Meanwhile, Chameleon sat in class, listening to Ororo talk about chemistry, most likely the properties of metallic elements... again. She sighed a little and looked down at her note paper, which was covered with little hearts and little foxes. She smiled a bit at herself.
James leaned over from the desk next to Chameleon's, pulling the paper away from her to look at it, his smirk challenging her to bring attention to herself by trying to get it back.
She hissed darkly, her eyes promising revenge, and grabbed for her paper once, but he yanked it away too fast. She growled low in her throat. Ororo never stopped talking.
James chuckled softly as he looked over the paper, crumbling it up. "What cute little foxes," he taunted mockingly, "trying to make your own with the new boy?" He kept his voice low, so that it couldn't be heard over Ororo talking, simply enjoying receiving a new reason for mockery.
She growled very darkly at that, her eyes flashing. "It's none of your bloody business even if I was. Give me back my paper, James."
James chuckled again, keeping low enough he wasn't heard as he tossed the crumpled paper on to another boy. "Uh huh," he replied, grinning, "so care to share some, or do you save it for low lives?"
Her face was turning red. "Exactly the opposite. That's why I love Fox, and you're a pond scum sucker." Her powers flickered dangerously with promises of revenge.
James laughed then, still keeping the volume down. "I think you're a bit mixed up, but then, spending a night with someone might have that effect..."
She growled again. "Bastard. You don't know anything about anything, so butt out, alright?" She was still whispering.
James shrugged, "Suit yourself, but when you get tired of the wimpy little fox," he gave a quick mocking wink before adding, "oh and good luck getting that paper back." The paper had already made it's way around most of the classroom...
"When I'm 'tired' with Fox will be the day I'm dead and buried. Just cause you're jealous doesn't give y'the right ta do that." Her eyes were dangerous.
James grinned smugly at the knowledge she was further provoked, "I am not jealous, I'm just stating the obvious, the little rat is using you..."
"You'd be the expert in that department, now wouldn't you... mouse." She turned away from him with a snarl.
James shook his head as she turned, "Think about it, some street-rat pops-up, can't touch anything and when he finds you are different, suddenly he's spending the night... Have to be pretty dense to miss those motives..."
"Y'know, you'd think that if we'd actually slept together rather than talked ourselves to sleep." She didn't look back at him, watching Ororo.
"Sure you did," he replied simply, grinning darkly...
It was her turn to smile impishly, and she said nothing more, no longer entertaining his 'fantasies' about her. The bell soon rang, and before James could notice her, she'd disappeared - literally - and so did her paper.
As the room emptied, Chameleon growled sharply as she moved a distance away, and deactivated her powers. She knew the professor wouldn't appreciate her using them to run away from a situation such as this.
Brenna grinned brightly as Chameleon appeared once more, walking up to her. "Don't let James get to you," she said softly, a dangerous gleam to the light in her eyes the only warning that she was nowhere near sincere.
Chameleon stopped short when she heard Brenna's voice. She knew Bre's backstabbing venom all too well, and glared at the girl, but said nothing. But at the same time, she waited
Brenna held up her hands in a gesture of innocence at the glare, "Hey Chamille, I know what it's like to be mocked by immature idiots, do you really think I'd do the same to you?"
"Do you REALLY want me to answer that?" she asked, stretching the word really as her power flickered.
Brenna started a bit shrugging, "Fine, if you don't want a friend, I guess I can't be one. I just hope you didn't just fall asleep talking with the street-boy, that wouldn't be worth the trouble the two of you are in... Even the teachers that have heard are upset about it... I just... thought I could support you while you deal with them..."
"I don't need anyone's help in dealing with the teachers. Xavier knows for sure that nothing happened, and if he has doubts, he can see for himself." She snorted. "I don't have a reputation to speak of... and I can certainly do without a friend like you. I tried that one, remember?" she said bitterly.
Brenna tilted her head just a bit before shacking it, "Have fun with the Fox, but don't be surprised when he disappears once he gets everything he wants..."
"Mind your own business, Bre. Fox knows how I feel about him, and I know how he feels about me. I don't expect someone like you to understand." With that, she turned away.
James stood in her path, grinning darkly. "Well hey slut," he hissed mockingly, grabbing her arm, "trying to vanish without saying good-bye properly?"
