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Kurt stepped up to the secretary's desk and handed his pass to her. She looked up at him over her glasses. He shifted his bag on his shoulder nervously. "Principal Kelly will see you shortly. Take a seat over there."

Kurt turned to where she was pointing. Pietro Maximoff was sitting in one of the seats. He waved slightly at Kurt, but Kurt just glared at him and sat as far away as he could. The two sat in awkward silence for a while, before Pietro broke it.

"So," he began. "Never thought I'd see you here. What are you in for?"

"None of your business," Kurt spat.

Another awkward silence came over the boys. "Some girls framed me," Pietro told Kurt. "They said I was threatening them when-"

"I'd really prefer it if you didn't speak to me," Kurt said, turning his back to Pietro. "Esel.*" he said under his breath.

"Ich spreche Deutsches, wissen Sie," Pietro told him. The other boy just sighed. "Listen, I'm sorry. I told you I'm sorry. I'm just trying to be nice, here."

"Just don't talk to me," Kurt said. Again, the boys were in silence. It was the most uncomfortable silence Pietro had ever felt. They sat and waited until finally the door opened and Principal Kelly peeked out. He looked toward the two boys and his eyes narrowed.

"Both of you, in here now," he told them. They both stood up and entered the office. Kelly walked behind his desk and sat down. The boys began to sit as well, but Kelly stopped them. "I would prefer if you stood, thank you," he said coldly. "Now, Mr. Maximoff, Mr. Wagner, you were sent to my office for disrupting class, correct.?"

"Well, actually, I-" Kurt started.

"I asked you a yes or no question, Mr. Wagner. And I expect a yes or no answer!"

"Well, yes, but-" Kurt tried.

"Enough! I don't want to hear your excuses!" Kelly told them. He stood up and looked out the window on the courtyard. He turned back to the boys. "It is my job to keep the students in this school safe. And I feel that I can't do that with you people running around causing trouble."

"Hey, wait, I-" Pietro started.

"I said I do not want to hear any excuses, Mr. Maximoff. And if you both don't stay quiet, I will have you and every other little mutie on campus expelled permanently!"

The boys stood quietly and listened as the Principal continued. "If it were up to me, I would have never let you back on campus. But the bleeding hearts in the school board didn't see it that way. They saw this as a civil rights issue. I see it as man versus monster. Humans versus, whatever you want to call yourselves. You are all a menace. And I am here to make sure that you are put in your place. Do I make myself clear?"

The boys nodded sullenly.

"As for you, Mr. Wagner, I am well aware of the incident a few weeks ago. As am I aware of this façade you put up. Whatever you are doing to make yourself appear normal, I want you to stop it right now."

Kurt looked at the man with fear in his eyes. "But, Herr Kelly-"

"Right NOW Mr. Wagner!"

Kurt bowed his head, defeated. He reached down to his watch and flicked the switch. The image of a young man dissolved, leaving that of a blue, furry demon. Kelly gasped. "Disgusting," he muttered under his breath. Kurt just stared at the ground, full of shame.

"You are no longer allowed to wear that façade in this school, Mr. Wagner," Kelly told him.

"But, Herr-"

"Do not argue with me! The students in this school deserve to know what they are being subjected to. They deserve to know the monster that walks among them! And so you shall attend your classes as you look or not at all. And, I swear, if I find you using that contraption, I will have you turned over to the proper authorities. Remember, Mr. Wagner. You are not an American citizen, and therefore have no right to be here. If you do not comply, all it will take is one little phone call. And you will be out of this country so fast!"

Kurt sighed. He had been defeated. He loved it in America and there was no way he would risk deportation. He had no choice but to do as Kelly told him to. Pietro felt awful for the other boy. And he felt terribly guilty. He had no idea that one little prank would result in all this.

"Now, I move on to punishment. You are both lucky that you caught me in a good mood today. So I am assigning you two months of after school detention. Everyday for the next two months you both will report to this office after school."

"But that's not fair!" Pietro burst. "What happened to innocent until proven guilty?! You haven't even heard our sides yet, but you-"

"Three months!" Kelly interjected. "And one more outburst from you, Mr. Maximoff, and I will make certain that you never see the light of day again!"

Pietro quieted. He didn't know what Kelly meant by that, but he knew that he was serious.

