AN: I don't own X-men, or the Misfit's story. I'm just continuing where they left off with my own ideas. Hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter Two

I anxiously adjusted my tie, staring at myself in the mirror. I managed to sleep okay, but my eyes had small bags underneath them. I tucked my tie under my sweater vest when there was a light knocking at my door. I wasn't surprised to see Amara there. We sure seemed to have clicked.

"I'm ready for my first day of lessons," she grinned excitedly.

"Just gotta grab my jacket," I nodded, hurrying over to my closet.

"So you talk to Bobby yet?" she asked, practically bouncing in the doorway.

"No," I sighed, pulling a jacket off of a hanger. "I didn't see him at all."

"Maybe you'll have a class with him," she beamed. "Then you could try and talk to him."

"But we'd be surround by people," I pointed out. "That doesn't seem to be 'alone time' to me."

"Well, you talk to him about other stuff," she explained, "and then you make arrangements to meet alone and talk."

"Yeah, that could work," I nodded, a slight blush creeping up on my face.

"Either of y'all have history first?" Rogue asked, poking her head into the room.

"Nope, we got English," Amara replied.

"Gosh darn," she huffed. "I have no clue how to find the stupid class room."

"If you go down the main stairs, and take a right, go down the hallway, it's the third one on your right," I answered, adjusting my jacket on my shoulders. It was then I noticed that she had on black stockings that covered all of her legs. That's not part of the dress code, I thought.

"Thanks," she smiled, hurrying away.

"So who teaches English?" Amara asked as I closed the door behind me.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "They had teachers rotate last year, and it got kind of confusing. Since Ms Grey is back it may be easier."

"Maybe we'll have her," she grinned. "I hear she can move things with her mind."

"Wow, really?" I asked. I'd never heard of her powers, and I had been here longer than she had.

"Yup, I overheard some guys talking about her," she nodded. "She must be a very attract woman to have all those guys gushing over her."

"I think I saw her standing on stage with the other teachers," I said, recalling yesterday's assembly.

"No, she's got really long red hair," Amara said, making a face. "I heard she had hair down to her waist. The lady on stage had shorter red hair."

"Then I wonder who that could be."

~X~

"I'll check first," Amara winked, jogging up ahead. She had insisted to look inside the classroom first to see if Bobby was inside to help me "prepare" myself. "I don't see him," she reported, turning back to me. "I say its safe to enter. Let's go sit next to that girl in the front." I followed her inside, and saw a girl with light brown hair in a very high ponytail that reached her shoulders.

"Hi there," Amara greeted, sitting in the seat beside her. "I'm Amara." The girl remained unresponsive. "What's your name?" she urged, hoping to make conversation.

"Rahne," she said shortly, not looking at her. Blinking in surprise, Amara quickly turned to face me on the other side of her.

"I don't think she's a big people person," she whispered, leaning over.

"You get that from one word?" I asked.

"Yes, you can tell in her tone of voice," she nodded.

"At least you know when you're not wanted," someone commented from behind me. We turned around and saw Emma flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Why are you sitting here?" I asked, my heart sinking.

"I sit where I like," she snapped. "Besides, there's no other place to sit. So deal with it." I could tell Amara was about to say something when someone cleared their throat at the front of the classroom. We all turned around, and saw a woman with short red hair standing there, glasses low on her nose.

"Good morning," she greeted with a prim smile. "I'm new to the school this year as you can tell, and I hope to get to know you all." She walked across the room with such grace and balance. "You may call me Mystique, and this year I'll be teaching you English. Yes Mr...?" She motioned to a hand that had been raised at the back of the room.

"Longshot," he replied, with a smirk. "So what can you do?" The class waited patiently, looking at her expectantly.

"You mean, what is my special gift?" she asked, her expression unwavering.

"Yes ma'am," he nodded. I looked at Amara, who gave me a small shrug showing she heard nothing of this lady. I turned my attention back to Mystique, but she was no longer there. Longshot was now standing at the front of the classroom.

"Now that's cool," Longshot gasped from his seat at the back of the classroom. I blinked in confusion, looking from one Longshot to the other.

"Yes, it does seem rather 'cool'," the Longshot at the front of the classroom smiled, pacing, "but seeing how teaching biology is not my subject, but Ms Grey's, I won't take the time to explain it."

"Your DNA just rearranges itself to match that of someone else's," Forge explained, raising his hand. "Is that right?" The Longshot standing smirked in amusement.

"Yes, that's right." Before my very eyes, the Longshot in front of the class turned into Mystique.

"Whoa," I whispered, watching her mystified. Clearing her throat, Mystique picked up a piece of chalk and began writing on the black board.

~X~

English was actually very interesting. It could've been because Mystique had this air about her that made it hard for you not to pay attention to want she was saying. I was glad Emma didn't bug me anymore in class, she was probably as drawn to the lesson as I was.

