Fustrated, Lorna curled up her knees and unhinged her boot in a vigorous
manor. And scratched her ankle with her short but hard nails. In the midst
of that, her head sprang up sensing something in the near distance. She
could do this by sensing metal around her, much like a walking metal
detector she was. Things like belts or keys that the common person held on
them, she could detect those people near here, and sometimes if she even
tried hard enough, sense the microscopic metallic minerals in a person's
blood.
A soft laugh was heard in addition. She turned her body and arched her eye- brows.
"What?" she said sharply, staring at Bobby Drake also known as Iceman.
"You" he said, amused with a smile.
She was half relieved, it was just Bobby, and he was too much of simpleton to really bother Lorna like some other students here. "Don't pull that shit, you'll get me thinking your someone else." She warned him, but not harshly.
"It's funny how one person, can set you off to such an extreme" he said, stepping out the shadow, to the counter which he leaned on.
"One bitch, can set me off to such an extreme" she corrected him.
"I take it ignoring her is out the question"
"No, you don't get it. I mean, she's the worst, but there's other things' about the kids here that."she couldn't put it to words what she was thinking. Inhaling "Just don't blend with me" she finally got that out. "I'm sorry I'm not moody and morose like everyone else." She mocked, shaking her head to add that drama like flair.
"Tabitha Smith is hardly morose, moody yes, but not morose."
"I was talking about a majority," she corrected him again, " Tabs is bratty and vicious, and selfish, and rude-" she began to trail off.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm aware." It got silent.
Lorna leaned forward to the counter, resting her elbow on it, and then her fell into her hand and she scrunched her hair. Thinking about how maybe she was a defective for not fitting in with the kids here, when it's a school for mutants and it should be like a second home, when it was far from it, and she tried. Oh she tried, but kept failing. And Lorna was left with little direction and ambition. Except to escape, but it'd disappoint her aunt and uncle too much. They view the school not only good for her socially (although, she never had much a social problem prior) but academically prestigious and good for her. She couldn't drop and disappoint those who'd taken her in, when her parents had died. And that in itself was an unspoken curiosity in the back of her mind, but never having the guts to bring it up to anyone.
In the silence, and in her thoughts, Bobby slid over closer to her, while her head was down facing the counter. He tilted his head to look at her. She noticed without moving her eyes, playing oblivious. Unsure of his feelings toward her, what possessed him to talk to her so frequently? He had his girlfriend, Rogue, and she wasn't bad at all. She was pretty, nice, and most people weren't repelled by her. She had the admiration without even trying. But Lorna hid her envy well, Rogue was undeserving of her or anyone else's despisal and didn't understand why she couldn't be that accepted.
BEEP, BEEP!
A soft laugh was heard in addition. She turned her body and arched her eye- brows.
"What?" she said sharply, staring at Bobby Drake also known as Iceman.
"You" he said, amused with a smile.
She was half relieved, it was just Bobby, and he was too much of simpleton to really bother Lorna like some other students here. "Don't pull that shit, you'll get me thinking your someone else." She warned him, but not harshly.
"It's funny how one person, can set you off to such an extreme" he said, stepping out the shadow, to the counter which he leaned on.
"One bitch, can set me off to such an extreme" she corrected him.
"I take it ignoring her is out the question"
"No, you don't get it. I mean, she's the worst, but there's other things' about the kids here that."she couldn't put it to words what she was thinking. Inhaling "Just don't blend with me" she finally got that out. "I'm sorry I'm not moody and morose like everyone else." She mocked, shaking her head to add that drama like flair.
"Tabitha Smith is hardly morose, moody yes, but not morose."
"I was talking about a majority," she corrected him again, " Tabs is bratty and vicious, and selfish, and rude-" she began to trail off.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm aware." It got silent.
Lorna leaned forward to the counter, resting her elbow on it, and then her fell into her hand and she scrunched her hair. Thinking about how maybe she was a defective for not fitting in with the kids here, when it's a school for mutants and it should be like a second home, when it was far from it, and she tried. Oh she tried, but kept failing. And Lorna was left with little direction and ambition. Except to escape, but it'd disappoint her aunt and uncle too much. They view the school not only good for her socially (although, she never had much a social problem prior) but academically prestigious and good for her. She couldn't drop and disappoint those who'd taken her in, when her parents had died. And that in itself was an unspoken curiosity in the back of her mind, but never having the guts to bring it up to anyone.
In the silence, and in her thoughts, Bobby slid over closer to her, while her head was down facing the counter. He tilted his head to look at her. She noticed without moving her eyes, playing oblivious. Unsure of his feelings toward her, what possessed him to talk to her so frequently? He had his girlfriend, Rogue, and she wasn't bad at all. She was pretty, nice, and most people weren't repelled by her. She had the admiration without even trying. But Lorna hid her envy well, Rogue was undeserving of her or anyone else's despisal and didn't understand why she couldn't be that accepted.
BEEP, BEEP!