Witchy Weirdness
They called her the Bitch of Bayville High, and she was immensely proud of that.
Wanda Maximoff had never been one for 'going with the flow,' but even she knew that without a high school diploma she wouldn't get far in the world. Sure, she could use her hex power to get herself anything she needed, but without a job she'd just end up staying in her apartment all day and watching soap operas.
No. Fucking. Way. Those were her thoughts on the matter.
So she went to school – and did her best not to use her hex powers to pass tests and the like, since she knew she'd need the knowledge once she got to college – gritted her teeth, and tried to put up with the insufferable teenage student body. The only ones she considered even slightly bearable were the X-Men and the former Brotherhood. Most of the X-Men were afraid of her, so they left her alone. The ones who weren't knew she didn't like people, and rarely talked to her unless they deemed it necessary. Ditto for the Brotherhood.
But lately they'd been more divided than usual. It used to be, since the two groups had broken up into couples, that the lovebirds would sit in pairs together. Now…
The group dynamics changed from day to day. A few weeks ago Lance and Amara had been on the outs, Rogue and Todd – Wanda was so glad the frog boy had given up his crush on her – had been eating outside so Todd could supplement his lunch with the occasional fly (which was weird, since now that he was able to actually bring or buy his lunch, he'd quit eating as many bugs) and Pietro and Kurt seemed to be persona non grata at the mutant tables up until last week.
Something was going on. Wanda still hadn't figured out what, but she was going to find out.
And when she did…
Well, there were too many of them to beat, so perhaps she'd just join them.
And beat them from the inside.