*********************************************************************** (4) Dixon seethed from her seat in music class.

Some how Pietro had managed to make her first day a living hell. He'd tripped her twice in the hallway. And to make it worse he had been in every one of her classes. One of which she was in now and should have been paying attention. ' Damn Pietro, I'll kill' em '

"Ms. Hayes, maybe you would like to perform for us?" Ms. Johnson Asked. "Because it seems to don't think need to listen to my explanation of how to do your music presentations."

Dixon blinked and looked up stunned at the fuming music teacher. "No ma' am."

Laughter filled the room. "Oh no, I insist. Front and center Ms. Hayes."

Sighing, Dixon stood up. "Yes ma'am." As she made her way up to the front of the class, out of the corner of her eye she saw Pietro smirk. 'I'll show him ' she fumed.

"Ma'am what should I sing?"

"Why not our ABC's?" Pietro drawled from his seat. The class began to snicker.

"That's quiet enough, Mr. Maximoff." Ms. Johnson glared at him and he shut up instantly. "Anything you wish, Ms. Hayes, within reason." Her voice was frigid with displeasure.

When she stood at the front of the class, it became total silence. Dixon took a deep breath and began to sing:

"Ba dheas an ia' go oiche Na glo'rtha binne i mo thaobh 'S aoilbhneas i gach a'it gan gruaim Athas ar mo chroi go deo He-a-ro He-a-o-ro

Ma shiu'laim o' na laetha beo An ghrian 's an ghealach ar mo chu'l Nil uaim ach smaointe o' mo shaoil Deora ar mo chroi go bro'n He-a-ro He-a- ro He-a-o-ro

The silent snickering of the class turned to gasps of shock. Dixion's natural singing voice along with her parents paying for years of singing lessons, made Dixion's calm voice flow through the room.

How beautiful the day and night; The earth is singing in the wind, The voices rise and touch the sky Telling all the earth's believing, And in the night sighs fall down, And from the skies, sighs fall down on me.

And when I move away from view My voice is singing in the wind, It rises up to touch the sky Telling all that I believe in, And from the night earth shall sing, And from the night earth shall sing, And from the night earth shall sing again."

Dixon noticed the silent awe that was on the faces of her fellow students; even Pietro had a strange look in his eye. What surprised her most was the look on Ms. Johnson's face.

"Ms. Hayes, that was extraordinary. What is that song?"

"Um, it's a song by Enya. It was just the first song that popped into my head."

"Well, you'll get full credit for that presentation. You may sit down now."

"Thank you, Ms. Johnson."

As Dixon went back to her seat, looked over at Pietro and sneered. Oddly enough, he just smiled gorgeously back. 'Well he is kinda cute when he smiles like that' said a voice inside her head. She shook her head. Where the hell had that come from! "Please no, I don't need this." she whispered, laying her head on her desk.

Thankfully, just then, the bell rang, and the class made their way to their freedom.

"Just a moment Ms. Hayes, Mr. Maximoff." Ms. Johnson scowled sternly at them. "Both of you will stay here for detention. And I expect you both to stay here or you will be reported to Ms. Darkholme."

Both Dixion and Pietro groaned. Dixion had only met the principal once before but she wasn't in a rush to see her again. 'Oh well, ' she thought 'detention it is.'

Ms. Johnson interrupted her thoughts. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Ma'am." Both students said in unison.

"Fine. Both of you sit down and I'll be right back." Ms. Johnson left the room and locked it behind her.

Dixion sighed and sat down in her seat. Pietro came and sat beside her.

He smirked "That singing was really good. Never thought someone like you could sing/"

No response.

"So you're gonna ignore me now, miss high and mighty?"

Dixion silently looked up at him. Her eyes looked tired and sad. She shook her head slowly.

Pietro's face became blank of malevolence. 'Oh shit, ' he thought 'maybe too much being nasty.' "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She thought for a moment. "What happened to the nastiness toward me? Why are you being nice to me now?"

He leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the desk. "No reason why we can't be friends, is there?"

Dixion was baffled. "After all the encounters so far. I didn't get the impression you wanted to be friends with me, 'miss high and mighty'."

Pietro grinned. "Yeah well, I guess I was just doing what comes natural to me."

"Hmmmm. I would have to guess that would mean your nasty to all the girls."

The speedster moved so he looked at Dixion face to face. "Well, see it's like this. I found out something about you awhile ago that I bet a lot of people don't."

Dixion's interest caught a little at this. "Really? And what is that?"

"You're a mutant." Pietro stated plainly.

'More perceptive then I believed' Dixion said to herself thoughtfully. She sat for a moment watching Pietro's face for signs that he was lying. "Really, and what proof do you have of that?"

He didn't seem caught off guard at all by the question. "Well, I'm one too so I think I can tell. Also I was told."

Dixion narrowed her eyes. "Wait, who told you...you're a mutant?"

Pietro puffed with pride. "Yep."

"Okay." She put down her head.

"You don't believe me."

"No, of course I do," Dixion waved away his statement, "just like I believe Elvis was walking down the street last night."

Pietro rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'll show you." And in an instant, he stood at the front of the class.

"How did you...you're serious aren't you?"

"Yes."

Dixion laid her head on her arms. "Okay. I believe you."

Pietro zipped back beside her. "So Hayes, where are you staying in this town?"

Dixion sighed inwardly. 'Well at least his not calling me 'girlie' anymore. '

"I'm staying with my uncle for awhile."

"And that is where?"

"Oh, he lives in this huge house, on the edge of town. Pretty swanky if you ask me."

Pietro was staring at her in shock.

"Your uncle lives in the Xavier mansion?"

"Yeah, why is that such a shock?"

Pietro shook himself. "No reason. Just a surprise."

"Yeah well, it's not all it's cracked up to be. Bet your place is better."

"I wish." He rolled his eyes.

"I'll be the judge of that. You can show me." Dixion gave a little smile, propping her chin on her hand.

"You serious?" Pietro smirked.

"Yeah."

"Ok then. I'll show you after we get outta here."

"Ok." She put her head down in her arms again, closing her eyes. At the sound of a chair scraping, she looked over to see Pietro seated beside her smiling foolishly. "Freak." she muttered.

The rest of their detention was spent in silence, except for the smirks they shot each other. *********************************************************************** Same as before.