She gasped as James grabbed her, and she tried to yank back. "Let.. go!" She hissed sharply at him. "James, let me go right NOW! Or I'll scream!!"
He shrugged the air in a ring around them growing thicker, as he used his power to pull moisture from the rest of the air, putting a wall of water between them and anyone else. "Go right ahead," he breathed, not letting her go.
She writhed harder, faster, desperation. "Let go, let GO!! LET ME GO!!" she screeched loudly, her arm easily bruising against his harsh hold.
James laughed. "Having fun wasting your breath," he questioned cruelly as he pulled her in, grabbing her other arm, forcing a kiss on her before releasing and pushing her away, hard, shifting the wall of water back into the moisture of the air.
As he pushed her back, she tumbled back onto the ground. Students had gathered curiously around the cloud in the middle of the hallway, and had jumped back as Chameleon came crashing out. With a small moan, she slowly sat up, turning her head to spit and wipe her mouth with her hand. She turned to James, and growled very angrily, her breath still catching her.
James chuckled, shaking his head as he turned away from Chameleon. "Enjoy Fox," he quipped, "No one else would find you worth the effort." He turned making his way past other students. Brenna was nowhere to be seen, probably having fled the scene earlier...
One of the students knelt down to Chameleon, glaring angrily at James's back. "You alright?"
She was shaking, and burst into tears once James was gone. "FOX!!" she screamed, knowing that he would hear her, no matter where he was in the school.
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Wolverine, who had been coming after Fox at the moment, paused, his hearing easily picking up the far off cry of a scared young woman screaming for her Fox.
Fox froze at the sound. "Ah 'ell," he muttered, not asking permission to leave, just darting for the exit, ears pinpointing where the sound had come from. He didn't know what had happened, all he knew was he had to get to her as soon as he could. Perhaps he should have asked permission, but... too late now.
As he came upon the scene, the student was helping Chameleon up to her shaky feet. She looked up at Fox as he came near, her face stained with tears.
Fox came to Chameleon, pulling her close to him, dis-heeding all the others in the hallway. "Wha' 'appened," he question in a voice that seemed almost a worried whimper.
As Logan came in to view the student that had been helping Chameleon turned, heading in the opposite direction, deciding they needed no more help from her with someone other then inquisitive students there.
She was shaking. "I'm s-sorry I interrupted y-your class..." She looked up at Logan, then back at Fox. "That bully.. J-James... H-he grabbed me..." She slid up the short sleeves of T-shirt and exposed the bruises. Her lips were bruising as well. "He kissed me and called me names I don't want to repeat, then pushed me... I got s-scared... so I j-just... called you..."
Fox winced, continuing to hold her protectively. "I'll kill 'im," he snarled dangerously, eyes narrowing, "whe'd 'e go? Sa 'elp me I'll kill 'im..."
"Easy, boy," Logan grunted, and Ororo stepped from the classroom at the commotion. "What's going on?" she asked softly. "'pparently, someone's startin' fights an' pushin' girls," Logan replied with a grunt of dissatisfaction.
Brenna stepped out of the classroom behind Ororo, having been talking to her after class, tilting her head just slightly at what was said.
Ororo motioned for Wolverine to come over, and they very quietly discussed a few things. Chamille gave Fox a little squeeze, his shirt wet with tears.
Fox didn't let her go at all, his hold still protective as he forced himself to calm down, reminding himself of how much trouble he'd landed himself in last time he went out for revenge. But somehow that didn't seem to shift his anger much. He wanted the head of the jerk that did this.
Ororo nodded, and shooed the children back into the classroom. Logan ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "Aight, kids... folla me. We gonna visit the doc a visit, an' yer gonna tell 'im yerself what happened," he said, looking straight at Chamille.
Fox did what he could for encouragement, wishing he could do something more, wishing he could have prevented this somehow.
Logan led them to the professor's office, and inside. Xavier looked very displeased, but not particularly at either of them.
Fox got a bit worried as the entered the office, sticking close to Chameleon. He knew she'd done nothing wrong, but... He couldn't help but worry. He was so used to being on the side of the one that had committed the crime...
Xavier sighed softly. "I want the truth and I want it now, before we go any farther. Why are there rumors spreading all over the school about the two of you?"
