Chasing the Flame
Chapter 7: Schoolhouse Sinner
AN: Well, here's Pyro in school! Poor school... poor... poor school... *Snickers* You ever have one of those moments where you can't think of anything to say? I'm having one right now. Er, warning to Duncan fans... this might not be the chapter for you. And strap yourself in, my friends, because this one even made ME laugh. Try not to hurt yourself this time, Brawn^_~ Leave a review, people! It makes me love you more, and that means I keep updating quickly!
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"I got ya a helmet, love!" Pyro told her, grinning happily as he shoved the helmet into her hand. It was black, with flames licking over the sides, and Magma written in flame across the front.
"Wh-Where'd you get this?" She asked, not getting an answer as he pulled her to the bike.
"Well, git on!" He said. She hesitated, looking slightly worried. "It's not gonna bite, sheila."
"Wait… you never gave me your other-" She gave a slight eep as he grabbed her, depositing her on the back seat before climbing on himself.
"Yer gonna want ta hold on tight, love!" He said, turning and shoving her helmet onto her head, then starting up his bike. She gave a little shriek as he revved up and shot out of the parking area, grinning as she wrapped her arms around his waist tightly.
By the time they reached school she was starting to get used to the bike, even enjoying it. Of course, she didn't want him to realize that, or she would never hear the end of it. She crawled off slowly, then poked the grinning idiot in the chest. "WARN me the next time you do that!"
"Sure th'ng love!" He said happily, only to blink as he turned to the school. "Er… wot da we do next, love?"
"We get you to your locker. Professor X enrolled you, right? Do you have a list of your classes?" She blinked at the sight of a semi-charred sheet handed to her, saying nothing. "This looks like…"
"Prof said it'd be best if I were in yer classes fer tha main part. It's a good th'ng yer in advanced classes." He said, grabbing his slightly crisp bag from the compartment Forge had added.
It wasn't until they reached English class second period that things started getting REALLY strange. "This is-is an honor, Mr. Allerdyce!" The english teacher said, clutching her hand to her chest. "Could you… stay after class for a moment?"
"Sure th'ng, sheila!" Pyro replied, grinning widely as he escorted Amara to one of the desks in the back.
"Class, I have a wonderful announcement. Today we have a new student! But not just any student! An already published author! Please, stand and introduce yourself, John. May I call you John?"
"Sure th'ng, Sheila!" Amara scowled, glaring at him.
"It's Miss Tamor, you idiot." She hissed, blinking as the teacher started giggling like a school girl. "And where'd she get the idea you were a writer?"
John gave her a grin, pulling his spare lighter out and clicking it open and shut over and over again while Amara glared at him and the teacher went into a stuttering speech about nouns and pronouns.
"Put the lighter away, John." Amara gritted out, reaching for the lighter, only to stop mid grasp as the teacher yelled.
"Amara! What do you think you're doing to John!" John choked on a laugh as the brunette turned bright red. "Don't make me call your school!"
"Y-Yes, Miss Tamor." She muttered, glaring at the grinning flame head. Pyro merely grinned, playing with his lighter again, soon having little dancers cavorting happily on his desk.
When the bell rang she shot out of her chair, glaring down at him as he slowly let his impromptu fire circus die slowly. "You are soooo dead." She hissed, only to jerk as someone tapped on her shoulder.
"Might I have a moment with John, Amara?" The teacher asked, clutching what appeared to be a novel to her chest.
"Y-Yes, of-of course, Miss Tamor…" Amara replied, backing out of the way. She watched, her eyes widening as Pyro took the book and signed it with a flourish. He stood then, grinning at her.
"Well, love. I think I've 'ad enough fer tha day." He told her, grabbing his bag and heading for the door. "Ya comin?"
"Wh-What?! It's not even lunch time!"
"But ya took me fav'rite lighter, love. Ya really expect me ta stick around?" He waved, walking out of the room, almost to the door when Scott stepped in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest. *AN: Man I use Scott a lot… maybe it's cuz he's such a prick… (shrugs)*
"Going somewhere, Allerdyce?"
