I made sure to walk into chemistry extra early in order to make up for my lackluster performance the first day of class. Granted showing up early after just having what was sure to end up as a sex dream about your professor makes class a little bit awkward but he didn't need to know that. Despite having a good thirty minutes before class actually started I took my seat and opened my book with the absolute intention of taking notes this class. I would not fuck up this time.

"Ms. Black you're here rather early," I heard a tell-tale accent say. I suppressed a smile realizing at least for now we were the only two in the room.

"Yeah. I figured I should work a little harder if I want to keep up that 4.0." Well, almost 4.0. "Of course, some of the homework was a little bit difficult," I said biting my lip setting the bait for what I hoped would be a continued conversation. Truthfully some of the questions were a bit difficult. Science had never been my strongest suit.

"I'm sure if you applied yourself you'll find you understand some of them better than you thought." Something didn't feel right. It felt almost as if someone was inside my hea- Sneaky bitch was reading my mind! My mouth feel into a line show my clear disapproval. Charles merely chuckled in return.

"How about you tell the questions that you found really difficult?" he said with a wink.

"Fine," I huffed. "23 was pretty tough," I said flipping my textbook open to the problem. We spent the next half hour going over problems and although it was not the way I had wished the conversation would go it was a t least attention and I did end up understanding the questions afterward.

Midway through his explanations students started slowly filtering into the classroom. Among these students was of course Joey who waggled his eyebrows at me behind the professor's back before sitting on Professor X's opposite side, not daring to move him for my sake. Before long class began and to my credit I paid attention and took notes the entire lesson.

"Much better today," Professor Xavier said to Joey and me. "Keep up the good work!" Smiling, I gathered my things and sauntered out of the room with Joey.

"So was he making plans for when he's going to steal you away to his room and make you see stars?" Joey asked once we were out of earshot.

"I wish. He was just helping me with the homework."

"Ugh! All he should have to do is read your damn mind to see that all he'd have to do is say the word and you'd jump his bones!" he complained.

I just giggled in response but realized Joey had a good point. He could read my mind. Surely he'd know the extent of my border line freakish obsession with him. That simply wouldn't do. I'd have to train my mind to think about other things while I was in his class. I mean of course I wanted to fuck the man's brains out but there had to be much smoother ways of getting his attention than him hearing all the dirty thoughts I had about him any time I saw him.

"I'm just saying, if I can't have him at the very least you should," Joey said before hugging me and departing for his next class.

"Easier said than done," I mumbled before heading off to my next class. The day passed uneventfully and I was feeling much better about my second day of classes than my first. Surprisingly I had no plans with Annie that evening so I spent my time dawdling about my room. I did a little homework, surfed the internet for a while, watched a little tv. All in all I was prepared for a rather boring night; however, my mind kept going back to what Joey said about reading my mind. There had to be some way to keep the headmaster from prying into my thoughts.

Cringing I put on flip flops and made my way out the door. I was in what could only be described as a get up. I had a baggy pair of black sweatpants on with the words "LOVE PINK" emblazoned on the side with an oversized gray school shirt. The thing that really topped the whole ensemble off was my long red hair was twisted into a messy bun that should have never seen the light of day outside of my room. Nevertheless, here I was in my pajamas on my way to the one place I made a point to avoid like the plague, the library.

Pushing open the heavy doors I flashed my id to the attendant and started perusing the books in search of anything about telepathic abilities. I knew for sure I would never be able to develop them myself but I didn't want to anyway. Why would I want to know what people were thinking all the time anyway? Sounded more like a curse to me. I grabbed a couple of books that looked like they could possibly be useful and made my way over to a table.

The library was pretty desolate at this time. Most students were currently enjoying their precious little free time before the next day of classes. There were a few younger students here who seemed like they may have been new to the school and were here perhaps because of lack of friends or fending off homesickness. The remaining students were obviously over-achievers with their heads buried in their books already doing homework and trying to get ahead on their workload.

After looking through several of the books I found there was no real way to stop someone from reading your mind if you did not possess similar powers yourself. One effective way of discouraging telepaths from reading your mind was to focus intensely on something else. An easy method the book suggested was to just keep repeating one word over and over again in your head. It could be any word or phrase. It could even be a song. The main idea was just to focus on something so monotonously that the person would either become confused or simply tire of hearing what your mind had to say.

Feeling a bit tired at this point I closed the books and replaced them where they belonged. It was nearing eleven and I wanted to get some sleep in before class bright and early tomorrow. I shuffled my way back to my room flipping off Darren on the way for laughing at my outfit. I was tired and not in the mood to deal with an asshole like him. Sure, he was kind of cute but once he opened his mouth it suddenly didn't matter. Entering my room I slipped off my flip flops and fell on the bed slowly letting sleep take me away.