"Hey, Kitty," Fred whispered, tapping me on my shoulder. We were in math class now, and working on a worksheet that Professor McCoy gave us to refresh our memories of what we learned last year. "I'm not sure if I got this right," he said, turning his paper around so I could read it. I turned around in my seat, and checked out the question he was pointing to.

"You forgot to square the numbers," I said, showing him what I meant. "Then you follow through with the equation."

"Oh," he blinked, looking at it closely. "Okay, I see it. Thanks, you're so smart."

"Well, I'm average," I chuckled lightly, scratching my head. "I'm not that smart."

"You're smarter than me," he pointed out with a big smile. "And that's important if I'm going to be asking for your help."

"True," I nodded. I went to turn around, but I froze when I noticed Bobby sitting in the second last row, a couple desks away. My chest hurt, and I felt my face get hot, as I watched him work on his math sheet. I can't just shout across the classroom, I thought. Maybe I could run after him at the end of class? But he's closer to the door than I am, and he walks so fast. He'll for sure get away before I could run around all these desks...Or I could run through them. My breath got caught in my throat when Bobby looked up. He wasn't looking at me initially, but when I tried to turn around he did, and our eyes locked. Before I knew it, I was waving at him awkwardly. Every time I waved at him last year, he completely ignored me. His face staid straight this time, as it always did, but he returned my wave. I quickly turned around before he could see the blush deepening on my face. He waved back, I gushed silently to myself, hoping I didn't catch anyone's attention.

I managed to finish the work sheet just as the bell rang. I left my papers on my desk, just like Professor McCoy instructed, and turned to see Bobby heading for the door. Taking in a deep breath, I sprang forward, running through desks, chairs and students. He veered to the right as he left the room, so I aimed for the wall to the right of the door, and nearly tripped over myself as I tried to slow down.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Bobby said, stumbling back when I popped out in front of him.

" Um, hi," I stammered, frozen in embarrassment. Great, I thought, feeling awkward. I didn't even think about what I was going to say to him. We stood their awkwardly as other students walked by.

"Well, if all you wanted to do was delay me going to the cafeteria, you-"

"Thank you," I whispered, looking down at the floor.

"Huh?" he asked, looking at me confused.

"I just...wanted to thank you," I repeated, spinning on my heels, and quickly making my way to the cafeteria.

~X~

"Thank you?" Amara gasped in disbelief. "All you said was 'thank you'?"

"I panicked," I sighed, shoving a spoonful of soup into my mouth, and swallowing it quickly. "I didn't know what else to say."

"Who are you guys talking about?" Kurt asked from across the table. "You keep speaking of this mystery boy, and I must say it's highly interesting."

"You won't find out anytime soon," Amara smiled, eating her hamburger.

"You know Scott's a major vegan right?" I whispered in her ear, causing her to spit it back out onto her plate.

"You don't like it?" Fred asked, from beside Kurt.

"Not really...," she hesitated, biting her lip. "I'm gonna go get a garden salad instead." I couldn't help but giggle as she scurried away, leaving her food behind.

"I don't think she'll mind," Fred smiled, reaching over and taking her burger.

"Are you really that desperate for food Fatty?" A sharp voice asked, sending a shiver up my spine. John walked by, glaring at us, and to my surprise, his arm was wrapped around Emma's waist. A fitting couple, I thought with a scowl.

"No, I just don't want it to go to waste," Fred smiled, eating it without hesitation.

"Just hurry along to your little club," Scott snapped, coming over with his lunch. "You don't want to miss the reciting of your pledge."

"Careful Summers," John said threateningly. "You don't want to end up in the hospital like your brother." This hit a nerve, and Scott reached for his glasses.

"Scott no!" I gasped, grabbing his arm. "Don't." Scott gritted his teeth, shaking with fury, and I felt him restrain from pushing me away. John only smirked with satisfaction and walked away.

"Don't tell me I missed something good," Amara said, coming up with her salad.

"Only a pest," Kurt replied, poking his food. Scott took in a few calming breaths, and seated himself on the other side of me. Amara pouted as she sat down next to me, and opened her salad.

"Sorry," I whispered to her.

"It's okay," she whispered back. "He's still at the same table."

"Excuse me." A small, dainty girl came up to our table with dark shades on, and a stick in her hand. She had long black hair that hung half in her face, but she didn't seem to mind. "Is it okay if I interrupt you for a minute?"

"Sure, what's up?" Fred replied cheerily.

"I'm looking for where the Hellfire Club has lunch," she smiled shyly. "I can't find it, and I was wondering if any of you knew where it was." Everyone but Amara turned their eyes on me.

"Oh come on," I groaned. "I don't want to go back there. I hate it there."

