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Day 2; Wednesday
The new students timetables were properly sorted now, however, it left Gambit alone for lunch today, absent of Ed and Pan for two days and absent of Crow for one. How was she to survive without either gagging Ed, laughing/interesting conversations with Pan or debating/reading with Crow? She felt like shouting Infamy! Infamy! They've all got it in for me!
Today, her only difference in clothing was her top, which was now white with black lettering 'I once read about the evils of drink so I gave up…reading'.
She sat on the same lunch table as yesterday hoping someone would pop up whilst she listened to Lost prophets whilst reading a comic. Suddenly she found that the comic was ripped away from her and was now in the hands of a tall, dark haired lad with a death glare that could quite possible scare the living daylights out of any other person…just not her.
"Move. This is my spot." He said in a deep growl.
"No. You didn't say please and you snatched my property, and I do believe that is considered a crime." Gambit replied sitting up straight, MP3 now turned off as
she folded her arms with a solid look of annoyance.
The lad threw down her comic and repeated his phrase in a darker tone.
"If this is your spot, can I sit next to it?" Gambit coolly replied.
"No."
"Then I'm stayin'" She got out her headphones again and placed her MP3 on the table, but before she knew it, her MP3 was melted to an unsightly hump.
"Now that's just mean."
"Like I said, Move!" Suddenly, the canteen grew quiet, flames were dancing in the lads' eyes.
"Make me." Gambit soon regretted that. The lad powered up before her eyes and turned over the table. His hands were now covered in orange flame. The
students present either ran off or, like most, stayed and chanted 'Fight!' over and over.
Gambit stood up, feeling the frustration pouring from this human flamethrower.
"Bare in mind, this is your fault for resorting to violence." Then Gambit removed a pack of playing cards from her trench coat readying them for use. A sly smile formed on her lips, eye's faintly glowing as she readied her destructive powers.
He threw what seemed more like a warning shot near her feet, but Gambit stood stock still and began to create a kinetic charge in one of the cards she was holding causing it to glow a pale red.
"You do not want to cross me!" The flamethrower bellowed
"It's you who's doing the crossing!" Gambit countered.
What occurred next was the equivalent to a two-person war. Explosions shook the canteen every time Gambit released a charged card; bystanders began to flee. The canteen was on the verge of being crippled. Gambit was easily dodging the short bursts of flame creating counter attacks to try and confuse the hot head.
"Gambit stop!" Pan had sensed the use of her friends powers just before she entered her class and ran to the scene. Her sudden interference led to a slight pause in the fighting.
"Pandora's right Gambit, ENOUGH!" Principle Powers, shortly followed by other teachers and curious students came from behind Pan. "I thought I had a promise from the two of you that there will be no fighting! Both of you, come with me." The two teens had no other choice than to follow their Principle whilst the other teachers cleared the corridors enough to allow cleaners through.
Powers had led the two to the detention room.
"Gambit, do not attempt to use your powers here, this room neutralises them. We need to re-evaluated that promise of yours and see that it never happens again or I'll have to allow the mad science lab to invent something that will keep your powers neutralised through out the year. Mr. Peace, I know this summer has been difficult for you but that is no excuse for fights. You will both remain here until I see fit to release you. I will see that your things are brought to you." And on that last note, she left, locking the door behind her.
The two stood opposite one another exchanging cold stares. Unfortunately Gambit had enough and sat down. Warren followed suite after a long pause.
"I can't believe you did that to my MP3."
"Is that all you're worried about?"
"That and what me mates are gonna say."
The two sat in what felt like a long silence.
"I'm Gambit by the way."
"You gonna tell anyone your real name?"
"Not that I have planned, no."
Another pause.
"Do I have to call you Mr. Peace too?"
She was met with an angry, dark stare.
"Fine, Peace it is. Forgive me if I laugh at the irony."
Yet another pause. A teacher came in with their bags, placed them on the table then left without a word. Gambit immediately got up and retrieved both bags handing Warrens' to him.
"Err…thanks."
"The sooner Principle Tinker bell sees we're bein' nice, the sooner we get out of this room. It's like a bloody lab minus the equip."
Warren removed a book from his bag: Mary Shelly's Frankenstein.
"That's a good book, seen the movie?"
"No."
"It's good…want me to shut up?"
Warren gave her one of those sarcastic 'what d'you think' looks.
And with that Gambit removed her own book, Memnoch the Devil by Anne Rice.
Two hours passed until they were allowed to leave the room.
Gambit plastered a fake smile to her face claiming that they were now friends and won't blow up any more school property and so on.
"The least you could do is act like we won't murder each other on school property."
"Trust me, I did you favour by not speaking."
"Yeah sure whatever. One lesson left and we leave this damn floating boring thing! I shall wave a flag in celebration." Gambit stated stretching and waving a finger.
"Are you following me?" Warren asked with a hint of annoyance.
"Why in God's name Mr. Peace, would I follow you? My next lesson just so happens to be in this general direction. It's just a matter of following the lockers until I come across a sign saying girl's changing room."
For some reason Warren paused, 'Changing room?' He asked a little sceptical.
Gambit sarcastically replied, "Yes Mr Peace, the room next to the boy's changing room, can you register that or is it too much?"
"Don't tell me she's got virtual villains next." Warren pleaded mostly to himself.
"What? Oh well, look on the bright side, what are chances of two trouble makes being paired up? Besides, we have to work with sidekicks."
Warren sighed and thought at least she won't be anywhere near me.
Author's note: I've somewhat got a plan for the story, tell me how graphic you want it in romantic scenes or whether you want them at all. I remain open for lesson ideas (no offence to anyone) I am also open for adjustments in the plot. Reviews are my food, so give me your ideas Sky High based or not, I don't mind, Feed Meee!