(A/N: ok, sorry about the really long wait, but I had school. Did you know
that teachers don't like it when you tell them that homework doesn't exist
in my world? I think I lost some fan **pouts**)
Chapter 5
Why was I telling him all this? I didn't tell anybody anything about me. Why him? What makes this guy. Chris is it?.what makes him so different? Why can I trust him? I couldn't. I couldn't trust anybody. Yet here I was talking away. Huh? Oh he was talking.
".left you out there?" what? Damn now I have to ask.
" 'M sorry. What?" god, he must think I'm an idiot. Wait, since when do I care what he thinks? What is happening?
"He just left you out there? He didn't care where you went?"
" Not really, he was kind of busy with his work"
"Wha-" he stopped. He was looking over my shoulder. I turned and fallowed his eyes. It wasn't hard to see what he was looking at. There was a red convertible with a white pin stripe on the bike only path. Assholes don't they care if they run down some little kid? On closer inspection I noticed there were no little kids. In fact it was completely dark. What time is it? Ok so no kids, but still assholes, don't they care about the grass? I mean the nerve!
The car stopped and two young people got out. A-hole number one the driver and I guess his girlfriend. A-hole number one wore sunglasses, at night. No problem with me, maybe he didn't want people to see his eyes. But the clothes just re-in forced what I already knew -A-hole! I mean they just screamed 'look at me I have a red sports car, a 4.0 and a cute girl friend.' I wasn't exactly needy growing up, but like I told Chris most of my growing up was done on the streets. This guy was just unbelievable!
And the girl, A-hole number two, long red hair, perfect complexion. Not much wrong with that, but again it was the clothes. A horizontal striped shirt, translation I'm so skinny I don't need to worry about the widening effect of stripes. Heck I rely on it so that no one figures out I'm bulimic. Khaki pants, low riders, translation, look at my hips! Oh and the shirt stopped an inch below her ribs so she managed to look preppy and snaky all at once!
They are coming over here. As they got closer I could here snatches.
"Two?"
"Which one?"
"Have to ask."
"How?"
Great, well maybe my new and improved appearance will get them to back away. They were in front of the bench now. A-hole number two was talking.
"Excuse me miss?"
"Yes?" I looked up smiling, but only as an excuse to show my fangs. She let out a little gasp but didn't back down. Darn. "Yes?"
"I am Jean Gray and this is Scott Summers." She was expecting me to give her my name.
"Oh of course, Katja Evens."
"Pleased to meet you."
"Same." Scott was staying quiet. Wonder why?
"Sir?" Chris looked up.
"Not to be rude but this is a rather personal business with miss Evens, may I ask your relation to her?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Of course, I'm her husband." I managed to keep a straight face after that, but it was pretty hard. And she bought it too.
"Uh.how.how old are you?" ah the silent one speaks.
"18."
"15."
"How can you two be? I mean, there is no way. That's not legal!"
"Parental consent." We sad at the same time and beamed at each other. Take that preppy bitch!
"Well then mister Evens I'm sure you will want to be in on this too." Scott said this. Jean just looked offended.
Jean recovered enough to continue, rats. " We are from the Xavier school for gifted children, and"
"Well," I cut her off. "Since I'm not a child and I'm not pregnant,"
"Oh no," she said in a hurry. "Not those kinds of gifts. We at the institute help people with more 'unique' gifts."
"Oh." I said as if I were mildly interested. Knowing exactly what she was talking about but wanting to put her on the spot. " What kinds of gifts?"
"Well specifically we help, and teach people who are x-factor positive. More commonly known as mutants."
((And you hear the over used dramatic 'boom!' how do you think Katja will react? Sorry again for the delay. Be back much sooner.))
Chapter 5
Why was I telling him all this? I didn't tell anybody anything about me. Why him? What makes this guy. Chris is it?.what makes him so different? Why can I trust him? I couldn't. I couldn't trust anybody. Yet here I was talking away. Huh? Oh he was talking.
".left you out there?" what? Damn now I have to ask.
" 'M sorry. What?" god, he must think I'm an idiot. Wait, since when do I care what he thinks? What is happening?
"He just left you out there? He didn't care where you went?"
" Not really, he was kind of busy with his work"
"Wha-" he stopped. He was looking over my shoulder. I turned and fallowed his eyes. It wasn't hard to see what he was looking at. There was a red convertible with a white pin stripe on the bike only path. Assholes don't they care if they run down some little kid? On closer inspection I noticed there were no little kids. In fact it was completely dark. What time is it? Ok so no kids, but still assholes, don't they care about the grass? I mean the nerve!
The car stopped and two young people got out. A-hole number one the driver and I guess his girlfriend. A-hole number one wore sunglasses, at night. No problem with me, maybe he didn't want people to see his eyes. But the clothes just re-in forced what I already knew -A-hole! I mean they just screamed 'look at me I have a red sports car, a 4.0 and a cute girl friend.' I wasn't exactly needy growing up, but like I told Chris most of my growing up was done on the streets. This guy was just unbelievable!
And the girl, A-hole number two, long red hair, perfect complexion. Not much wrong with that, but again it was the clothes. A horizontal striped shirt, translation I'm so skinny I don't need to worry about the widening effect of stripes. Heck I rely on it so that no one figures out I'm bulimic. Khaki pants, low riders, translation, look at my hips! Oh and the shirt stopped an inch below her ribs so she managed to look preppy and snaky all at once!
They are coming over here. As they got closer I could here snatches.
"Two?"
"Which one?"
"Have to ask."
"How?"
Great, well maybe my new and improved appearance will get them to back away. They were in front of the bench now. A-hole number two was talking.
"Excuse me miss?"
"Yes?" I looked up smiling, but only as an excuse to show my fangs. She let out a little gasp but didn't back down. Darn. "Yes?"
"I am Jean Gray and this is Scott Summers." She was expecting me to give her my name.
"Oh of course, Katja Evens."
"Pleased to meet you."
"Same." Scott was staying quiet. Wonder why?
"Sir?" Chris looked up.
"Not to be rude but this is a rather personal business with miss Evens, may I ask your relation to her?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Of course, I'm her husband." I managed to keep a straight face after that, but it was pretty hard. And she bought it too.
"Uh.how.how old are you?" ah the silent one speaks.
"18."
"15."
"How can you two be? I mean, there is no way. That's not legal!"
"Parental consent." We sad at the same time and beamed at each other. Take that preppy bitch!
"Well then mister Evens I'm sure you will want to be in on this too." Scott said this. Jean just looked offended.
Jean recovered enough to continue, rats. " We are from the Xavier school for gifted children, and"
"Well," I cut her off. "Since I'm not a child and I'm not pregnant,"
"Oh no," she said in a hurry. "Not those kinds of gifts. We at the institute help people with more 'unique' gifts."
"Oh." I said as if I were mildly interested. Knowing exactly what she was talking about but wanting to put her on the spot. " What kinds of gifts?"
"Well specifically we help, and teach people who are x-factor positive. More commonly known as mutants."
((And you hear the over used dramatic 'boom!' how do you think Katja will react? Sorry again for the delay. Be back much sooner.))