"Is it bad?" the girl asked, making a face, looking straight over the table, looking at no one in particular.

"They're not a good lot of kids to be seen with that's for sure," Kurt replied, watching the girl tentatively.

"Oh, really?" she asked, frowning. "I was told that only special students get invited."

"Oh, they're special alright," Scott huffed, through gritted teeth. "In their heads."

"Maybe I shouldn't go then," the girl said, gripping her stick harder. "There's nothing special about me anyways."

"Don't say that," Amara gasped. "We're all special. We've got these...abilities that set us apart from everyone else."

"Yes, but at least you can see," she said bitterly. I felt a pain of guilt in my chest when I realized the truth. The stick she held was a walking stick, and she didn't look at anyone because she didn't know where they were exactly.

"I'll leave you to your lunch then," she bowed slightly. "Sorry to have-"

"I'll take you to them," I blurted, already on my feet. "If they invited you, you must fit their criteria of special. You may think of them differently than we do anyways. Come on, I'll show you the way."

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking uncertain.

"Of course," I smiled, taking her elbow, and leading her out of the cafeteria.

"My name is Irene by the way," she said, allowing me to guide her.

"I'm Kitty Pryde," I replied.

"I know," she nodded. "I saw meeting you."

"Huh?" I asked, looking confused.

"Sorry, it's what I'm able to do," she explained when we got out into the hallway. "I can see the future, but that's all I'm able to see. I saw myself being lead to the Club by someone in the cafeteria, so I went asking around, and then I finally found you."

"Oh," I nodded. "That's actually an interesting power."

"I guess," she sighed. "I only get the visions every once in awhile. I once was able to have one just thinking about it, but I haven't been able to since. I wonder if I'll ever be able to control it."

"You will," I smiled, sounding optimistic. "Being here will help, trust me. This school is great."

"Yes it is," she agreed as I took her around a corner, and toward a pair of large double doors. "But it won't stay that way forever." Her voice sounded scared, and shaky, and I felt a shiver go up my spine at the thought of the school ever changing. We were only a few feet away when the doors opened, and Forge stepped out.

"Irene, there you are," he sighed in relief. "I was beginning to get worried."

"I knew I'd come just fine," she smiled brightly. "Thank you Kitty."

"Oh, you're welcome," I smiled in return, allowing Forge to take her hand.

"How was your summer?" he asked me, with a genuine grin.

"Long, but it was a nice break," I shrugged.

"Forge, you coming?" I heard someone shout from within the room. I could just see it. The HellFire Club gathered around a long dinning table, being waited on by two mutants with collars, and eating the finest, fanciest foods they could find.

"Thanks for bringing her," Forge said, before closing the door behind them. Welcome, I thought, with a sigh.

~X~

I was so glad for school to be done for the day. I was filled with a satisfying amount of dinner, and was laying down on my bed, my head hanging off the end. It wasn't that bad of a first day. I managed to make a new friend, and keep my old ones. I got through the school work easy enough, but I wasn't looking forward to this year's work load. It was better than last year's first day. Even though I was going to school with other mutants, I still stuck out like a sore thumb because I was the only girl. I was glad that that wasn't the case anymore. It was nice to see other girls in the hallway. There wasn't as many of them as there was boys, but there was enough to make me feel comfortable.

My eyes wandered around my room, and landed on the mini cooler. I wonder how that's holding up, I thought, rolling off my bed and walking across the room. I tightened my helmet a bit before I knelt down to open the cooler. I felt my heart drop into my stomach when I opened it. The ice was a puddle, and floating on top was a deformed heart.

"No, no, no!" I panicked, closing it up, and racing out of my room. There was only one thing I could think of, and that was to shove it into the freezer in the kitchen. I ran as fast as I could, and even phased through a couple rooms, until finally made it. I dropped the cooler on the counter, and whipped it open, scooping what was left of the heart out of the freezing water, and into the freezer. I stared at it, my heart racing, and my eyes stinging. I ruined it, I thought, looking at its awful shape. It had once been smooth and flawless as glass, now the edges were wavy, and you could see faults insides.

I let the freezer hang open, and sat down at the counter, staring at it miserably as I had at home. I ruined it, I thought, burying my face in my hands and bawling my eyes out. The most beautiful and priceless gift I had ever received, and I ruined it. I should've left it at home. Who cares if my parents saw it, they would've kept it safe. What was I thinking? I wasn't...I never can when he's on my mind...

"They run out of freezies?" someone asked from the doorway. My head shot up in alarm, and stumbled away from the counter. Oh, God no, I thought watching Bobby move toward the fridge. I could tell my face must've been a sloppy mess, but I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking of hiding the heart from him. Would he get mad about me ruining it?, I wondered, running through the counter to stop him. I'm sure he would. I managed to grab hold of the freezer door just as he did, our hands touching. Normally I would've withdrew it, but I wasn't this time. I was going to keep him from seeing it.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to pull it open farther so he could see inside. I pulled back with as much force as I could. "Why are you acting so strange today."

