Disclaimer: don't own Amara or any of the X-Men
Amara dried her eyes, she had started crying agian during her last class. Tabitha was no where to be seen, she had probably gone home with Pietro. Pietro, I hate him so much, I shouldn't, but I do, he took her, she wasn't interested, Amara thought trying to make sense of her emotions. She had never liked any of the other new recruits before she'd met Tabitha. That's when she realized how she was different from the other girls. Looking around and not seeing any of her housemates, Amara started walking home slowly looking at the ground wishing she could change how she felt about Tabitha. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the car pull up behind her.
"Hey, kid, wanna a ride?" A female voice pulled Amara back to reality. Looking up she saw a girl about her age behind the wheel of a black corvette.
"Um, sure I guess," Amara mumbled pulling open the door of the passenger side totally ignoring the little voice in her head that was telling her she shouldn't be accepting rides from strangers.
"Where you heading?" the girl asked pulling away from the curb and giving the finger to a man who tried to cut her off.
"Um, the Xavier Institute," Amara answered slowly not sure why she even wanted to go home. Everything there would remind her of Tabitha. "You know where that is?"
"Yup, big mansion on the edge of town, rumored to be a freak house," the girl said flashing Amara a smile. "I'm Ali by the way, you are?"
"Amara."
"That's a pretty name, different from the boring ones around here," Ali said nodding her head, her several dozen earrings reflecting the sun. Amara took a better look at Ali. She was certainly different looking. She had short dark hair, but it was blond at the roots, like a bad dye job. She had about seven small silver hoops in each of her ears. Her lip was pierce, along with her nose. Amara felt weird wearing her purple jeans and lavender top. Ali was dressed in skin tight leather pants, a white torn tank top that said "Shut the F up" in glittery pink lettering and more jewelery than Amara owned.
"Um, thanks," Amara said softly wishing she had told Ali to take her to the mall or somewhere else. To Amara's surprise Ali skipped the turn to the mansion and kept driving.
"We're taking a detour," she announced cranking up the music on the radio in a way that reminded Amara of when her and Tabby had started the Bayville Sirens. "We're gonna stop at the mall for a few hours," Ali stated hitting the accelerator and swerving into a parking spot with a smile.
Author's note: please please please review, cause I love hearing from y'all, and let me know what you think of Ali, just for the record, she is not an OC!