Author's note: one review from one person, hmm, y'all needa do better den dat.
Disclaimer: Ah don't own Kitty Pryde, but ah know some boys dat'd love ta.
Adrianna Slate rolled her eyes as Kitty tried to show her how to open her locker.
"Then, like, um, you like turn the dial this way?" Kitty said wrinkling her nose at the combination lock in front of her.
"Have you ever, like, even opened a locker before?" Adri asked sarcasticaly imitating Kitty's valley girl accent.
"Of course I have."
"Um, whatever," Adri muttered reaching past Kitty and easily opening the locker.
"Okay, so like your first class is like art right?"
"No, it's chair throwing,"
"Adrianna be serious. Now like you have art with like Lance. Wait, why are you like in a senior like art class?"
"'Cause you're an idiot," Adri said grabbing her books and then yanked her schedule from Kitty's hand. "And I don't need your help finding my classes."
"But like..." Adri didn't even look back at Kitty as she spun around and walked off leaving Kitty standing in the middle of the hallway.
What a like loser, Kitty thought as she hurried off to her class.
Perky freak, Adri thought sliding into her art class. Looking around she spotted several guys that could be 'Lance'. Now which one is he? she asked
herself looking around and finally deciding to sit next to a guy with dark brown hair down his back, the kind of guy who knew all the bad guys in the school, the kind of
guy who might be a criminal himself, the only kind of guy that could help her, Lance Alvers.