Monday lunch

Rahne watched as the secret mutant walked out the door with a heavy head. The other hidden mutant moved the food around with his fork; the she-wolf saw the frown like a beacon. He seemed to think to himself about how life was going to be now with Chys in their lives. She knew little about the girl other than the fact that she looks like a bush with green, but Kurt seemed to be rather fond of the girl. Rahne was no empath or telepath but a fool could see the two trusted each other. "What are ya thinkin' about laddy", she said with her Scottish accent.

Kurt looked up with a nervous look on her face, "Oh, uh, nozing." If he wasn't covered by the image inducer, you could probably see him go slightly red in the face. Kitty smirked at the fuzz ball and Lance was no better at the twitch of his mouth, 'Oh no.' Kurt's eyes were wide and his mouth was in a wince as he tried to control his tail from moving. "Vhat", asked the demon looking mutant lying back in chair as though he was cornered.

"Like, you were totally thinking about like Chrys weren't you", it sounded more like a statement than a question as butterflies fluttered against the wall of his seemingly endless stomach. He could only try to keep a straight face while shaking his head at them for asking him the questions passing through their air. Suddenly an up roar came to the lunch room, everyone seemed to be interested at what was going on outside. The small table walked over to the window to see quite the sight to behold.

Back with Chrys

Lunch was exceptionally quiet she noted while eating her apple. In her opinion, so far the outside world was without a shadow of a doubt the weirdest place ever. Now that all of her advanced social training was finished everything else was a breeze, although she didn't exactly like the attention she was being given. It was as though she was a new exhibit to a freak show, how Chrys wished that she could step into the school in her own skin? It felt better. The disguised girl lied against the tree trunk staying hidden beneath the leaves and branches.

In her element she felt good with small things keeping her in peace and one with the things around her, 'Wow, now I sound like Xing.' Chrys shook her head at thought of that Zen crane telling her about the ways of tranquility. Her mismatched eyes looked down at her watch then at the schedule in her hand, six more minutes till class started again. Out of nowhere her mind flashed to Kurt and his smiling face, the bush haired girl let out a slight blush in her face.

She couldn't stop thinking about the blue fuzz ball since that day Kurt comforted her in her bedroom. It felt so right to be there, in his arms have him hold her like she was the only thing that mattered. 'Stop that', she mentally shouted shaking her head with a ridiculous look on her masked face, 'you know he was just comforting you like a good friend should.'

"Not like he would think of me like that", the wild child mused out loud. Why have these thoughts at all?

"Stop", cried a voice from below in the schoolyard in protest filled the air and she looked out through the branches to see what it was. Her gaze flew through the outside like a scanner in space, soon she found a group of teenagers crowding a young male with taunting grins on their faces. "Look man I don't need the trouble", the guy was fairly tall and looked like he could hold his own against those punks.

'Damn my personality', cursing in her vegetarian mind before getting out of the shadows of the tree and walking towards them. The vine haired girl seemed to be unnoticed by the male being too into their conversation. She soon took in every aspect of the high school boys starting with the source of that smell that made her almost vomit. His skin was pale white and his fingernails were a sickening yellow like his stained teeth. His brunette locks were untamed and shaggy. She didn't even want to think about the last time that boy bathed at all.

The large male towered over the other guys like a boulder with his large body. His skin was a healthy shade for a white person to have in general although he seemed to have a bit of a tan. In her personal opinion, he looked like a normal school bully that she had seen in those anti bullying videos. His voice seemed a little uneducated and deep, screaming trouble to me.

One of them that appeared to be the leader of the group was, she had to admit, good looking and sharp. His build was a rather slim muscular form that was complimented well with his bark brown shirt and skinny jeans. His skin was a bit paler than normal but she couldn't talk, her real skin was green. His hair was so white it would blend right in with the clouds above them. He almost spoke too fast for the new girl to comprehend, she wasn't all too sure she wanted to.

The one being victimized stood strong against all three of the bullies, glaring at them through almost black eyes and baring teeth. His tan hands clutching them in a fist flashing white knuckles at the opponent and feet firmly pressed to the ground, ready to fight against them all. His entire body language screamed battle for dominance; Chrys shook her head at the behavior. Finally Chrys spoke in a rather bored voice, "You know you don't have to fight for whatever it is you're fighting for."

The males all turned to the new kid's direction with confused looks on all of their faces. The shortest of the group started to speak in an uneducated tone, "Yo, it ain't any of your business, doll. So why dontcha just run along now?"

'What did he just call me', Chrys thought angrily as she gritted her teeth. However no matter how angry she was, she needed to have a leveled head, "Well I most certainly don't think violence is going to solve anything. Now why don't we get along with our lives and get to lunch?" Suddenly he leaped out at the hidden mutant like an amphibian only to be avoided smoothly and kicked in the behind for good measure. After that, the large one came charging at her like a locomotive, how many times had she seen this move before. It wasn't long till the entire school came out of the lunchroom with chants of encouragement.

The chants never died in the long run until it met the finish line, "What is all of this?"

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