Chapter Three: Phys-Ed
Evan looked around, to make sure he wouldn't run into anyone, as he put on a burst of speed. For some reason, he was trying to beat Pietro Maximoff at a foot race, although he knew it was futile. But he still wanted to do his personal best- "all that counted," according to Mr. Crenshaw, his P.E. teacher.
"Daniels. Oh, Daniels!" Pietro laughed as he came up behind Evan. "Lapped for the third time, almost? Not bad, all things considered. I would have thought I would have gone around you five times by now- but I'm holding back." The pair ran alongside each other for a bit, each despising the other one.
SPLASH! Suddenly, Evan was face-down in what had to be the grimiest, ugliest, smelliest mud puddle he had seen for a while. Lifting himself up and concealing the spikes that now protruded from his arms, which quickly retracted, he wiped his face off and glared at Pietro. He continued running.
"PIETRO! OFF THE FIELD!" Mr. Crenshaw was turning as red in the face as Evan. "I SAW THAT! OFF TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!" Unlike Principal Darkholme, who Evan knew was, in reality, the nemesis of Professor X, the teacher had no inclination to go easy on the speedster. "Evan, are you OK?"
"Yeech... other than being covered with slime almost slimier then Pietro, yes." Evan had spit the word Pietro out as a vile word of unspeakable disgustingness, which about summed up Evan's opinions for the other mutant at the time. What really made him sick was the knowledge that Pietro would be rewarded, and not penalized. "Coach? Can I-"
"Head for the showers... don't want you getting sick from that slime!"
"Thanks!" Evan ran off for the building, irritated mostly that he was doing so well- but now his run would be recorded as "incomplete." And it was all Pietro's fault... it was all he could do to jam his hands in his pockets before they shot out spikes. He continued running, when the fire alarm went off! Wiping his face on his hands, and his hands on his previously-clean shirt, and ditching the nine-inch-long spikes sitting in his pocket, he rejoined his class so they could head to the correct area. Wait, wasn't this Attendance Day? They'd NEVER have a Drill then... BAD news! He picked up the pace.
Meanwhile, Kitty was having problems of her own...
Author's Note: I'm glad that I'm getting good reviews so far. I only have Jean, Kurt, Kitty, and Rouge left to end up in the fire drill... yes, these classes DO have relevance to the story! It will get rather funny pretty soon!