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-Marc, meet me in my office.- called The Professor, but unknown to him, Marc was not the best morning person.
"Get out of my head need………sleeeepy." Marc said back to the Prof.
-It is 10:47 you have been sleeping for over 14 hours.- He argued.
-Now get up! Before I have to get Raymond to give you his 'special' wakeup call.-
"Okay, Okay I'll be there soon." Marc replied without a clue as to what the Professor meant but he knew that he did not like the way he said it. Marc rolled of his bed. Onto the floor, face first, "Smooth." he grumbled pulling himself to his feet. He staggered to the dresser, found his tiny bag of clothes, and put them on randomly.
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He then headed to The Professor's office and as he exited foyer into the rec-room he caught the stares of Rogue, Rahne, and Roberto who were watching a movie.
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"Hey, who's that guy?" Rogue asked disturbed, as the Mexican boy in the heart boxers walked passed them with a shirt on his neck and one on his waist.
"A donna know, is he wearing three socks on one foot?" Rahne inquire puzzled.
"Hey! I think that's the Marc kid Bobby was talking about." Roberto answered.
"That's Marc?" Rogue said, "Ah don't think Kitty should be the one worrying what she's wearing."
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"Marc?" The Professor said in bafflement to his appearance.
"Hwelloew." Marc said still sleepy.
"Would you like to get dressed before we start conversation Mr. Maseon?" The Prof replied still shocked.
"Huh? What?" Marc said as if just realizing. "Yeah, sorry about that."
"Well here are your clothes from Arizona along with some other things." Professor said as he presented the items in a black suitcase change in my lavatory."
"How did you get them?" Marc asked walked into the Professor's bathroom to put on a pair of black shorts and a sleeveless orange shirt he found in the bag and removed the unnecessary items on him.
"Well that was actually you aunt's doing, I talked to her and she said that it's fine that you stay here."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Marc muttered through the bathroom door.
"You will be enrolled at Bayville High after the three day weekend, and today you'll be enrolled here."
"Wait I'm going back to school?" Marc asked walking out from the bathroom redressed.
"Yes, I am Mr. Maseon."
"With all do respect Professor, but I haven't been in school for months."
"Yes and that is precisely why you will try twice as hard. What did you expect you would be off school forever?"
"Well…okay, Profess-inator."
"Excuse me Marc? What did you say?"
"I said Profess-inator."
"Why?"
"Cuz saying 'Professor' gets old."
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"Knock, knock," Bobby verbalized entering Jubilation's room through the open door, "what's up?"
"Oh Bobby?" she quickly shoved something into her a drawer near the bed where she was sitting, "I was just thinking about you."
She grabbed his wrist and pulled him down, so he was sitting next to her.
"Yeah me too, Jubes…um…" he started but was side tracked when his adolescent short attention span caught up with him. He wanted to say something cool and sweet to her like in those movies she likes, but what was she hiding in that drawer? He made a mental note to investigate later, but then he looked back at her and almost melted.
"What Bobby? Spit it out." She egged on.
"What do I say, why didn't I think this out?" he thought as hundreds of thoughts like these were rushing through his head, luckily for him Roberto walked passed the room. "Hey Roberto are you ready?"
Roberto, confused, said, "Ready for what?"
"You know that…thing that we are late for."
Jubes just sat and rolled her eyes as she watched the two go back and forth until Roberto finally picked up on Bobby's hints.
"Oh yeah the thing that we have to go do, don't want to be late Bobby do you?"
"No way, let's go! Bye Jubes."
"I guess some things never change." She mumbled to herself.
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Marc and The Professor had been talking, about the guidelines of the institute for a while now and Marc was a little conflustered (see A/N).
"Okay Mr. Xavier, let me get this strait; I don't have to pay tuition; I can learn to control my powers; I get to live in a mansion; and I get a generous allowance. How could anybody say no to that?"
"I don't do this for fame and fortune Mr. Maseon; I do it for my dream of a peaceful future for all. Now then, your uniform and allowance are in your new room, and your temporary roommate is Amara."
"Amara? Don't you think that's breaking the 'boy/girl' policy Professor?"
"Yes, well the other half of the institute is being refurbished and the guestrooms are for guests only, besides I read your mind, you have a relationship with Kitty and you're a gentleman."
"Don't let that get out."
"I expect you two to use you best judgments."
"Now then Marc all we have to do is to think of a codename for you."
"Codename?"
"Yes, your X-Man name that you will use while in uniform."
"Um…can I get back to you on that, Professor?"
"Sure, your codename is a very serious matter so hurry."
Marc exited the room passing Logan; they each looked at each other and raised an Eyebrow.
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"You wanted to see me Chuck?" Logan reminded.
"Yes, a new student has arrived here…"
"So what do you want me to do Charles?"
"If you would allow me to finish, I simply want you to train him Logan he has abilities similar though nowhere near as advanced, as well as some of his own."
"I still have to train the others, I'll be too busy."
"Hank already offered to temporarily sub for you."
"Okay Charles, besides I need a vacation from those kids."
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"Hey Roberto I'm bored." Bobby said
"Well shouldn't we be doing sometime because you did lie back there?"
"Roberto 'Lie' is such a strong word I prefer the phrase 'To be economical with the truth'."
"Whatever you say but I called it lying, but seriously what should we do?"
"How about we…wait I got's me an idea." Bobby said deviously.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: Confused Flustered Conflustered. It's my word that I DO OWN.
Conflustered - to be conflustered. (ex. You are walking down a street and a car falls 3 feet in front of you, you are CONFLUSTERED.