Fox winced just slightly. "I wen' ta 'er room las night afteh' dinneh an' we fell 'sleep talkin'," he replied simply and bluntly. Chameleon would have to say enough that he didn't know, he should at least say that which he did.
Xavier sighed again, and pointed to the chairs before his desk. "Sit." It was most definitely a command. Chameleon moved quickly over, and sat down. Xavier rubbed the ridge of his nose. "Tell me what happened with James."
Fox sat down at the same time as Chameleon, leaning back into his chair, rather nervous, enough so that his skin was a bit iffy in tone near edges. He merely waited for Chameleon to make explanation to the professor.
Chameleon slowly explained the situation, just as she had to Logan. Tears burned her eyes as she remembered, but she didn't shed them. Xavier slowly nodded throughout the answer, and sighed when she'd finished. "This will not be permitted at my school... If it was indeed James, he will be sent home immediately."
Fox merely listened, he had no comments to make, well, none that would be of any credit to him. Wanting the jerk dead was probably not the most acceptable of solution ideas.
Xavier sighed again. "I am sorry you had to go though that, Chamille... He had no right to lay a hand on you." Chameleon slowly nodded, brushing her tears away. "Chamille, you may go.. I want to talk to Fox."
Fox blinked a bit, startled, and now more nervous. He hadn't done anything wrong... had he? Well, while he'd been at this school that is... Maybe he had... but what?
Chameleon stood up, and gently brushed Fox's shoulder before leaving with Logan. Logan shut the door, and Xavier looked down at Fox. There was a small pause. "I hope you know what kind of trouble this would have caused if you hadn't been immediately called and had decided to take measures into your own hands, Fox."
Fox winced, giving a rather guilty nod. "I think, I da, ta some exten,'" he mustered softly, unable to bring his gaze upwards.
"You know you could have killed him... And then you would be in more trouble than you could imagine." He rubbed the bridge of his nose again. "Don't worry, Fox... you don't have to see him before he is discharged."
Fox nodded slightly, he didn't know about more trouble then he could imagine... he could imagine quite a bit, but... "Thanks," he said simply, "I might nah kill 'im, but I'd 'ave no guarantee I wouldn' lose it an' break my fis' on 'is face if I saw 'im..." Perhaps he shouldn't have said all that, but, it was true. So he did, and besides, it wasn't like he could take back already spoken words now.
Xavier almost smiled. "It is not often I meet someone, especially so young, who says exactly what they think... no matter what they are thinking of." There was a small pause. "I hope you are prepared to take on the responsibility of this kind of behavior, Fox... you may have not slept with Chamille, but people think you did. In society, that's all that matters, especially in age group this young. She will be looked down upon, and you will be exulted... or, like her, pushed down. Depending on the crowd."
Fox had to hold back a snarl at that, not at the messenger but the message. How could he have been so stupid so as to not think about what falling asleep would mean, granted, he hadn't meant to, he'd just dozed off without realizing it, but still he wished he could have prevented it. "I shouldna fell 'sleep I guess," he muttered darkly.
"I understand that these things happen... and I believe that nothing happened." He sighed a little. "It doesn't matter very much now, however, whether you continue to sleep there or not... In fact, it may be best if you and her are given a separate room, what with what happened today, and rumors of different sorts are spreading."
Fox tilted his head just slightly then, "Differan' so'ts?"
His eyes rose up. "I have heard from several sources, that the attack today was just the beginning of... 'Chamille's torment.'" He almost spat the words, hating them himself. He was going to send a message to the students... but that didn't always work.
Fox did growl lightly then. "Wha'd she e'er da ta get dis? I mean, I've 'ad my shah ah enemies, but I usually earned dem..."
"It's the way of teenagers... Lash out at those bold enough to do what they please."
Fox shook his head lightly, not sure what to say, he hadn't grown up with that, no, but what he had grown up with was not better... just different, which made adjusting easier, but no less confusing.
Xavier narrowed his eyes slightly. "So... What do you want to do?"
Fox shrugged just lightly, "I cin do wha ya suggested... if daz fer de bes' I dun see why nah."
"Neither can I." He nodded softly. "Move your possessions to room twenty two of the teacher's wing. If you can't find it, Logan will help you."