Pyro grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "Er… class?"
"That's what I thought." He said coldly, smirking slightly before he made his way to his own class. Amara grabbed Pyro's arm, dragging him to their next class before he got a chance to run again.
"This was your own decision, John, so don't wimp out now." She gritted out. She hated her next class, it was advanced for her grade, but all of the senior football players were still stuck in it, since they had failed it the first two times around.
"But Love!!" He almost whimpered, looking as though he was having a withdrawl. "They ain't got no fire 'ere!"
"And… you honestly believed they would?" she asked, trying not to hit him out of annoyance. "Look, John. You hate this, I know it, you know it, so why don't-" She stopped, almost moaning aloud as he got a strange look as he entered the room.
"Why did ya no' tell me, love?!" He asked, grinning widely. "'Ad I known I woulda stuck around!"
"You DID stick around." She muttered, already worried. "Now we need to… John, are you listening to me? We need to-"
"TAKE YOUR SEATS, MAGGOTS!" The teacher shouted from behind them, making Pyro grab his lighter and whirl, only to be dragged to his chair by Amara. It was, of course… FAR from the football players, not that it mattered.
"I thought I told you already, freak! We don't need your little freak of a boyfriend in our school!" Duncan hissed. The teacher (Who was also the football coach, since the last teacher had quit.) glared for a second at Duncan, but did nothing.
"Look love, even tha airhead sees we were made fer each otha-" He stopped, blinking at the rage in her eyes as she looked down at her desk. "Oh… rioght." His hand dropped down by his chair, an almost silent SNICK! coming as he lit up a small flame. A small flame danced its way around the chair legs, stopping at the blonde's foot.
"Hey… does anybody else smell something burn-OH @#$#!!!" Duncan jumped to his feet, stomping at the flame, but it didn't stop, merely started climbing his leg, the material of his jeans extremely flammable.
"Quit it!!" Amara hissed, tugging at Pyro's arm.
"You! Freak, this is your doing, isn't it, girl?" The coach shouted. "Don't think I don't know what you freaks are capable of!" By this time Duncan was rolling on the floor, crying for his mommy. And Pyro was looking serious. Amara gulped.
"Now, Mate. Ya callin me girl a freak?" He asked, grinning slightly, that grin he always got before attacking.
"You're the new kid, aren't you. From the freak school." The coach said, turning his attention to Pyro. By now the rest of the class was shooting the fire extinguisher at Duncan as the sound of a firetruck wailed in the parking lot.
"Aye. And do ya wanna know why?" Pyro asked, pulling out his lighter.
"John, please! Don't do this, they already think mutants are bad enough as it is."
"And pickin' on a girl is j'st fione?" He stopped as she tackled him, knocking them both to the floor. The firemen came in, followed by a few cops and some of the Xmen.
"Arrest that girl! She lit our quarterback on fire!" The coach shouted, pointing at Amara.
One of the students, not a football player spoke up cautiously. "But she never even went near Duncan, sir."
"It doesn't matter! She's one of them! A mutant!"
"Do you have any physical proof, sir?" Scott cut in. The firemen looked at the ground, trying to find burn marks of some sort between where Amara had been sitting and where Duncan had been. Some of the medical workers were taking Duncan out as they spoke. He sat up, glaring at Amara.
"Don't think I'll forget this, you little… freak." He muttered.
"Until you can show us proof, professor, I think my friends and I will be going." Scott said coldly, grabbing Pyro by the collar and dragging him out of the room, Amara on his heels. When the reached the cars Scott literally tossed Pyro at his bike.
"Go back to the Institute, Allerdyce." He said, not showing any emotion.
"Sure th'ng lazerbeams!"
"Oh, and Allerdyce?" Pyro looked up, blinking at the slight smirk on the other male's face. "Thanks. I needed that." Scott finished cryptically.
"No problem, mate!"
By the time they were out of the building Jean had wiped out the entire problem. Well, other than Duncan's new wounds. It seems he had a run in with a hot foot from one of his teammates that had gotten out of hand.
