Author's Note: The characters I introduce are based loosely on people I know, (Mr. Jason is a real math teacher and probably the best you can find.) The x-men don't belong to me. The program I am using to write this doesn't belong to me. The words written don't belong to me. In fact, nothing belongs to me but the storyline. I am the proud owner of a 2-d non-physical object, yay!
(Oh, this story contains, as it is colorfully called, mild "slash" in later chapters.)
Chapter 1: The Beginning
My name is Tristan. I have brown hair and green eyes. I'm 5'10", with an average build. I don't do sports and I hang out with the group known as gamers. I unfortunately get mistaken for a girl a lot as I have a high voice and longish hair. I am a junior at Bellville High.
A couple years ago, the Xavier Institute for Gifted youngsters was founded just outside of town. Since then, we had been getting new students from all across the globe here. Some strange things had happened too. We had so many fires without causes, strange thefts, and vandalism. Some of the kids had begun to get suspicious about all of this. But all that's in the past now. We know the reasons. We know the answers. And unfortunately, we don't want to understand either.
"Hey Kurt! Where's Bobby today? He was supposed to meet me for lunch." I called out to the German. He looked my way, turning from his conversation with the redheaded cheerleader. How did he manage to make friends so high up? Kurt has this amazing grin, like he's bearing fangs, which he flashed me. "Bobby? He's sick vith a cold." He seems to find this quite funny, I didn't really know why. I had heard Bobby called iceman by the Xavier kids a few times, but I never brought up the funny nickname with him. "Oh, well tell him to get his ass back to school fast." I waved and headed down the hall to my last class.
My teacher, Mr. Jason, was the best teacher in the school and I didn't want to be late for his lesson. Hurrying through the door just as the bell rang; I grabbed the seat next to Kitty. She was another Xavier student, but she seemed more normal than the others. We got along pretty well, but she was a social rank above me in school, so we didn't hang out much. Mr. Jason moved over and shut the door, before looking over the class. "Good afternoon. As much as I know you all want to get to sleeping during class, we have a quiz today. I hoped you all know Pythagoras." Needless to say, there was a communal sigh and a great shifting of bags as people hunted for pencils. "So Tristan, I wanted to like ask you something." I pulled up from my backpack, a pencil in my hand and looked at Kitty as she whispered to me. She looked a little afraid, making me wonder what it was she wanted to ask. "What?" I whispered. "Well, like, I was wondering if, like you know, uh… wanted to like go for soda or something?" She ran her hand through her ponytail and looked away. Before I could answer, Mr. Jason came by handing out the tests. "No talking." He reminded us before moving to the next row. For the rest of the class, we sat in silence, only the scratching of pencils to fill our ears. I could barely concentrate on the quiz. I like Kitty and I didn't want to hurt her feelings, especially after she had worked up the courage to ask me. Which to be honest, I didn't understand, I had though she had a crush on this kid, Lance. But the fact was that I couldn't say yes. I was hiding who I was from the world. Knowing who you are doesn't help when you are afraid of telling anyone.
"Alright class, time's up. Please put down your calculators and put the quizzes on my desk. Make sure your name is on it. If not, you will automatically get a zero." Mr. Jason looked over the class as he stood up from his chair. He walked over and opened the door, turning to the clock on the wall as he did so. "I'm letting you out five minutes early, so don't waste it." Chairs shuffled across the room as students, including myself, rushed to pack up and get out of class.
I turned my paper in and headed out the door, still unsure of what to tell kitty. Stopping across the hall, by some lockers, I waited for her to come out. She was looking at the floor, a book in her arms as she began to make her way down the hall. I hurried after her, catching up just before she made it out the door. "Hey, kitty…"
She stopped and looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "Look, you're really nice and all, but um… well I kinda like someone else." What else could I say? Kitty frowned, but she didn't look too upset. "I see. It was, like, worth a try anyway." She turned and walked out the doors, jogging to catch up with Slim Summers and the cheerleader. Those Xavier kids stuck to each other like glue.
I couldn't figure out what had happened. I had expected more of an outburst from kitty, but I guess she just wasn't that interested and it was more of a rebound. The funny thing is that later I found out it was because she wanted to know what normal felt like. I was the wrong guy to ask there.