Fox nodded lightly, standing from the chair he had taken, "Is dat e'erythin?"
Xavier nodded. "Yes... for now."
Fox nodded then, turning to exit. "Aight den. I guess I should geh dat done." He hadn't particularly liked the, for now, aspect, but, he'd ignore it...
Chameleon was outside with Logan, looking up at him as he surprisingly softly talked to her. She slowly nodded, and looked at Fox. "You okay?" she asked gently.
Fox nodded. "Yeah, I'm aight," he said simply.
Wolverine let out a soft grunt. "Chameleon, go to your training. Y'know the Cajun won't let ya missa day fer anythin' short o' gettin' shot." Chameleon gently nodded, and touched Fox's hand affectionately. "I'll see you tonight..." She turned to find Remy outside. Logan turned to Fox, and crossed his arms a bit.
Fox shifted his feet just slightly as Logan turned to him. "We gonna geh back ta trainin' ta," he questioned curiously, not sure what time it was even, wondering if there was something else he had done wrong. Ok, maybe leaving the training so abruptly earlier, but Chameleon had been in trouble...
Logan nodded deeply. "I'll fergive ya runnin' out on me this time, boy... seein' as yer girl was in trouble... But dun do it again. Get me?"
Fox nodded softly, glancing downwards. "I getcha," he replied simply.
"Good." He grabbed Fox's chin enough to make it hurt, but not enough to bruise, with only two fingers, and pulled it up a bit. "Don't keep lowerin' yer head. Keep yer eyes up an' alert at all times, always look fer danger." He let go. "No matta who yer with." He pointed down the hall. "To the trainin' room."
Fox winced lightly, holding back a snarl as he eyed the man with some measure of irritation. "Aight," he said, voice rough, making his way down the hall to the training room.
Logan followed him, and the training went all through the day. When the Wolverine finally released him for the day, Gambit and Chameleon were still outside.
Fox decided rather then waiting first that he would go to pick up the stuff from his old room and take it to the newer one. He wasn't quite sure the full reason behind the change, but Xavier seemed to think it would help, and he wasn't against it, even if it confused him. Once he found the room and tossed his backpack in there he went back to see if Chameleon was still training, or if she had finished up...
James leaned over from the desk next to Chameleon's, pulling the paper away from her to look at it, his smirk challenging her to bring attention to herself by trying to get it back.
She hissed darkly, her eyes promising revenge, and grabbed for her paper once, but he yanked it away too fast. She growled low in her throat. Ororo never stopped talking.
James chuckled softly as he looked over the paper, crumbling it up. "What cute little foxes," he taunted mockingly, "trying to make your own with the new boy?" He kept his voice low, so that it couldn't be heard over Ororo talking, simply enjoying receiving a new reason for mockery.
She growled very darkly at that, her eyes flashing. "It's none of your bloody business even if I was. Give me back my paper, James."
James chuckled again, keeping low enough he wasn't heard as he tossed the crumpled paper on to another boy. "Uh huh," he replied, grinning, "so care to share some, or do you save it for low lives?"
Her face was turning red. "Exactly the opposite. That's why I love Fox, and you're a pond scum sucker." Her powers flickered dangerously with promises of revenge.
James laughed then, still keeping the volume down. "I think you're a bit mixed up, but then, spending a night with someone might have that effect..."
She growled again. "Bastard. You don't know anything about anything, so butt out, alright?" She was still whispering.
James shrugged, "Suit yourself, but when you get tired of the wimpy little fox," he gave a quick mocking wink before adding, "oh and good luck getting that paper back." The paper had already made it's way around most of the classroom...
"When I'm 'tired' with Fox will be the day I'm dead and buried. Just cause you're jealous doesn't give y'the right ta do that." Her eyes were dangerous.
James grinned smugly at the knowledge she was further provoked, "I am not jealous, I'm just stating the obvious, the little rat is using you..."
"You'd be the expert in that department, now wouldn't you... mouse." She turned away from him with a snarl.
James shook his head as she turned, "Think about it, some street-rat pops-up, can't touch anything and when he finds you are different, suddenly he's spending the night... Have to be pretty dense to miss those motives..."
