat for an old woman in high heels.
"Mr. Allerdyce, I believe we have been over this before."
"Yes, ma'am." I kept my eyes glued to the lighter she was waving around.
"Not only is this a distraction in my classroom, but it also isn't even allowed on school grounds. I am afraid you've finally struck out. Report to the principal's office immediately."
My shoulders slumped as the piece of metal disappeared into her pant's pocket. Taking a deep breath, I turned and headed toward the office.
"I will call ahead so that they are expecting you." She added before re-entering the classroom.
"Joy." I mumbled as I trudged down the hall. I rounded the corner and slid down the staircase banister with ease. Heck, I'm already in trouble. Might as well have fun with it. I entered the office with a cocky grin firmly positioned on my face. I leaned against the counter and raised my eyebrows at the secretary.
"I believe I'm expected. Reservations for one?"
She raised her own eyebrows, but not in amusement. "St. John Allerdyce?"
"That's correct! Steven, tell her what she's won!"
"Go right in, young man."
I tipped an imaginary hat to her before entering the office. The principal was behind a large oak desk, reading some file. I tilted my head to see the print across the front. Allerdyce, St. John. Great. Keeping my grin, I slid into a seat sideways and hooked my feet over the side. The man glanced up, did a double-take, and set the folder down. He leaned back in his chair, his hands folded in front of his mouth. His name plate was gold and read: Joseph Baggett. I leaned back and put my hands behind my head before looking over at him.
"Sup, Joe?" I gave him that shit-eating grin.
The principal pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment. Then he took a deep breath, as if gathering his strength.
"St. John. I've heard a lot about you."
"I'll bet."
"Your teachers are concerned with your performance in class. They say that you don't pay attention, you don't do your work, you don't participate, and you're a distraction to everyone else."
I arched an eyebrow and smirked. "That it? Really Joe, I've givin' 'em plenty more'n that."
"And now," the man continued, as if I hadn't even spoken, "I hear that you had a lighter in Mrs. Blake's history class?"
I held his gaze, but was silent.
"Do you have anything to say about that?"
"Yeah." I drawled, shifting to a more comfortable position in the chair. "When am I gonna get that back?"
"I think that is the least of your concerns, John."
I narrowed my eyes. "I like that lighter."
"Then you shouldn't have brought it to school. You know the rules. You're a smart boy, John, and you could succeed in class if you only applied yourself. You could do so many great things."
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Just like you, right Joe?"
The man stiffened and leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk. "I have had just about enough of your insolence, John. Now you listen to me, and you listen good. Things are going to be a lot different around here from now on. You, young man, are going to clean up your act and start working hard."
"Yes, sir." I interrupted, mocking a salute.
The principal sighed and looked back down at my file. "The first step is to get in touch with your parents and notify them of our situation."
My heart stopped beating for a moment and I spun to sit correctly in the chair. "What! Don't you usually just send a note home?"
"John, we are far beyond the note stage. This is a very serious matter that I need to speak to your parents about."
The man picked up his phone and scanned the pages for a number.
"Well, they ain't home." I stated, smirking again. "They both work."
"I'll leave a message on your machine then."
"We don't got one."
"You mean, we don't have one."
"Yeah, that too." I pushed a lock of hair out of my face. "Look, I'm sorry I brought a lighter to school, and I'm sorrier that I was foolin' around with it in Mrs. B's class. But do ya really gotta call my house? I mean, Mrs. Blake took the thing, so you really don't gotta worry about it any more."
"I'm sorry, John, but this isn't something that can be put aside. It isn't just the lighter, it's everything else on top of the lighter. Now please be quiet while I use the phone."
"Fine, but I'm tellin' ya, no one's home."
I let my head fall backwards onto the top of the chair. Please don't answer the phone. Just let it ring. I closed my eyes as I listened to him dial. I could hear it ringing on the other end. It rang five times before a harsh, "What!", broke into the line and shattered my hope.
"Mr. Allerdyce?"
"Yeah, whadda ya want?" The words were loud and slurred. I cringed internally and bit my tongue.
"Mr. Allerdyce, this is Joseph Baggett, the principal at Michael Adams High School. I'd like to speak to you concerning your son, St. John."
"What'd that little shit do now?" My Dad demanded, growing even louder.
Joe's mouth hung open in shock and he looked over at me. I could feel him studying my face. I glanced down, brown eyes meeting brown eyes, but didn't say a word.
"Hello! Ya still there?!?"
The principal mentally shook himself and cleared his throat. "Yes, sir. I apologize. I was a bit taken aback by your words. I only called because a situation has arisen surrounding your son. It seems, for reasons unbeknownst to me, St. John brought a lighter to school and was playing with it during history class. We also feel that your son isn't working to his full potential. I thought you would like to be aware of this. Perhaps we can work together to help St. John improve."
"Right. Look, you take care of that teachin' stuff. It's what we pay you people for after all. I'll take care of this lighter business. Believe me." My Dad sounded much more sober as he finished his threat. Then the line went dead.
Just like I will when I get home. Crap. The principal looked over at me again, as if waiting for an explanation. I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I guess he musta gotten outta work early today."
"John-"
"Is that it?" I interrupted again, standing up and stuffing my hands in my pockets. "Can I go now?"
The man sighed and nodded. "Report to your next class. History is over. The secretary will write you a pass."
I left his room and received the piece of magic yellow paper from a still unamused secretary. I bit my lower lip for a second before putting my smirk back on.
"Until we meet again." I bowed as I exited the office.
I thought I might have seen a smile tug at her lips, but it was gone before I could make sure. I walked to my next class slowly. Math. The devil's spawn. Plus my hands were fidgeting for something to mess with. I needed that lighter. Now I'm just gonna have to steal another one on the way home. I rolled my eyes before pushing the door to my class open with a foot. It banged nicely against a filing cabinet, making everyone jump and turn. My cocky grin still in place, I sauntered forward and handed my pass to the teacher.
"So nice of you to join us, John."
"I wanted to be fashionably late."
"I see. Take a seat."
I slid into the desk, not getting any chuckles and not expecting them. I'm not exactly what you'd call 'liked'. More of a loner, outcast kind of deal. The funny thing is, everyone assumes that a kid chooses to be a loner. They don't. I mean, some might, but I sure as heck didn't. No, more often than not, the kid is forced into it. Then the other students say that he chose it, to make themselves feel better. God, what a load of bull.
Leaning back in my chair, I let my eyes drift closed. I'm never gonna use this stuff anyway, so why waste my time listening?
"St. John!"
I jerked my head up and blinked blurry eyes. Crap. I must've fallen asleep. Now the kids were snickering. Wonderful.
"Wha?" Was about all I could manage.
"Would you like to come up to the board and do this problem for me?"
"Rather not. You go ahead. You got it."
"John . . . come up here."
I gritted my teeth and pushed myself out of the desk. I moved slowly to the front of the room. Mr. Stevenson placed the chalk in my hand.
"Go on. Solve the problem."
He stepped off to the side as I stared at the board. Oh God . . . I don't even know what half these symbols mean! I continued to stare at it, straining my eyes. My palms sweated as the snickers grew. I gripped the chalk tightly and raised my arm to start. Then I just let it fall again. Who am I kiddin'? I am an idiot, just like he says. I turned to Mr. Stevenson and tossed him the chalk.
"Do it yourself."
He caught the chalk, but didn't move. I went to my seat, scooped up my tattered backpack and then proceeded to walk out of the classroom. I heard gasps behind me and smirked in satisfaction. Wasn't expecting that, were ya kids?