Finding a spot to sit at at lunch had been proven disastrous the first couple days for Crystal. She would walk serpentine around the round tables, dodging people and backpacks on the ground, which created difficult obstacles as she navigated.
She spotted the peculiar male and female from the day before. They had a small table all to themselves, in which they conversed with each other quietly. The male must have told a funny story, Crystal remarked in her head, because he made dramatic hand motions. The female giggled softly at him being so silly.
Without realizing it, Crystal was walking over to the table. She swallowed hard as she approached them, eventually putting her lunchbox across from them. The two ceased talking and turned to the new girl.
"H-Hello, I'm Crystalia. Or Crystal."
The twins studied the outsider carefully. The female narrowed her eyes slightly and appeared as if she was focusing as she stared into Crystal's eyes. The male seemed less judgmental, but still not warmly welcoming.
"Hello, I am Pietro, and this is my sister, Wanda," he said in a thick, European accent.
Crystal didn't expect an accent, so the sound startled her a little. "May I si-?"
Wanda's lips pursed slightly. "Pietro and I usually sit alone."
Crystal looked down, still keeping her near-permanent, friendly smile. She ignored the female and sat down. "I see you have soup there, Pietro. It doesn't look very warm," she commented in a soothing voice. She reached her hands out and gently pressed them to the sides of the bowl. She focused for a couple seconds before a little steam rose from the liquid.
Pietro and Wanda watched, not completely in awe, but more surprised about how brave this new girl was. They instantly thought that she was like them, mutants, and therefore not a horrible human who would torture them.
"Amazing..." Pietro whispered quietly under his breath. His sister nodded in agreement. Heat powers were not new to them, but having a random female their age who went to their school certainly was.
Crystal pulled her hands away, a soft smirk spreading across her lips as she readjusted her posture. "May I sit here?" she asked again, sweetly, as if nothing happened.
Wanda nodded approvingly. "This makes sense now... I had difficulties getting into your head before. I apologize; I didn't mean to stare."
Crystal blinked, paused for a moment to think, then giggled. "I thought you were judging me. You had quite a look there."
Pietro smirks softly. "Or maybe that look just comes with being Eastern European. Some fear the Russian stare down, but most have yet to witness the Sokovian resting bitch face. Or, as how Americans view us, the Sokovian resting terrorist face."
Wanda and Crystal both laughed. "Ouch! That was hard on yourself," the new girl commented once she calmed down. She was slowly getting used to and even enjoying herself with the twins.
Pietro smirked proudly, for he not only got his sister to laugh, but also a beautiful and charming classmate. He somehow felt very trusting of this stranger, a feeling he never thought would come upon him. He and his sister spent majority of their lives closing people off, but in half a lunch period, the twins have found a true friend.
Around the lunchroom, a couple people noticed the odd Maximoffs talking and joking with the new girl. The other students whispered lowly about how the misfits were all fitting together like a puzzle. Johnny Storm, who was listening to one of his friends, took note of the scene and watched Crystal. He could hardly tear his eyes away from her animated face, but noticed how Pietro was in the same trance.
The lunch bell rang and the students dispersed. Crystal stood up slowly, fixing her yellow sun dress neatly, before sighing softly. She greatly enjoyed the twin's company, but now they had to part and she had to drag herself back to hell.
Pietro noticed the slight difference of her breath pattern. He walked over to her side. "Perhaps you could sit with Wanda and I again tomorrow?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes.
His gaze made her cheeks flare up very slightly, but she suppressed the feeling quickly when she said, "Well, if you're going to be in school on a Saturday, have fun..." she smirked softly.
Wanda couldn't help but giggle at her brother's apparent blunder. Pietro looked down at the floor for a split second. "God dammit, we have a smart ass on our hands."
Crystal laughed. "Not usually. But I saw my chance, and I took it," she said coolly before starting to walk out if the cafeteria. "Soo... How many minutes do we have to get to our next class?" she asked, changing the subject.
"At this point, probably two minutes. Do you know where you're going?" Wanda asked.
"Two minutes?! But this school is so big! And I have to be across the building to, uh... Um... That one class."
"That one class?" Pietro smirked, trying to be a smart ass himself now.
"Yeah... Crap. The teacher is short, mostly bald, and could be male or female."
The twins chuckled softly to themselves. "Mrs. M," Pietro answered. "C'mon, I'll show you that way. I'm heading around there anyway," he told Crystal before turning to his sister. "I'll meet you by your locker after class, okay?"
Wands nodded, and the twins went their separate ways. Crystal kept with Pietro to try and scout for her class.
"My, my, you walk EXTREMELY fast!" Crystal commented, having difficulty keeping up and weaving her way around students.
Pietro turned a little and glanced at her, a soft, teasing smile on his lips.
"Well... Whatever that means," Crystal thought as she continued to follow.
Eventually, the two found Crystal's classroom. She smiled warmly. "Thank you for showing me! It might take ne a few more escorts to finally rememers this classroom... Anyway, you better make like a bread truck and hauls buns to your next class! You're gonna be late!" she thanked and warned him before walking into her own classroom.
Pietro smirked, thinking about the weird analogy she just said. "She's very... Quirky," he thought before rushing off.
Crystal sat down as soon as the bell rang. She silently thanked Pietro over and over again, though her teacher was just about to give her a glare for being tardy.
Johnny Storm, having witnessed the new girl's rush to class, leaned over in his seat and whispered, "Cutting it pretty close, huh? You must WANT teachers to hate you," he joked and smirked.
Crystal turned to him, surprised that someone besides the Maximoffs was talking to her. She briefly studied him as she responded, "This school huuuge! I had to get a friend to escort me."
Johnny was planning on continuing the conversation, but Mrs. M cleared her throat in annoyance to signal that he wanted to begin class.
Crystal blushed sheepishly in embarrassment. She certainly did not want any trouble, especially from a teacher, but also wanted to make new friends. So far, the day was going well in that she gained two people she already knew she had a lot in common with. Now random students were striking up conversations with her, much to her delight.
Johnny glanced over at Crystal multiple times during note taking. He often tried to meet her eye contact so he could flash her a smile or wink at her. Or... something. He just wanted to get her attention at this point.
Crsytal slipped her feet out of her flip-flops, letting her feet dangle freely as she daydreamed about the Maximoffs and their powers. She had a feeling that the two were very powerful, but she was not even sure of Pietro's powers yet.
At the end of class, Johnny shot up out of his seat to offer to guide Crystal to her next class, but the new girl was quick to make an escape. She was too excited to learn all about Pietro and Wanda.
Author's Note: Sorry this was a shitty end to the chapter. It's totally going to pick up soon! School is almost over, so I'll have a lot of time to plan everything out :)