"Y'know, you'd think that if we'd actually slept together rather than talked ourselves to sleep." She didn't look back at him, watching Ororo.
"Sure you did," he replied simply, grinning darkly...
It was her turn to smile impishly, and she said nothing more, no longer entertaining his 'fantasies' about her. The bell soon rang, and before James could notice her, she'd disappeared - literally - and so did her paper.
As the room emptied, Chameleon growled sharply as she moved a distance away, and deactivated her powers. She knew the professor wouldn't appreciate her using them to run away from a situation such as this.
Brenna grinned brightly as Chameleon appeared once more, walking up to her. "Don't let James get to you," she said softly, a dangerous gleam to the light in her eyes the only warning that she was nowhere near sincere.
Chameleon stopped short when she heard Brenna's voice. She knew Bre's backstabbing venom all too well, and glared at the girl, but said nothing. But at the same time, she waited
Brenna held up her hands in a gesture of innocence at the glare, "Hey Chamille, I know what it's like to be mocked by immature idiots, do you really think I'd do the same to you?"
"Do you REALLY want me to answer that?" she asked, stretching the word really as her power flickered.
Brenna started a bit shrugging, "Fine, if you don't want a friend, I guess I can't be one. I just hope you didn't just fall asleep talking with the street-boy, that wouldn't be worth the trouble the two of you are in... Even the teachers that have heard are upset about it... I just... thought I could support you while you deal with them..."
"I don't need anyone's help in dealing with the teachers. Xavier knows for sure that nothing happened, and if he has doubts, he can see for himself." She snorted. "I don't have a reputation to speak of... and I can certainly do without a friend like you. I tried that one, remember?" she said bitterly.
Brenna tilted her head just a bit before shacking it, "Have fun with the Fox, but don't be surprised when he disappears once he gets everything he wants..."
"Mind your own business, Bre. Fox knows how I feel about him, and I know how he feels about me. I don't expect someone like you to understand." With that, she turned away.
James stood in her path, grinning darkly. "Well hey slut," he hissed mockingly, grabbing her arm, "trying to vanish without saying good-bye properly?"
She gasped as James grabbed her, and she tried to yank back. "Let.. go!" She hissed sharply at him. "James, let me go right NOW! Or I'll scream!!"
He shrugged the air in a ring around them growing thicker, as he used his power to pull moisture from the rest of the air, putting a wall of water between them and anyone else. "Go right ahead," he breathed, not letting her go.
She writhed harder, faster, desperation. "Let go, let GO!! LET ME GO!!" she screeched loudly, her arm easily bruising against his harsh hold.
James laughed. "Having fun wasting your breath," he questioned cruelly as he pulled her in, grabbing her other arm, forcing a kiss on her before releasing and pushing her away, hard, shifting the wall of water back into the moisture of the air.
As he pushed her back, she tumbled back onto the ground. Students had gathered curiously around the cloud in the middle of the hallway, and had jumped back as Chameleon came crashing out. With a small moan, she slowly sat up, turning her head to spit and wipe her mouth with her hand. She turned to James, and growled very angrily, her breath still catching her.
James chuckled, shaking his head as he turned away from Chameleon. "Enjoy Fox," he quipped, "No one else would find you worth the effort." He turned making his way past other students. Brenna was nowhere to be seen, probably having fled the scene earlier...
One of the students knelt down to Chameleon, glaring angrily at James's back. "You alright?"
She was shaking, and burst into tears once James was gone. "FOX!!" she screamed, knowing that he would hear her, no matter where he was in the school.
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Wolverine, who had been coming after Fox at the moment, paused, his hearing easily picking up the far off cry of a scared young woman screaming for her Fox.
Fox froze at the sound. "Ah 'ell," he muttered, not asking permission to leave, just darting for the exit, ears pinpointing where the sound had come from. He didn't know what had happened, all he knew was he had to get to her as soon as he could. Perhaps he should have asked permission, but... too late now.
As he came upon the scene, the student was helping Chameleon up to her shaky feet. She looked up at Fox as he came near, her face stained with tears.
Fox came to Chameleon, pulling her close to him, dis-heeding all the others in the hallway. "Wha' 'appened," he question in a voice that seemed almost a worried whimper.
