Ch 2: Meet & Greet

"Finally, this is your room," the slightly taller, not as good looking, boy told me, gesturing to a room jam pack full of little kids. The tour of the school had at last come to an end.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked in disbelief. This was far from the single room I had asked for. The whole school was as big as the fucking White House and I get to share a room with a bunch of screaming tots? What the hell?

"Um, no," the bastard said with a smirk I just wanted so badly to wipe off. "But don't worry, the kids don't come with the room. You're sharing with Colossus. The kids hang out with him sometimes."

I turned to see a big white guy at the end of the room enthusiastically wave at me and frowned at him. He stopped smiling and resumed playing with one of the screaming brats.

"Look, jackass," I hissed, "I don't know what you guys are playing at, but I'm not sharing a room."

He glared insolently at me. "I can't do anything about that. I'm just the messenger. And, for crying out loud, my name is Bobby!"

"I don't care what your real name is," I said with a glare, "and I don't care what your idiotic nickname is—"

"Iceman," he interrupted.

"Didn't I just say I didn't care?" I snarled. Honestly, I didn't know being a mutant made you so retarded. Wait a minute...

"Iceman? What the hell is your power?" I demanded. So far, everyone's power alluded to their own idiotic powers. If I was right...

I found myself hit in the face with a snowball.

"Exactly what it sounds like," he said with the same annoying ass smirk.

"Great, someone else with the same crap ass power," I growled, lunging at him. It seemed like all the pent up frustration was coming out right then and there.

"Fight! Fight!" a shrill childish girly voice rang throughout the hallway. One black eye, a couple of bruises, and a busted lip later, Bobby and I found ourselves in front of Professor X. The professor with the red glasses was holding me back and Professor X was looking at us with an expression of disappointment. Professor Grey and Professor Monroe were there too. I'd never forget their names. They're freaking hot. That is, until they open their mouths. Man, they are a preachy pair of broads. They lectured the both of us the whole way to Professor X's office! Bobby held his head down guiltily and I glared defiantly at the lot of them.

I hate it when parents pull that 'I'm so disappointed with you' shit. Several teachers have tried that too. I can't stand it. Alls it does is piss me off.

"Bobby, Aidan, I am very disappointed in the both of you," Professor X said sadly, which pissed me off even more. Who was he to be disappointed in me? My own mother, may she rest in peace, never told me she was disappointed in me. Except that time I blew up her favorite antique angel figurine with a firecracker on Christmas. Man, was she pissed. Also, she didn't really say she was 'disappointed in me.' It was more like, 'you're a brat and I can't believe I spawned such evil.'

I ran my tongue over my busted lip and felt it sting and smirked at Bobby's black eye. It was already purple and looked pretty ugly. I'd never been prouder of myself in my whole life. Bobby just glared right back at me.

Professor X just sighed and shook his head. "Aidan, this is not something you should be proud of."

"Hey!" I protested, "What the hell? You said you weren't going to read my mind!"

"Well," Professor Grey says, in this sexy amused tone, "You pretty much scream every thought you have. It's hard not to hear it. Not that it matters, of course. You usually speak and think at the same time."

I blinked, digesting the multitude of small insults in her little sentence. That's when I decided that Dr. Jean Grey was not half as pretty as Professor Munroe, even if I couldn't stand all that nature talk she threw at us.

Dr. Grey gave me this surprised look and I scoffed. Feelings and mushy girly crap like that weren't my forte and if she overheard me thinking, it would serve her right. I wouldn't feel bad for her. That bitch.

So, now, Professor X is frowning at me too. In fact, I looked around to see that everyone in the damn room was frowning at me!

"Look, why can't I have my own damn room?" I demanded, "Is that too much to ask for?"

"That's what you and Bobby got in a fight over?" Professor... red glasses... asked me in disbelief.

"Whatever." I responded. Man, these freaks were really starting to piss me off. I hate this mansion. My mansion ain't nearly as big, but I like it a lot better. I hate the people here. They're all goody goody two shoes. I haven't met many people here, but I can already guess what my stay here is gonna be like. Lots of touchy feely crap.

Professor Grey's face was getting a little red and everyone just looked pissed so I suggested that we all just calm down and they should just give me my own room. Bobby looked at me like he was gonna pop me one, but I had just stuck my middle finger at him. He wouldn't do it. What a wuss.

"Jean," I says all calmly and whatnot, "I think the best thing to do—"

"I heard you loud and clear," she interrupted.

Now that just pissed me off again. I hate it when people interrupt. I don't do it and I don't appreciate it when others do it to me.

"Yeah, well, I don't give a damn anymore, cause I'm leavin'!" I yelled. I hate it when I yell. It's unprofessional. Kicking ass is one thing, yelling is another. I'd kick her ass, but I don't hit girls. Hitting girls is unforgivable.

