The Joys of School.
My first self-defence class at Xavier's school for the gifted is something I will always remember. Me and the rest of the guys were fooling around in the locker room when the door suddenly burst open. Everyone instantly shut up which is a rare ting in a room filled with teenage boys; I looked at the intruder and decided this was not the time to make a joke. Because this guy was one scary looking motherfucker and he was pissed.
He made a point of sending each and every one of us a glare and pointed at me! " Kid, when do class start".
"Hmmm, four O'clock, sir".
" Then why aren't you little shits ready. Move your asses into that Gym NOW".
Needless to say never have a locker room been vacated so fast.
When you are a new student theres always a certain period of time spent with getting to know the teachers and learning what you can get away with in class. Mr. Summers was the kind of teacher that loves his subject and therefor naturally assumes that so does everyone else. In his classes you could get away with a lot as long as you did it discretely.
Miss Monroe didn't accept any trouble in her class and everyone knew that beneath her serene appearance she had quite a temper.
The professor was somewhere in the middle. He loved to teach but also believed in "kids will be kids".
But Wolverine was in a league of his own. It didn't take me long to realise that he didn't really care for us. Perhaps it was the way he always looked like he was the most bored person on earth, that being in this gym with 10 teenage boys, was his own personal section of hell. And if we made any trouble in class it would be a welcome excuse to rip someone's heart out.
He started with showing us how far he could throw innocent teens, only he called it flips. He slammed my poor classmates into the floor and yelled at them. I, who have always had a great survival instinct, decided that if I didn't move or even breathe perhaps he wouln´t notices me.
But then Remy had to lean over and start whispering " You know, why he's so pissed, homme"
"Shut uuup" I hissed at him.
"It's cuz his woman is out of town"
" Remy! Shut up!" I whispered.
" They always fuck like rabbits each night but she's been gone with the Professor on a seminar for a week now and it's getting to him".
" Remy…" I begged, as Wolverine glared at us.
" It's true" he said with a smirk on his face " I live down the hall from them and…"
A heavy hand feel on Remys shoulder. Wolverine was right behind him and pulled him into the middle of the gym where everyone could se him. He looked at his "Prey" and then at poor innocent me. And then said in an almost calm voice. "Did I just hear the to of you talk about my women"
*Why, No sir. Remy here, where just comparing her to a horny rabbit* I thought, trying not to shiver.
" Because my lady is not to be a part of your little shits, jerk off fantasies! "
" No sir, it hadn't crossed my mind, sir " Remy said.
" Are you saying my lady is ugly? Kid"
Poor Remy didn't knew what to do after that. He decided that if he was to survive unharmed the best thing he could do was to just shut up. * Now why didn't you think of that earlier. You bloody idiot * I thought. Wolverine looked at him, as to see how much physical damage Remy would be able to handle without actually dying. And then decided that he wasn't worth the trouble he would get in for killing a student. He let him go, pointed at me, and lucky me was the next in line to get thrown through the air. As soon as class was over I grabbed my close and got the hell out of there.
The next couple of days I didn't see Wolverine. Remy said it was because his woman had come home and that they where "catching up on lost fuck time". He pretended that Wolverines little speech hadn't affected him but I saw him look around before he said it.