As Logan came in to view the student that had been helping Chameleon turned, heading in the opposite direction, deciding they needed no more help from her with someone other then inquisitive students there.
She was shaking. "I'm s-sorry I interrupted y-your class..." She looked up at Logan, then back at Fox. "That bully.. J-James... H-he grabbed me..." She slid up the short sleeves of T-shirt and exposed the bruises. Her lips were bruising as well. "He kissed me and called me names I don't want to repeat, then pushed me... I got s-scared... so I j-just... called you..."
Fox winced, continuing to hold her protectively. "I'll kill 'im," he snarled dangerously, eyes narrowing, "whe'd 'e go? Sa 'elp me I'll kill 'im..."
"Easy, boy," Logan grunted, and Ororo stepped from the classroom at the commotion. "What's going on?" she asked softly. "'pparently, someone's startin' fights an' pushin' girls," Logan replied with a grunt of dissatisfaction.
Brenna stepped out of the classroom behind Ororo, having been talking to her after class, tilting her head just slightly at what was said.
Ororo motioned for Wolverine to come over, and they very quietly discussed a few things. Chamille gave Fox a little squeeze, his shirt wet with tears.
Fox didn't let her go at all, his hold still protective as he forced himself to calm down, reminding himself of how much trouble he'd landed himself in last time he went out for revenge. But somehow that didn't seem to shift his anger much. He wanted the head of the jerk that did this.
Ororo nodded, and shooed the children back into the classroom. Logan ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "Aight, kids... folla me. We gonna visit the doc a visit, an' yer gonna tell 'im yerself what happened," he said, looking straight at Chamille.
Fox did what he could for encouragement, wishing he could do something more, wishing he could have prevented this somehow.
Logan led them to the professor's office, and inside. Xavier looked very displeased, but not particularly at either of them.
Fox got a bit worried as the entered the office, sticking close to Chameleon. He knew she'd done nothing wrong, but... He couldn't help but worry. He was so used to being on the side of the one that had committed the crime...
Xavier sighed softly. "I want the truth and I want it now, before we go any farther. Why are there rumors spreading all over the school about the two of you?"
Fox winced just slightly. "I wen' ta 'er room las night afteh' dinneh an' we fell 'sleep talkin'," he replied simply and bluntly. Chameleon would have to say enough that he didn't know, he should at least say that which he did.
Xavier sighed again, and pointed to the chairs before his desk. "Sit." It was most definitely a command. Chameleon moved quickly over, and sat down. Xavier rubbed the ridge of his nose. "Tell me what happened with James."
Fox sat down at the same time as Chameleon, leaning back into his chair, rather nervous, enough so that his skin was a bit iffy in tone near edges. He merely waited for Chameleon to make explanation to the professor.
Chameleon slowly explained the situation, just as she had to Logan. Tears burned her eyes as she remembered, but she didn't shed them. Xavier slowly nodded throughout the answer, and sighed when she'd finished. "This will not be permitted at my school... If it was indeed James, he will be sent home immediately."
Fox merely listened, he had no comments to make, well, none that would be of any credit to him. Wanting the jerk dead was probably not the most acceptable of solution ideas.
Xavier sighed again. "I am sorry you had to go though that, Chamille... He had no right to lay a hand on you." Chameleon slowly nodded, brushing her tears away. "Chamille, you may go.. I want to talk to Fox."
Fox blinked a bit, startled, and now more nervous. He hadn't done anything wrong... had he? Well, while he'd been at this school that is... Maybe he had... but what?
Chameleon stood up, and gently brushed Fox's shoulder before leaving with Logan. Logan shut the door, and Xavier looked down at Fox. There was a small pause. "I hope you know what kind of trouble this would have caused if you hadn't been immediately called and had decided to take measures into your own hands, Fox."
Fox winced, giving a rather guilty nod. "I think, I da, ta some exten,'" he mustered softly, unable to bring his gaze upwards.
"You know you could have killed him... And then you would be in more trouble than you could imagine." He rubbed the bridge of his nose again. "Don't worry, Fox... you don't have to see him before he is discharged."
Fox nodded slightly, he didn't know about more trouble then he could imagine... he could imagine quite a bit, but... "Thanks," he said simply, "I might nah kill 'im, but I'd 'ave no guarantee I wouldn' lose it an' break my fis' on 'is face if I saw 'im..." Perhaps he shouldn't have said all that, but, it was true. So he did, and besides, it wasn't like he could take back already spoken words now.
