In homeroom the next morning, after attendance was called was when everything went down. Remy and Bobby were furiously copying down homework, Bobby coping physics and Remy was copying the U.S. History homework, because homeroom doubled as history.
"Hey Freak!" Was called loudly and rudely out. Every head snapped up. Remy immediately noticed that the other kid, a member of their class named Lewis was staring directly at him. His eyes were crazy. Remy had been around enough people who smoked pot to know this kid was high as a kite. Everyone else was looking between them. The teacher rushed to the classroom phone and called down the assistant principal.
Lewis picked up a lead paperweight off of the teacher's desk. It was clear glass with colored flecks of confetti inside. He hurled it like a cannonball. Remy caught it in his palm to everyone else's shock and Lewis's chagrin. He looked at the object in his hand with vague interest. Lewis looked like he was about to charge. Remy, quick as a flash, (or even Quicksilver Bobby thought to himself), hurled the globe and hit Lewis in the throat. Throwing something was a lot different than hitting someone. Sure, he could throw something, but if it had come to blows, he probably wouldn't have done anything.
Lewis was doubled over trying to breath, his hands gripping his throat. Remy grabbed his bag and without looking at Bobby walked over to where the assistant principals had just appeared, of course to late to be of any help.
Bobby stared after him, to surprised to do anything. For Pete's sakes, he was a super hero, it shouldn't have surprised him. He couldn't help being angry at himself for not doing anything to help.
Remy wasn't surprised when he got suspended for the rest of the week (considering it was only Wednesday). He thought of it like a vacation. Or so he told Henry when he came home. In truth, he was angry. Especially how they didn't even drug test Lewis even though the teacher had reported that he looked high. Nor did they listen to the teacher when she told them that Lewis had started the confrontation. For her being one of their teachers they sure didn't listen to her. Lewis had one day on In-House suspension. He had heard mumbles of "damn mutant" as he had left.
Once Henry had gotten home and retreated into his room, Remy went into his. He locked the door and rummaged through his bad, grappling for the scissors.
He pushed up his sleeve. The cut he had created on Monday had scabbed over. He dug at the scab. He felt a little better as it started to sluggishly bleed again, but it didn't do nearly enough. He picked a place just below the previous cut and dragged hard. His hand involuntarily flexed into a fist and he bit his lip, tasting even more blood. He closed the scissors and threw them against the wall. He rested his head on his knees and tried to breath slowly. He didn't understand why he was getting this mad. He gripped the fabric of his jeans and tried to turn it to liquid beneath his nails.
"Remy!" Henry knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" Remy pushed his sleeves back down and opened the door. He was just hoping that Henry didn't pick up that anything was wrong. Henry had too much on his plate these days, he couldn't add more. But he didn't think he had to worry anyway, Henry was pretty oblivious.
"You have a call." He shoved the phone at him before closing the door.
"Hello?" He asked gruffly into the phone.
"Remy?" It was Bobby. He hung up without answering and threw the phone onto his bed. Bobby was the reason that kid had noticed him. This was his fault. He felt kind of bad about hanging up on him but he pushed it aside.
Kinda short, I'm sorry :(