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Growing tired of staring out the window wishing that things were different and that he wasn't being forced to stay at the institute, Olivier reached into his backpack and pulled out a pack of playing cards. He laid them out on his bed and played solitaire.
There was a knock at his door. Olivier continued to play his game without bothering to look up, he figured it was just Nathan coming back. The door opened and a woman with short brown hair opened the door, but didn't walk in.
"Olivier?" she asked.
Olivier looked up hearing the woman's voice.
"Hi," she smiled, "I'm Ms. Pryde. I teach computer-science here." She spoke with a slight valley girl accent.
Olivier stared at her blankly, not caring who she was.
"Okay, then," she hesitated as her smiled weakened a bit, "Mrs. Summers sent me to tell you that dinner's being served in the cafeteria. She wasn't sure if you knew or not."
Olivier shook his head.
"If you would like I could show you where it is. Are you hungry?"
Olivier looked down at his card game. He hadn't eaten all day. Sighing he said, "Whatever."
"Okay, just follow me," her smile returned as big as ever thinking that she had finally managed to get through to the boy since he had responded to her.
At the cafeteria, Ms. Pryde stopped and held the door open for Olivier, "Here you are. I hope you enjoy your dinner. If you ever need anything, you can come talk to me or any of the other staff." She smiled a really big, put on smile.
Looking at Ms. Pryde squarely in the eyes, Olivier snapped, "You know I'm not a helpless little boy, right? I can handle myself." He walked through the doorway, "Please, tell the other teachers what I said. It will be one less thing I have to tell them."
Some of the kids had noticed his outburst at Ms. Pryde. They turned and looked at him as he passed. As Olivier walked by, a blonde haired girl with wings whispered loud enough for him to hear as she leaned over to a girl with long black hair next to her.
"Did you see that, Nina? That boy just did all but tell off Ms. Pryde. She's like one of the nicest teachers here. Yet, if I would have said that to her, I would have been written up. How come he gets away with it. It's unfair."
"Your dad would have paid off your detention," Nina said, then added, "but I know what you mean, Celia. What's that guy's damage?"
Olivier, not caring what they said, walked past them. He kept his head down as he walked into line and grabbed a plate of food, but when he noticed Nathan sitting at a table with a group of three others, he raised his head up a bit. He wondered if he should try and sit there or not. Nathan was his roommate whether he liked it or not. Nathan looked at the empty chair at the table. He stood up. Olivier edged a bit to walk closer that way.
"Yo, sis, over here," Nathan called.
Olivier stopped. He noticed a green eyed girl with a red-haired bob carrying a tray of food walking up from behind him. Olivier sighed and sat down at a table by himself at the far end of the cafeteria.
Sitting down at the table by Nathan, the red head began to talk, "Hey, Nathan, do you know that new kid?"
"Why?" Nathan asked as he looked over at Olivier sitting by himself.
The girl shrugged, "I was just wondering because he just yelled at Ms. Pryde."
"What!" exclaimed Meredith who was sitting across from Nathan, "Who would yell at my mom? Rachel, nobody yells at my mom. That's rude."
"Calm down, Mer. I think the boy's got some issues," Rachel said as she glanced over at him, "It's too bad, too. He's kind of cute."
"How do you know he's got issues?" asked a boy with blue fur who was sitting next to Nathan.
"Because, Miguel, even without reading his mind, he gave off like a hundred different emotions. None of them good," Rachel replied, taking a bite of sandwich.
"You can say that again," said the black boy who had tattoo like black marking on his head next to Meredith, "I heard Mrs. Summers talking to your mom earlier, Meredith, and she said that he was...what's the word... psychologically unstable."
"Wow, Azari, I didn't even know the word psychologically was in your vocabulary. Or unstable for that matter," Rachel joked.
"Good joke, Rach, you had to have one someday. Looks like today was that day," Azari smiled.
"Anyways," Rachel said, ignoring Azari's comment, "That guy's probably going to be trouble for the mansion. I just wish I knew who he was."
Nathan sat quietly in his chair. He was never this quiet. Rachel looked over at him, suspiciously.
"What do you know, Nathan?" Rachel asked.
"Nothing, I..." Nathan began, but stopped as he looked at his sister's disapproving face, "fine, I do know who he is."
"Who?" Rachel asked, eagerly.
"My roommate," Nathan said, "He's...it's hard to describe."
"Psychologically unstable?" Azari asked.
"Azari!" said Rachel sternly, now really annoyed, "Can you stop with the psychologically unstable crap? You're an idiot. Everyone knows it. Just because Miss Frost, the ethics teacher of your dreams just because she knows a really good plastic surgeon who can do a semi-okay boob job uses the word one time in a lecture doesn't mean you have to keep saying it."
"Hey, I'm a prince," Azari shrugged.
"Of a country no one knows exists," Rachel clarified, "Not much to inherit." Azari rolled his eyes.
"Okay, so what were you saying, Nathan?" Rachel asked, getting back on the topic at hand.
"My roommate," Nathan said. "I guess all I can say about him is that I had to ask Dad about him. You want to know more about him, you can go ask him, Ray."
Rachel looked over at Olivier, then back at Nathan. She looked annoyed, "Fine, if you won't talk, I will ask Dad, but will you at least tell me his name or am I going to have to read your mind?"
Nathan shrugged, "Olivier."
"Last name?" Rachel asked persistently.
"Olivier LeBeau," Nathan replied. His sister was annoying him with the game of twenty questions.
Rachel's eyes widened. Nathan realized that he may have said too much. Rachel turned around and looked at Olivier with wide eyes, "LeBeau. As in Mrs. Rogue LeBeau. As in that woman who died like a year or two ago. And her husband is now...well, really bad off. That LeBeau?"
Nathan smacked himself in the head, "Rachel!" he hissed, "Could you have said that loud enough?"
Rachel looked around the room and realized that she might have said her last statement a bit too loud as everyone was now looking at her. They all turned their attention to Olivier and immediately began to whisper.
Olivier glared at the red head and then at Nathan. He stood up, angry, and walked out the lunch room. As he walked, kids pointed as they talked between themselves about his family life. He opened the door and let it slam behind him. By this time tomorrow, he knew the rumors of his family would be all around school. It was bad enough being the new student, but it was even worse when everyone already knew your business and could judge you before they even met you.