A/N: It's very sad but so far, I've only seen Season 1 so I'm completely foreign to the new recruits and what happened after Season one… and I'm not American so I have no idea how the American education system works…
Intended pairing: At first, I intended to solely concentrate on S/L… but then I got caught up in writing the e-mails… rather intoxicating actually *grin* so there are now quite a lot of pairings…. But they'll be subplots….
Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue
"I wonder what he wants," Scott muttered impatiently, fidgeting in his uncomfortable plastic chair.
Swiveling his head to take in the whole of the auditorium filled with grainy sunlight diffusing through the grimy glass windows, his eyes clouded over with worry.
"We didn't trash any school property recently, did we?" He asked worriedly, his eyes raking over the rest of the X-men seated in the row next to him suspiciously.
Grinning affectionately, Jean patted his arm comfortingly. "Calm down, what's your big rush anyway?"
Scott sighed heavily. "I don't know," He confessed.
"It's just, there's so many things to cope with recently." He replied vaguely, trying to evade Jean's probing gaze.
"You know you can tell me anything, anytime right?" Jean said softly but firmly, looking unflinchingly straight into his eyes that were shielded by his shades.
Sometimes, Jean really hated Scott's sunglasses. Not just because they represented his uncontrollable power, but also because they sheltered Scott from things he wanted to avoid, providing a convenient veil for him.
"Yeah," Scott mumbled intelligibly.
Jean was about to probe further but her attention was deflected as Principal Kelly strode onto the stage, grasping a microphone tightly in his left hand.
Glaring at the students until the noisy chattering settled down into a low buzzing, he cleared his throat.
Raising the microphone to his lips, he opened his mouth… and promptly grimaced as a piercing shriek of feedback emanated from the microphone, generating howls of complaint from the student population.
Raising the microphone cautiously to his lips again, he started to say authoritatively, "Good morning, I have called this assembly to inform you of the new initiative implemented by the board of directors to improve the standard of English in the school."
Pausing to glower at some students that were chatting among themselves, he continued, "Every single student in this school will be paired up randomly and the two of you will exchange e-mails with each other until the end of the semester from accounts that will be assigned to you shortly. You will not attempt to find out each other's identities. You will not use it as an opportunity to flirt. You will take this matter seriously."
Emphasizing his words by wagging his finger at the students emphatically, he allowed himself a sadistic smile. "And finally, you will save every single e-mail between the two of you and compile it, sending it to your English Literature teacher for grading."
An outraged silence greeted his words and broke out into fierce ranting.
"This is such an invasion of privacy!"
"How are we supposed to e-mail each other if we know all the things we say can be read by a teacher at the end?"
"Don't we already have enough homework and projects to handle?"
"I refuse to take part in such a crappy assignment!"
Ignoring the fuming students, Principal Kelly left the stage and the auditorium, sufficiently satisfied at the ruckus he had caused.
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Oh, please, please, please let it be Kitty….please, please, please…
Ooh… I so wanna get Lance- yum, yum, bad-boy…. Or Scott *sigh* gorgeous and sweet…. Or Pietro, but I think he's gay so scratch that…
Who the hell cares about this assignment? I never asked for this much responsibility… I wish Mystique would come back and take charge of the brotherhood again.
I wish Scott would tell me what's bothering him instead of hiding it and brooding like he always does…
I wish I didn't realize that I'm gay….
TBC…
