Nothing (except Ivy!) belongs to me! At all!
Chapter 2
Day One Continues
"No, but it might be a good idea for you to get to class." A girl with short blond hair said to her. It didn't look like she was about to go anywhere herself though.
"I was planning on it." Ivy said coolly, "Are you?"
"I don't want to." The girl sat on the ground in a show of defiance.
"It's your grade." Ivy said nonchalantly, "Just out of curiosity, are you a mutant?"
Rather than answer, the girl put her hands together in an almost fist and then tossed something through the window behind her. There was a huge explosion and a bunch of half dressed guys came up to the window, smoke covering them and gasping for air. When they saw the blond girl, the tall brown haired boy from before put his hand in a fist and suddenly an earthquake knocked Ivy off her feet.
"Tabitha!" He growled.
"Lighten up, Lance!" Tabitha said, laughing, "You didn't want to go to gym today anyway!"
His fist relaxed and the earthquake subsided. Must have been his mutant powers, Ivy figured as she stood up.
"Umm…. I gotta go to class…" Ivy said, "And I don't think that it would be the best idea to hang around the boy's locker room, if you know what I mean."
"Totally!" Tabitha said, "So, you're new here, right? Here! I'll show you to class." She grabbed the schedule that Ivy was holding and looked at it. "Hey! B-6! That's where Jean has class right now. I'll dump you on her!"
"Umm…thanks….I think…" Ivy said, completely confused by this strange girl that was leading her, supposedly to class.
"So, you scream? That's kind of a lame mutant power. Do your wicked looks have to do with your powers?" She asked as they walked.
"Not really. I mean, I do look like this because of my mutation, but my powers really have nothing to do with greenness." Ivy said uncomfortably.
"It's my gift to look gorgeous no matter what!" Tabitha said, "Couldn't you tell? So, what's your name?"
"Ivy Green." She said, waiting for laughter.
"Your real name." Tabitha clarified, "Mine's Tabitha, but you can call me that or Tabby or Boom-Boom."
"That is my real name." Ivy said.
"Oh, well. We can't all blend in." She said, laughing cheerfully, "Unless you have an image inducer like Kurt."
"I noticed that." Ivy said.
"If you want to meet some better guys than those lame-o's at the institute, I can show you around town. We could go shopping!" Tabitha said, excitedly.
"Umm…." Ivy said, confused.
"Well, here's B-6. Just tell Jean to show you where your next class is, okay?" Tabitha said, "And, hey, I'll introduce you to the guys at lunch! You'd get along great!"
"But… wait…" Ivy said lamely as the girl skipped off. She really didn't want to spend more time with a troublemaker than she had to. Although they were more fun, Ivy always seemed to be the scapegoat and end up being in trouble as the real troublemakers got away free.
She sat in her seat, in time, which actually was really weird, considering that she thought that she was going to be really late. Jean waved a friendly hand as the teacher came in, and Ivy didn't even think about waving back or else the teacher would think that she had a question, when she didn't.
*********************************************************************************
At lunch, Ivy truly tried to avoid Tabitha. But it was her choice to hang out with Jean and her football fan club or Scott and his lame loneliness. She tried to hide, but Tabitha caught her before she could make a break for it.
"These are the guys!" Tabitha said, holding Ivy's arm so she couldn't get away, "This is Ivy Green. And that's her real name!" She started laughing. Ivy took a moment to glare at the girl, then look at the guys that were sitting at the table.
"Call me what you will." Ivy said, "I've no doubt I've been called worse by people more dear to me than you."
"I'm Lance Alvers. This is…" The tall brown haired boy that she had first asked for directions said, but his attention was distracted and he stood up and left the table in a hurry, yelling out "Kitty!" Ivy thought that it was quite odd until she remembered that there was a girl with that name.
"Pietro." Said the white haired guy, who had said that they were too busy to give her directions.
"Pietro, what?" Ivy asked.
"Pietro Maximoff." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes! But what does it mean? I don't understand French, so your language skills can't impress me!" Ivy said, growing agitated with the young man.
"That's my name, dunce!" He spoke to her like she was a lesser human being than he was. Good. That's how things should be.
"This is Fred, and that's Todd." Pietro said, waving his hand to his two companions.
"Fred", the wrestle-mania guy, waved his hand and Ivy nodded her head in greetings, when suddenly a fly that had landed on Ivy's nose was snatched from mid-air and yanked into the mouth of the other guy, Todd, by what appeared to be his tongue.
*_*!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!!!!!" Ivy screeched, again at full capacity. Then she sneezed, which stopped her screaming. Then she ran out of the room, crying.
"What was that all about?" Tabita asked, looking after her.
"Twice in one day!" Todd groaned from where he was on the floor, covering his ears.
*********************************************************************************
"Wimp! Wimp! Wimp! Wimp!Wimp!Wimp!Wimp!Wimp!Wimp!Wimp!Wimp!WIMP!!" Ivy mentally kicked herself after she had finally gotten ahold of herself. Lunch hour was over, and thankfully she knew where her next class was. It was Latin, down the hallway, taught by Ms. Lenhnsherr. She was a tough teacher, but not quite as impossible to please as Ms. Summers. She only had Ivy catch up on the homework that the rest of the class had already done and told her to write a five page essay in Latin on why paying attention in class is important.
