-Jordan's POV-

After that Kitty girl left, I immediately put her number in my phone. There was something about her, I'm not sure what it is, but there's something. When I was sure I was finally alone again, I looked down at my hands; they were back to normal. To make sure I just wasn't imagining things, I rubbed them together to find the oh so sweet feeling of flesh. I never thought I'd be so happy to see regular skin on me. This was probably the worst one yet; they've never lasted this long. Usually, they only last for about fifteen to twenty minutes at the most.

The air got colder and the skies grew darker as time ticked by. The only thing that really stinks about fall is that it starts getting dark so early. By the time I decided to start heading home, it was pitch black. The only light was whatever illuminated from the dull streetlamps lining the streets. Every now and then, there would be a few burnt out light bulbs, making it even darker. As I walked, I could have sworn I kept hearing soft footsteps behind me. Whenever I thought they were getting closer, I would turn around to look behind me.

"Yo. Yo, boy. Get over here."

I turned around to find a sickly pale boy standing right in front of me, only inches away from me. He was wearing some white outfit that made him look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. On top of all that, he smelt like he hadn't bathed in days, weeks even. Coming up behind him was a tall boy that looked like he had some sort of fish bowl on his head. Behind that boy was some gigantic dude with a blonde mohawk. They lined up side by side, arms crossed and scowl set.

"We saw what went down in front of the school." the fish bowl boy said. "We want you to come with us."

The pale kid grabbed me by my forearm, dragging me behind him. Or at least trying to. I ripped my arm from his grip, backing away from the weird group. The biggest kid took a step towards me, almost in a threatening manner.

"Come on Toad," he said "We gotta talk to him first. I'm Fred, but you can call me Blob."

The boy, Fred, stuck out a meaty hand for me to shake. The other kid with the glass covering his head introduced himself as Lance. The pale, stinky kid said his name was Todd, but people usually called him Toad. After introducing themselves, Todd immediately tried grabbing me again.

"Why won't you just come with us." he said, running out of breath.

"Gee, I wonder why." I replied.

"That girl you were talking to, Kitty, she's part of the X-Men." Lance started "They're the bad people, we want you to come with us and join us. The Brotherhood are good people."

For some reason, I was having a hard time believing what this Lance person was saying. I'm not sure what it was, but this group wasn't exactly sending out good vibes to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Bye."

Right as I was about to walk away, Lance went into some sort of stance and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. All of a sudden, the ground beneath us started shaking. The few leaves that had been clinging onto the trees planted in the sidewalk were now falling to the ground. With a loud crash, one of those trees fell to the cement, shaking the ground even more. Not knowing what else to do, I crouched down to the ground, lying down on my stomach. A small noise similar to a laugh sounded from the odd group of boys. After a few more moments, the shaking subsided and a small smirk spread across Lance's face.

"Are you fine now?"

With a groan, I stood up from the cold cement and looked over at the other snickering guys. Once again, I turned around to walk away. Almost as if the events form the earlier were repeating, a hand gripped my shoulder. I swung around and punched Lance in the side of his face as hard as I could. Recoiling, he tripped over the fallen tree, stumbling to the ground with a slight thud. Hopping over his body and the tree, Todd tried tackling me. I swiftly moved out of his way, letting him crash to the ground. Following Todd, Blob charged after me. When he came within a few inches, he raised a chubby fist. In surprisingly quick movements, he lunged that exact chubby fist towards my face. With reflexes faster than I ever possessed, I grabbed his fist, twisting it around. In a cry of pain, he slowly lowered himself to the ground, begging for mercy.

Remembering what I could do, I closed my eyes and tried focusing on my arms. Just my arms. I tried imagining what they had looked like when they were glowing red that first day. A slight tingling sensed from my limbs as the image became more and more clear. There was a light feeling and I knew I had been successful at willingly changing what my arms were. Finally opening my eyes just in time to see Lance running towards me again, I gave him another right hook. With a call of retreat, the three Brotherhood boys ran away in the opposite direction.

I was shocked when I realized that my arms weren't that glowing red they had been before, but now they were ice. It seemed as if they had done the exact opposite of what I had wanted them to do. I was beginning to get extremely confused with whatever was going on with me. Whether it's me turning into some sort of mutant or something else, it's definitely not simple. I was actually beginning to think that the idea of this Xavier Institute or whatever was a pretty good option for me at this point. I mean, think about it, I have no idea how to control whatever this is. If what Kitty says is true, and that place can help me, then maybe I would actually be able to control this. Then I wouldn't be changing into ice, rock, and fire every five minutes.

So it's decided then, I'll call the Xavier Institute first thing in the morning. Right now, I just need to find out how in the world to get up home. I don't exactly want to call my mom while I'm like, well… all icey.