Disclaimer: yada, yada, yada. I own nothing! And for that I cry.

Lara got her schedule for classes the next morning and Rouge gave her the lowdown on all of the teachers and kids in each class.

"Logan/Wolverine teaches self-defense, so be prepared for his class. Jean works with chemistry and science, Scott is mechanics, Storm is reading and language, and Kurt is history. Professor Xavier teaches physics and philosophy, along with power-controlling."

Lara grinned, "You know everyone. I only know four people. You, Bobby, Pyro, and Professor Xavier." She pulled out a dark blue t-shirt that had neon green electric sparks on all of the hem lines. Lara had unpacked before breakfast and now they were about to go to their first class. She zipped up her worn blue jeans with the holes in the knees and put on her black leather choker. As Rouge had pointed out, 'she would be noticed today.' And that was just how Lara wanted it.

She found her first class fairly easily. It was Scott's mechanics class. Her first impression of Cyclops was a bad boy, but she chuckled as she realized how much of a 'good guy' he was. Mechanics was pretty cool. They learned how to take apart an engine and then clean out one of its many parts.

As predicted, people watched her every move, and when she went up to work on some thingamabob, all eyes were on this strange, orange-haired newcomer. She noticed one person watching her especially. His name was Darren and he had dark brown hair that stood up in short spikes along with hazel eyes. Lara didn't usually care for guys with hair like that, but it looked good on him. When Scott made everyone introduce themselves, she found out that he could manipulate any liquid. He turned around and smiled at her and Lara looked away with a bored expression on her face.

Her class before lunch was Self-Defense. She saw the burly man at the front and immediately knew why he was assigned this subject. Rouge had filled her in on Logan's powers and such earlier, but had said nothing about his appearance. He turned to face her.

"New one, huh? Fine. Go sit on the bleachers or whatever. What are your names, kid?" he asked her in a deep, gruff voice.

"Lara and Wild Thing," she told him and headed to the bleachers that he had mentioned. The next student walked in and she looked up to see who it was. First the hair came into view, and then the face. Pyro. He looked up and shot her a smirk.

"Gonna take on Logan with me, Wild?" he asked her and sat down next to her.

"I'm not helping you, but I might cause some trouble," she replied in a bored tone.

"Great. Two hot heads," Wolverine muttered and shook his head. Lara shot him a look and made the lights flicker for a second. The corners of John's mouth twitched upward slightly and then they both looked at the door when it opened again. A pack of students came in, led by Darren. Darren shot her a debonair smile which she ignored.

Click. Flick. Swish.

"John! If I hear the lighter again…" Logan let the threat hang in the air. Lara winked at Pyro and took out her pocketknife.

Snap. Flick. Click.

Click. Flick. Swish.

Logan let out a growl and Pyro snorted in amusement. Lara put her knife up and glanced at John out of the corner of her eye.

"I thought you said that you weren't gonna help me," he whispered.

"I can change my mind," she shot back. She sensed another presence close by and looked behind her to spot Darren watching her intently. Lara would have done something…anything if Logan hadn't of started class at that moment.

"I want a roundhouse to the gut, a double punch to the chest, and then a kick to the head. Who wants to demonstrate?" Logan folded his arms across his chest and scanned the crowd. Wild Thing stood up and walked to him.

"I will." She could feel the eyes on her back.

"Fine." Logan brought out a foam human looking thing and stepped back.

"Show me what ya' got, kid."

Pyro watched as Lara demonstrated the moves with a grace and strength he didn't know she possessed. The gym became awkwardly quiet when she was finished and then a few people clapped. Including him. He could also hear someone clapping above him. Darren. He could sense the way he was eyeing her every move. John felt strangely satisfied when Lara walked right back over and took her place next to him.

"Alright! She showed you, now I want all of you to line up over here! Do the same thing and then go back to the bleachers."

Pyro was fourth in line, Lara behind him, and Darren behind her. He waited for his turn rather impatiently and then went up to beat the foam out of the flimsy human-thing.

Lara was watching Pyro when Darren spoke up behind her.

"I'm Darren."

"I know."

"You're Lara, right?"

"Right."

"So, what can you do?"

"I can kick your butt," she replied smartly and went up to practice on the foam human again.

Darren just shook his head and grinned. She wasn't going to be easy to charm, but there was something about her that made him want to keep trying. He watched her go sit next to the Firebug. Darren, being another guy (obviously), caught that brief look in John's eyes. He likes her! And here Darren thought that Pyro wasn't interested in girls. So, Firebug, you're my competition.

Ooh. Darren is cool, but he likes girls based on their looks.

Lara: And orange hair is so in now.