It was already after school, and Ivy really hadn't been paying attention since lunch, but she was glad to go home and do something to relieve her stress. She had convinced herself that the stress had to be the problem. She was just acting so strange lately. Screaming at Kitty this morning, flirting with Fred in the hall, jumping out of the third story window, then screaming like an idiot in front of the whole cafeteria. And only over a stupid thing like…like…whatever that was.
"Glack!" Ivy made a disgusted sound as she walked out of the school gates.
"Are you okay?" Kurt Wagner asked as he made his way by.
Ivy made an annoyed face at him and stormed away.
"She reminds me of Wolverine." Scott said as he also watched Ivy storm away.
"I hope she adjusts soon." Jean said from his side.
*********************************************************************************
"Hey, Ivy! Over here!"
Ivy cringed to hear the voice of Tabitha from the road.
"Up for some shopping?"
Ivy turned and saw Tabitha, Kitty, and Amara from the school sitting in a greenish colored jeep. She sunk her head as she walked over to where the three girls were waiting for her. She was just not having a good day.
"Hey, where should we go first?" Tabitha asked as they sped down the road at dangerous speeds, "Food or clothes?"
"Clothes!" Kitty said, "That's okay with you guys?" She asked, looking back at Amara and Ivy.
"Then clothes it is!" Tabitha said, hitting the gas again.
"When I die, burn my things!" Ivy said, clutching the side of the car in a deathgrip. Unfortunately, that only made Tabitha laugh and drive faster.
"It was nice of Lance to loan you his jeep again!" Kitty said, over the rush of wind.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him!" Tabitha laughed as she stomped on the brake at a stoplight.
"Whiplash." Ivy muttered, trying to get her surroundings around her. But it was too late as they zoomed off again. "Next time we come to a stoplight, I'm making a break for it."
Unfortunately for Ivy, all the intersections they came to had green lights, so they continued on until they reached a huge shopping mall.
"Why do I do these things?" Ivy muttered to herself after they had spent an hour in the shoe section trying on sandals.
"Do I hate myself or something? Why do I let these people push me around? I wanted to be home. Why am I wasting my time here, watching these girly-girls try on shoes? I could be doing something so much more constructive. Like watching soap dry."
"Excuse me, did you drop this?"
Ivy's thoughts were interrupted by a deep male voice. Startled, she turned around. Standing there, holding her backpack was a handsome man with wavy brown hair and light blue eyes, that made Ivy stand there for a moment, wondering if he had contacts or not.
"Oh! Yeah! My backpack. Thanks." Ivy said, trying to keep from blushing and/or staring at him.
"I don't want to be rude, but you're a mutant, aren't you?" He asked after a moment.
"Why?" Ivy asked, suddenly suspicious of the man for no apparent reason.
"I am too." He winked at her and walked away, with her watching him with a question in her eyes. "By the way, Miss Green, my name is Robert Billings."
Ivy looked at the girl who were still gawking at shoes. She was suddenly disgusted with the whole matter and decided to go home. At first, she was going to take the jeep, since, "what they don't know won't hurt them" by Tabby's reasoning. But then she thought to look for her wallet to see if it was still in her backpack.
On the taxi ride home, she wondered about that Robert Billings some more. If she recalled correctly, she had forgotten her backpack outside of the women's bathroom that was halfway down the mall away from where she was when he returned it. That meant that he had to have been following her for a while. She searched through her bag and found no items missing, other than a pink gel pen that she had borrowed from someone in her Chemistry class and had forgotten to return. And how did he know her name? From her stuff, of course. But she had about three hundred dollars cash in her wallet. Why didn't he take that? And why did he return the backpack? She was still confused as she stepped out of the taxi as it stopped in front of the Xavier Institute.
She was even more confused as she saw a huge stack of bags in the front room.
"What's going on?" She asked a boy named Jamie who had at least tree doppelgangers walking around, carrying bags places.
"The new students are starting to arrive." He said, "Tomorrow will be the first session, since it's Saturday."
"New students?" Ivy shook her head as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom, which was full of bags.
"I am sorry, but we needed your room to put bags in until the rooms are assigned tomorrow morning." Ororo Munroe said apologetically to Ivy, "You're going to have to stay with Kitty and Rogue tonight."
"Thank you, I'm going to go suicide now." Ivy spat at the older woman as Ivy slammed her door and stormed off.
*********************************************************************************
It was late. About one in the morning and students were still arriving. Some of their flights had been delayed, putting the latest arriving at five 'o' clock. Xavier sighed as he went into his office for some papers for a girl that were still missing a signature.
He was startled when he turned on his office lights as he saw Ivy Green asleep at his desk, her hand on a Latin dictionary that he had and her hand still holding a pen on a paper that looked almost complete.
He quickly turned the light back off, but kept the door open so he could still find the papers without awakening Ivy.
"She's been there for six hours." Logan said as he paused on his way by, holding a huge bag that had to weigh a couple hundred pounds. "She missed dinner, but I figured you okay'd it. Want me to move her?"
"No. It's all right, Wolverine." Xavier said as he closed the door and rolled down the hall, "It seems as though she is having a harder time adjusting than we thought. And it may not be her fault."
"What do you mean?"
"There may be other forces at work here, Wolverine. Dark, mysterious forces."
What do you think? Review!