I was waiting for Bobby near the danger room, my back against the wall. 'Late again." I thought.
I had been three weeks since I was rescued. And by time I healed, I was practically thrown into training.
A group of girls past me, all the while whispering, and I knew why. I was all over the news and the gossip magazines. Many of the headlines read, "Young Heiress Goes Mutant!" Each time I spotted something like that, it feels like my insides go numb. I was a wanted person for killing my family. Yea, like I wanted too. Since I've been at the institute, I would find many clothes thrown away in the trash. I didn't even have to look at the labels, I just knew they were from my clothes line, 'Lovely Laney'. But I tried not to let it bother me.
I pushed that out of my mind, and tried to focus what I would yell at Bobby for being late.
Bobby Drake. He was consistent on being friendly to me, even though it was the same flirtatious charm he treated the other girls with. I would ignore him again and again, but eventually, I just let him keep me company. But I wasn't good company myself, I would listen to what he said, and only spoke when he asked me a question. And most of the questions were so painful, I couldn't answer them.
As I waited for Bobby, a boy walked up to me. He had Reddish-Blonde hair, and was dressed in black. He had a smirk on his face that seemed to say 'Hey, I'm better than anybody here!' I immediately disliked him.
"Hey. I'm John. You must be that Rose chick. Anyway, Bobby's gonna be late and asked me to fill in for him."
"No." I said simply. I only trained with Bobby. For two reasons. One because he was the only person here that I could even come close to trusting. And two, the first time we trained together, he nearly killed me. I didn't realize his gift was the ability to manipulate ice. In the danger room, and icicle, barely graced my neck, but it still made it swell up, and felt like I was dieing. Apparently my relationship with ice, is just like with plants. Ice kills plants. Ice kills me. And so it has become a challenge to try to be immune to his mutant ability.
This guy looked, like I could trust him about as much as I can trust an alcoholic not to drink.
"Oh come on, Bobby's not gonna be here for awhile. And I thought you were different from the other girls. According to Bobby, you can put up a fight. Do you really wanna prove him wrong?"
It was obvious what he was trying to do. But of course I fell for it. I reluctantly nodded, and we headed into the room I loathed the most. As we stepped in, I saw him pull out a lighter, flip it open, and flicked it on. I reflexively, stepped back. I learned quickly after coming to the institute that I was very combustible. In fact now I think about it, it was my third infirmary wing visit that confirmed. I had caught my hand on fire. It happened while I tried to help in the kitchen. Which was stupid, since I was a rich brat that knew nothing about cooking.
"What is that for?" I asked, slightly nervous.
"Aw. Is Miss Rosie scared of a little fire?" He said, a smug look on his face.
A scowl appeared on mine, "No, not at all. Let's do this thing."

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The mechanical arms were coming at us from all angles. I dodged one, while John blocked the other. I learned his fighting style very quickly. He would use the heat of the fire to melt and soften the metal so it'll fall to the floor, defeated. With my power, I would use huge vines to pin the arms and twist them until the also, became unusable. But there was one drawback with our teamwork. We both were very untrained. Many times his flames came inches to my skin. And my control over my plants was very limited, too many times he was whopped on the head with an over sized elephant leaf. 'It could be worse.' I thought the first time, when he cursed my way for hitting him, 'I could have a huge Venus Fly Trap eat you.'
There was only one mechanical arm left. "I got this!" Called John. He focused his flame at the arm, almost like a beam. The big hunk of metal jerked awkwardly, as if it was in pain. Every which way it went, John's fire followed it. Then it appeared in front of me, and before I could move or react, it grabbed me with its claws."John don't-" I tried to yell, but it was to late, the fiery beam, coming straight for me. If exposed to much, I'll die. I really thought it was the end.
Then in a quick motion a body was in front of me almost shielding me. "No!" I yelled. But then out of of the body's hands was ice shooting towards, John's never ending flame. "Bobby" I whispered.
Soon John saw what he almost did, and he stopped. So did Bobby.
The mechanical arm released me, and disappeared. Someone was in the control room, closing down the program to prevent anything else fro happening.
Bobby stormed towards John, and grabbed his collar. "You almost killed her!"
John shoved Bobby hard, off of him, "Look! I didn't mean to! And she's okay now!"
"You almost incinerated her!"
"But I DIDN'T!"
"You almost did!"
"SHUT UP!" I yelled, furious at the both of them. I stepped in between them, "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
I wondered if they got the memo.
"Come on, Rose," Said Bobby, as he grabbed my wrist. His anger emanated off of him, and where he had hold of my hand, was freezing.
"Bobby-" I started.
"No!" A hand grabbed my other wrist, "She's fine with me!" Argued John. Again, I could feel his frustration on my wrist, Heat.
"Why? So you can Barbeque her?" Countered Bobby as he yanked on his side of me.
"No, so I can prevent you from turning her into a Popsicle!" I was yanked hard to the other side.
Hot, cold. Hot, cold. It was a sick version of one of Katy Perry's songs.
"Guys," I said weakly.
They looked at me and realized what they were doing. But before I was released, darkness overcame me.