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Chapter 7: Schoolhouse Sinner
AN: Well, here's Pyro in school! Poor school... poor... poor school... *Snickers* You ever have one of those moments where you can't think of anything to say? I'm having one right now. Er, warning to Duncan fans... this might not be the chapter for you. And strap yourself in, my friends, because this one even made ME laugh. Try not to hurt yourself this time, Brawn^_~ Leave a review, people! It makes me love you more, and that means I keep updating quickly!
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"I got ya a helmet, love!" Pyro told her, grinning happily as he shoved the helmet into her hand. It was black, with flames licking over the sides, and Magma written in flame across the front.
"Wh-Where'd you get this?" She asked, not getting an answer as he pulled her to the bike.
"Well, git on!" He said. She hesitated, looking slightly worried. "It's not gonna bite, sheila."
"Wait… you never gave me your other-" She gave a slight eep as he grabbed her, depositing her on the back seat before climbing on himself.
"Yer gonna want ta hold on tight, love!" He said, turning and shoving her helmet onto her head, then starting up his bike. She gave a little shriek as he revved up and shot out of the parking area, grinning as she wrapped her arms around his waist tightly.
By the time they reached school she was starting to get used to the bike, even enjoying it. Of course, she didn't want him to realize that, or she would never hear the end of it. She crawled off slowly, then poked the grinning idiot in the chest. "WARN me the next time you do that!"
"Sure th'ng love!" He said happily, only to blink as he turned to the school. "Er… wot da we do next, love?"
"We get you to your locker. Professor X enrolled you, right? Do you have a list of your classes?" She blinked at the sight of a semi-charred sheet handed to her, saying nothing. "This looks like…"
"Prof said it'd be best if I were in yer classes fer tha main part. It's a good th'ng yer in advanced classes." He said, grabbing his slightly crisp bag from the compartment Forge had added.
It wasn't until they reached English class second period that things started getting REALLY strange. "This is-is an honor, Mr. Allerdyce!" The english teacher said, clutching her hand to her chest. "Could you… stay after class for a moment?"
"Sure th'ng, sheila!" Pyro replied, grinning widely as he escorted Amara to one of the desks in the back.
"Class, I have a wonderful announcement. Today we have a new student! But not just any student! An already published author! Please, stand and introduce yourself, John. May I call you John?"
"Sure th'ng, Sheila!" Amara scowled, glaring at him.
"It's Miss Tamor, you idiot." She hissed, blinking as the teacher started giggling like a school girl. "And where'd she get the idea you were a writer?"
John gave her a grin, pulling his spare lighter out and clicking it open and shut over and over again while Amara glared at him and the teacher went into a stuttering speech about nouns and pronouns.
"Put the lighter away, John." Amara gritted out, reaching for the lighter, only to stop mid grasp as the teacher yelled.
"Amara! What do you think you're doing to John!" John choked on a laugh as the brunette turned bright red. "Don't make me call your school!"
"Y-Yes, Miss Tamor." She muttered, glaring at the grinning flame head. Pyro merely grinned, playing with his lighter again, soon having little dancers cavorting happily on his desk.
When the bell rang she shot out of her chair, glaring down at him as he slowly let his impromptu fire circus die slowly. "You are soooo dead." She hissed, only to jerk as someone tapped on her shoulder.
"Might I have a moment with John, Amara?" The teacher asked, clutching what appeared to be a novel to her chest.
"Y-Yes, of-of course, Miss Tamor…" Amara replied, backing out of the way. She watched, her eyes widening as Pyro took the book and signed it with a flourish. He stood then, grinning at her.
"Well, love. I think I've 'ad enough fer tha day." He told her, grabbing his bag and heading for the door. "Ya comin?"
"Wh-What?! It's not even lunch time!"
"But ya took me fav'rite lighter, love. Ya really expect me ta stick around?" He waved, walking out of the room, almost to the door when Scott stepped in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest. *AN: Man I use Scott a lot… maybe it's cuz he's such a prick… (shrugs)*
"Going somewhere, Allerdyce?"