Once, I saw a guy backhand his girl at the theaters. I was on him, kicking his ass in a millisecond, Molly screaming and crying cause I hadn't said anything neither. I just went up to him and started punching the shit out of him. By the time the ushers and police officers pulled us apart, there was blood everywhere. It was all his too. I got 10 hours of community service for that one. Dad's lawyers are kickass.

That was Molls and I's first date.

So I just chose to let Professor Grey off easy. Alls I did was ask her why she had such a stick up her arse. Everyone looked at Professor X when I said this, like, oh my god, professor, what should I do?

God, I hate how they act like the professor is the ruler of the world. Damned staff can't think for themselves. It's kinda annoying. I don't really care though. I'm gonna get myself kicked out by the end of this week.

"Well, Bobby, since you aren't currently sharing a room, Aidan can bunk with you."

"What?" I said in protest, "I said I wanted a room alone. Do you people not understand the meaning of the word alone?"

Bobby looked equally pissed. I don't know why. Everyone says I'm a kickass roommate. I've always got a fresh supply of booze and cigars, both of which I'm happy to share. Ok, not happy to share per se, but I'm no hog. It's probably the cigars which are making me loose weight too, now that I think about it. I really need to gain a couple of pounds.

"This will be good for the both of you." Professor X said with what I'm guessing was supposed to be a wise look.

So, next thing I know, I'm being shoved off towards my new room. I've never been so pissed in my life.

When we got to the room, I dumped all my crap on my bed and started hangin' up my posters. I don't go anywhere without 'em. They're all lined up on my side of the room... Metallica, Led Zepplin, Nirvana, Alice Cooper... I've got a total of ten of 'em. Thanks god the wall was big enough to fit 'em all. If it weren't, I'd have to beat down Bobby to get some of 'em on his side of the room.

"Cool, Nirvana," he comments from his spot on his bed. Like I give a damn what he thinks. Probably only knows one damn song of theirs. I just ignored his ignorant ass.

He huffed like the pansy he is. I never heard a guy huff like that. Molly did that whenever she was pissed at me. She'd sigh, then huff. Then she would start complaining in a shrill, piercing, annoying voice.

"Look, Aidan," Iceboy says, "I think we should call a truce. We're gonna be in the same room, blah blah blah."

By now I had tuned his annoying ass out. Two fairly pretty girls had just walked in the room and I was too busy paying attention to them. They were both brunettes, too. The taller one was completely covered, even gloves. Probably had some sick skin disease. The other was dressed in a really preppy outfit. She looked kind of geeky though. Like the type of person who would do the extra credit even though she has a 110 in the class.

"Aidan. Aidan!" Iceboy's voice penetrated my thoughts.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"This is my girlfriend Rogue and that's Kitty."

"What's your power?" Kitty asked all nosily.

"None of your d—"

I guess Iceboy knew what I was gonna say cause he interrupted me.

"Same as mine."

"Yeah, except I just discovered my powers and I can already outfrost your popsicle ass."

Guess who said that? Man, the expression on those broads' faces was priceless.

"Um, how about we go to the game room?" Kitty asked Iceboy nervously.

I started ignoring them and lay down on my bed. I was kinda sleepy and I wanted them all to go away. Picking up my book, which happened to be 'Moby Dick', I started reading.

"You're reading Moby Dick?" skin disease girl... err... Rogue asked me.

"Yeah, what of it?" I said defensively. Just because I'm rude most of the time doesn't mean I'm a dumbass.

"Nothing, I'm just reading it right now too. Do you want to talk about it sometime?"

Everyone was looking at me all expectantly like I was going to say, 'Oh my god, Rogue, you are so unbelievably kind to offer to talk to me. Let's be best friends forever!'

Instead I said, "No."

She looked pretty hurt and for a second, I felt bad, but when Iceboy threatingly lumbered over me later that night for hurting his girlfriend's special little 'feelings', I got pissed.

"Look, I don't like your girlfriend, alright?" I said. I've got enough problems. The last thing I need is to get caught up in some retarded love triangle.

Iceboy just gave a little sigh and got back into bed. I really don't like him.

"Anyways," I said, "If I were to get with anyone, it certainly wouldn't be with someone with skin disease."

He jumped out of bed and the next thing I knew, I was in a headlock.

"Take it back!" he hissed, as my face started to turn whitish blue from the lack of oxygen.

"Hell, no," I said, soundly punching him in the stomach and putting him in a headlock.

He reversed me pretty quickly and I let out a string of profanities.

"You're nothin' but a prissy arse, you know that?" I said at the end.

"Take it all back."

"No."

I could feel him getting frustrated and my chest was startin' to hurt from the lack of oxygen.

"If I let you go, swear you won't say anything more about me or my girlfriend." He demanded.

"Fine," I said. He let go of me and I straightened up.

"I hope you and your girl go to hell, ya sonufabitch."

Alls he did was groan and get in bed. I did the same, satisfied that I got the last word.

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