"Now, I want you both out of my office. And if I hear about either of you causing anymore trouble, I will not hesitate in inflicting a most severe punishment." There was a hint of a smile on his lips as he finished.

The boys left the office. The secretary stared at them as they walked out into the hall. Immediately upon exiting the administrative offices, Kurt remembered he was no longer wearing the inducer. Out of habit, he reached down to turn it on, but stopped himself. Deportation. He couldn't let that happen.

So he walked down the hall, sadly. It was class time, so there was no one in the halls to see him. But he dreaded when the bell rang. He knew how it would be, they would never just leave him alone. He leaned against the wall and slid down, sitting on the floor. He put his head in his hands and began to cry.

Pietro moved over to him and knelt beside him. "Don't worry about it Kurt. He's not serious," Pietro told him.

"God, Pietro, can't you just leave me alone!" Kurt screamed. He looked to Pietro with fire in his eyes. "I don't care how sorry you are, I don't care how bad you feel. My life was perfect until you had to pull that stunt! And you've ruined it, you've just completely ruined it!" He put his head down again and continued sobbing. "Just stop apologizing! Stop trying to be my friend! You're not my friend, Pietro, and you're not going to be just because you feel bad. I don't care how you feel!"

Pietro hung his head. He was so ashamed of himself. "I don't expect you to be my friend, Kurt," he said. "I mean, if everything were switched, I would feel the same way you do. I know what I did was wrong, and I regret it, I really do. If I could, I'd take it all back-"

"You can't take it back, Pietro. It happened. You can't change the past," Kurt said. He looked Pietro in the eyes. "I just don't understand, Pietro."

"What?" Pietro asked.

"Why do you hate me? Why does everyone hate me?" He put his head back down into his arms.

"We don't hate you," Pietro told him.

"Every time someone screams at me, I feel like I've been punched. Like the wind has been knocked out of me. I never asked for this. I never wanted any of this. Why did it have to happen to me? I have prayed to God over this more times than I can count, but I never get an answer. Sometimes I feel like God ignores me, like I'm his mistake."

Pietro fell silent, listening to Kurt speak. He had no idea how to respond to this. No one had ever opened up to Pietro before, and here Kurt had done it twice. Pietro wasn't used to this. But he had to say something. "Well, none of us asked for this, Kurt. It just happened. I mean, there's got to be a reason we are what we are, but we're still kids! We have plenty of time to figure out 'God's master plan'." Pietro put his hand on Kurt's shoulder, tentatively. He was relieved when the boy didn't shrug him away. "You really are a great guy, Kurt. And I'm serious about that. And anyone who can't see that isn't worth your time, anyway."

"That's easy to say, Pietro. But not as easy to believe," Kurt replied.

"It's true. I mean, I've always admired you. I know I've acted like a dick, but I really don't dislike you. I guess I'm just a little, jealous," Pietro admitted.

Kurt looked up at Pietro. "Jealous?"

"Yeah, I mean, you always seem so happy. You have great friends, who really care about you. And, well," Pietro paused, ashamed of what he was saying. "My dad never really cared much for me or my sister. We were always pawns in his game. We still are, I guess. But for some reason, I go back to him, whenever he calls. And he doesn't even really give a damn about me. And you, you have parents who really care about you. Including Mystique. You may not think so, but she really loves you."

"I don't want to hear about her, please," Kurt told him, hiding his head again.

"Ok," Pietro continued. "But, seriously, Kurt. You have so much in this world. You have nothing to be ashamed of. So what if people are afraid of you, or they look at you weird. They'll get over it. It may take time, but they will. Now these people will get to know the real you. You won't have to hide anymore."

"I guess," Kurt said. But in the back of his mind, he knew that Pietro was right.

Suddenly, the bell rang. Students began piling out of the classrooms, into the hallways. Kurt began to try to blend in to the shadows, hide himself from the others. But he changed his mind. It was time that they got to know the real Kurt, tail and all. These people were going to have to deal with him, whether they liked it or not. He stood up tall, and looked to Pietro. Pietro smiled at him and the two boys began to walk to their next class. There was still staring, and there were whispers, and even a few screams. But they didn't phase Kurt. He was proud of who he was, and couldn't care what the others thought anymore. They could say what they wanted, but Kurt was done hurting because of how other people thought. He waved goodbye to his new comrade, as he and Pietro walked into separate classrooms. Today was going to be a good day.

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*I used Babelfish for my translations. So sue me..

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