Pyro grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "Er… class?"
"That's what I thought." He said coldly, smirking slightly before he made his way to his own class. Amara grabbed Pyro's arm, dragging him to their next class before he got a chance to run again.
"This was your own decision, John, so don't wimp out now." She gritted out. She hated her next class, it was advanced for her grade, but all of the senior football players were still stuck in it, since they had failed it the first two times around.
"But Love!!" He almost whimpered, looking as though he was having a withdrawl. "They ain't got no fire 'ere!"
"And… you honestly believed they would?" she asked, trying not to hit him out of annoyance. "Look, John. You hate this, I know it, you know it, so why don't-" She stopped, almost moaning aloud as he got a strange look as he entered the room.
"Why did ya no' tell me, love?!" He asked, grinning widely. "'Ad I known I woulda stuck around!"
"You DID stick around." She muttered, already worried. "Now we need to… John, are you listening to me? We need to-"
"TAKE YOUR SEATS, MAGGOTS!" The teacher shouted from behind them, making Pyro grab his lighter and whirl, only to be dragged to his chair by Amara. It was, of course… FAR from the football players, not that it mattered.
"I thought I told you already, freak! We don't need your little freak of a boyfriend in our school!" Duncan hissed. The teacher (Who was also the football coach, since the last teacher had quit.) glared for a second at Duncan, but did nothing.
"Look love, even tha airhead sees we were made fer each otha-" He stopped, blinking at the rage in her eyes as she looked down at her desk. "Oh… rioght." His hand dropped down by his chair, an almost silent SNICK! coming as he lit up a small flame. A small flame danced its way around the chair legs, stopping at the blonde's foot.
"Hey… does anybody else smell something burn-OH @#$#!!!" Duncan jumped to his feet, stomping at the flame, but it didn't stop, merely started climbing his leg, the material of his jeans extremely flammable.
"Quit it!!" Amara hissed, tugging at Pyro's arm.
"You! Freak, this is your doing, isn't it, girl?" The coach shouted. "Don't think I don't know what you freaks are capable of!" By this time Duncan was rolling on the floor, crying for his mommy. And Pyro was looking serious. Amara gulped.
"Now, Mate. Ya callin me girl a freak?" He asked, grinning slightly, that grin he always got before attacking.
"You're the new kid, aren't you. From the freak school." The coach said, turning his attention to Pyro. By now the rest of the class was shooting the fire extinguisher at Duncan as the sound of a firetruck wailed in the parking lot.
"Aye. And do ya wanna know why?" Pyro asked, pulling out his lighter.
"John, please! Don't do this, they already think mutants are bad enough as it is."
"And pickin' on a girl is j'st fione?" He stopped as she tackled him, knocking them both to the floor. The firemen came in, followed by a few cops and some of the Xmen.
"Arrest that girl! She lit our quarterback on fire!" The coach shouted, pointing at Amara.
One of the students, not a football player spoke up cautiously. "But she never even went near Duncan, sir."
"It doesn't matter! She's one of them! A mutant!"
"Do you have any physical proof, sir?" Scott cut in. The firemen looked at the ground, trying to find burn marks of some sort between where Amara had been sitting and where Duncan had been. Some of the medical workers were taking Duncan out as they spoke. He sat up, glaring at Amara.
"Don't think I'll forget this, you little… freak." He muttered.
"Until you can show us proof, professor, I think my friends and I will be going." Scott said coldly, grabbing Pyro by the collar and dragging him out of the room, Amara on his heels. When the reached the cars Scott literally tossed Pyro at his bike.
"Go back to the Institute, Allerdyce." He said, not showing any emotion.
"Sure th'ng lazerbeams!"
"Oh, and Allerdyce?" Pyro looked up, blinking at the slight smirk on the other male's face. "Thanks. I needed that." Scott finished cryptically.
"No problem, mate!"
By the time they were out of the building Jean had wiped out the entire problem. Well, other than Duncan's new wounds. It seems he had a run in with a hot foot from one of his teammates that had gotten out of hand.
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