"Y-you can't see," I found myself stammering, my face a mess of running tears and snot.

"Can't see what?" he asked, his expression staying the same as it always did. Against my will, my hands phased through the door handle, and I landed on my butt on the floor. The freezer door swung open, banging off the wall, and began to close again. Bobby stopped it, looking inside. I was too afraid to look up at him. I staid on the floor, staring at my shoes when he squatted down. Surprised, I looked up to see him holding what was left of the heart.

"You kept it," he said in a quite voice, his facial features looking softer.

"I ruined it," I sniffed, not looking him directly in the eye and whipping my nose clean with my sleeve. I stared at the pitiful thing, small, and wretched compared to its former beauty, but before my eyes I watched it reform, and takes its original shape. Bewildered, I finally looked at him and for the first time that I could remember, he was smiling. It was only a half smile, but it was genuine, and it made my heart flutter.

"All better," he said, putting it into my hands. I examined it in awe. It was as flawless as the first time I held it. "Keeping it in a cooler will only let it melt again, but I'll fix it as many times as you want." His voice was so gentle, and his eyes didn't look like icicles, but pools of calm water. The blush on my face was so deep, and the pain in my chest was so strong, I wasn't even sure I was breathing.

"Th-thank you," was all I could get out.

"Is that all you know how to say?" he asked, a bit of his old annoyance coming back.

"When I get nervous...yes," I found myself blurting, and wishing I could take it back.

"This was actually suppose to just be a thank you," he said, looking down at his creation thoughtfully. "For saving my life."

"'Just suppose to be'?" I repeated, looking curious.

"Yes," he nodded, cupping his hands around mine and the heart, "but it actually...meant more when I finished making it." I didn't know what else to say. I didn't want to say anything that would sound stupid and ruin the moment, and I didn't have to. He leaned forward, and pressed his lips against mine, silencing any words I even thought of saying.

~X~

I was in a daze when I knocked on the door. My head was spinning, and I thought I wasn't getting enough oxygen through the shallow breathes I was taking. When Amara opened the door, her hair was in two braids, and she wore a long blue nightgown.

"What happened?" she asked, taking my hands to steady me.

"Bobby," I blushed with a goofy smile.

"You talked to him?" she gasped, pulling me into her room. "Tell me everything, and don't leave out any details." We sat on her bed, and I spilled out everything I could remember: from me running out of my room with the cooler, to my snot fest, to the kiss, to hiding the heart in the back of the freezer with Bobby's help. The whole time wearing my helmet, which I still had on now.

"You gotta ditch this thing," she laughed, knocking on it, "but I'm so happy for you. I'm so glad you guys are finally together. Are you guys going to eat lunch together now?"

"Um, well I guess so," I shrugged. "I don't know, we didn't really get to discussing that."

"Oh don't worry, you'll have lots to talk about now," she giggled, laying down on her stomach.

"I don't know," I said, feeling a bit worried. "He still has that guarded look."

"Well of course he will," she said, looking at me as if I was stupid. "You only just started dating. He hasn't opened up to you yet. He will though, don't worry about that."

"I hope so," I sighed, but couldn't erase the smile from my face.

"AHH!"

"What was that?" Amara gasped when the pair of screams caused us to jump in alarm. We scrambled off the bed, and headed in the direction we thought we heard it come from, when Rogue rushed through one of the doors, her hands sending sparks everywhere.

"I didn't mean to," she cried, tears streaming down her face. "I swear I didn't."

"Look out!" Amara gasped, pushing me out of the way and was hit by a stream of coloured light. She was sent flying down the hall, and almost fell down the stairs.

"I can't stop it!" Rogue screamed, trying to clasp her hands together, but it was no good, she ended up creating a wave of energy, but I phased myself so it went right through me, and hit the wall behind me, causing the girl inside to scream. I thought back to how I was able to phase both Bobby and myself through Alex's blast of energy. Maybe I can touch Rogue and phase both me and her, and then all the energy she creates will phase through the walls without harming anyone..., I thought. It was very complex and elaborate, and I wasn't sure I could do it, but I had to try something. Praying I wouldn't fall through the floor, I raced forward, keeping myself phased so the energy bursts went right through me.

"No don't touch me!" Rogue shouted when I got close, but it was too late. As I felt my foot sink through the floor I grabbed onto Rogue's arm and held on tight. I was met by agonizing pain, that made me cry out, and then I was falling, and swallowed up by darkness.

AN: Just so you know "Rahne" is pronounced as "Rain". Please review, I'd appreciate it very much. Let me know what you think of the story so far.