Xavier almost smiled. "It is not often I meet someone, especially so young, who says exactly what they think... no matter what they are thinking of." There was a small pause. "I hope you are prepared to take on the responsibility of this kind of behavior, Fox... you may have not slept with Chamille, but people think you did. In society, that's all that matters, especially in age group this young. She will be looked down upon, and you will be exulted... or, like her, pushed down. Depending on the crowd."
Fox had to hold back a snarl at that, not at the messenger but the message. How could he have been so stupid so as to not think about what falling asleep would mean, granted, he hadn't meant to, he'd just dozed off without realizing it, but still he wished he could have prevented it. "I shouldna fell 'sleep I guess," he muttered darkly.
"I understand that these things happen... and I believe that nothing happened." He sighed a little. "It doesn't matter very much now, however, whether you continue to sleep there or not... In fact, it may be best if you and her are given a separate room, what with what happened today, and rumors of different sorts are spreading."
Fox tilted his head just slightly then, "Differan' so'ts?"
His eyes rose up. "I have heard from several sources, that the attack today was just the beginning of... 'Chamille's torment.'" He almost spat the words, hating them himself. He was going to send a message to the students... but that didn't always work.
Fox did growl lightly then. "Wha'd she e'er da ta get dis? I mean, I've 'ad my shah ah enemies, but I usually earned dem..."
"It's the way of teenagers... Lash out at those bold enough to do what they please."
Fox shook his head lightly, not sure what to say, he hadn't grown up with that, no, but what he had grown up with was not better... just different, which made adjusting easier, but no less confusing.
Xavier narrowed his eyes slightly. "So... What do you want to do?"
Fox shrugged just lightly, "I cin do wha ya suggested... if daz fer de bes' I dun see why nah."
"Neither can I." He nodded softly. "Move your possessions to room twenty two of the teacher's wing. If you can't find it, Logan will help you."
Fox nodded lightly, standing from the chair he had taken, "Is dat e'erythin?"
Xavier nodded. "Yes... for now."
Fox nodded then, turning to exit. "Aight den. I guess I should geh dat done." He hadn't particularly liked the, for now, aspect, but, he'd ignore it...
Chameleon was outside with Logan, looking up at him as he surprisingly softly talked to her. She slowly nodded, and looked at Fox. "You okay?" she asked gently.
Fox nodded. "Yeah, I'm aight," he said simply.
Wolverine let out a soft grunt. "Chameleon, go to your training. Y'know the Cajun won't let ya missa day fer anythin' short o' gettin' shot." Chameleon gently nodded, and touched Fox's hand affectionately. "I'll see you tonight..." She turned to find Remy outside. Logan turned to Fox, and crossed his arms a bit.
Fox shifted his feet just slightly as Logan turned to him. "We gonna geh back ta trainin' ta," he questioned curiously, not sure what time it was even, wondering if there was something else he had done wrong. Ok, maybe leaving the training so abruptly earlier, but Chameleon had been in trouble...
Logan nodded deeply. "I'll fergive ya runnin' out on me this time, boy... seein' as yer girl was in trouble... But dun do it again. Get me?"
Fox nodded softly, glancing downwards. "I getcha," he replied simply.
"Good." He grabbed Fox's chin enough to make it hurt, but not enough to bruise, with only two fingers, and pulled it up a bit. "Don't keep lowerin' yer head. Keep yer eyes up an' alert at all times, always look fer danger." He let go. "No matta who yer with." He pointed down the hall. "To the trainin' room."
Fox winced lightly, holding back a snarl as he eyed the man with some measure of irritation. "Aight," he said, voice rough, making his way down the hall to the training room.
Logan followed him, and the training went all through the day. When the Wolverine finally released him for the day, Gambit and Chameleon were still outside.
Fox decided rather then waiting first that he would go to pick up the stuff from his old room and take it to the newer one. He wasn't quite sure the full reason behind the change, but Xavier seemed to think it would help, and he wasn't against it, even if it confused him. Once he found the room and tossed his backpack in there he went back to see if Chameleon was still training, or if she had finished up...
