Back in the schoolyard

It all started a week ago; I was walking, had my image inducer on my wrist, with my friends from the Xavier Institute. To my left is Kitty Pryde, aka Shadowcat, Anna Marie, but we always called her Rouge, Bobby Drake, Iceman, and to my right was Sam Guthrie, we call him Cannonball, Rahne Sinclair, otherwise known as Wolfsbane. Amara Aquilla, she was called Magma, Jubilation Lee, also known as Jubilee, Ray Crisp, aka Bezerker, and Jamie Madrox, we like to call him Multiple were all at the Institute for being involved in a prank on the school.

But in my arms was the greatest girl in the entire world nay the greatest girl in the entire universe, Amanda Sefton, my girlfriend of a year, and my first romantic relationship ever. Her long brown hair was like a chocolate water fall and her skin was smooth and tan. Her eyes were deep dark brown and her lips were pinkish red and soft to me. I still couldn't believe that she was with me and no one else.

I told her I loved her and only her, but she had never said it back to me. Ever since then my heightened sense of smell could sense the present of another male. I couldn't put my deformed finger on it but the scent was familiar to me. Then there were a lot of distant starting to come between us, we started to hang out less than we used to and she was starting to get more clingy than usual too. Why was there another scent other than hers and mine? Why did Amanda want to hang out less, yet when we were together she was all over me like peanut butter on bread?

We were talking about how Duncan was never going to graduate with the type of grades he's got, that's when the bell rang. I knew that Amanda and I had free period and this was the perfect time to hang out a little more. Kitty and Rouge went to their Biology class, Bobby and Sam went to Gym class, and Rahne went to her Doggie day-care club she just had to get into.

"Hey Amanda, you vant to", I started but she interrupted me.

"I'm sorry Kurt, but I have to go to the library. I have a big test to study in Geography", she said in a hurry before give me a kiss on the lips and rushing off with her backpack, not letting me say a "goodbye" or an "I love you" in English or German. I leaned against the lockers next to me looking on the cement covered grounds of the school. Thanks to my "lack of attention span" as my friends like to call it; I looked around the ground thinking of random things.

I finally landed my eyes on her black bejeweled wallet that she had a dropped from her great haste. I picked up the small container and rushed to the library to give it back to her. Then I stopped in my tracks, I relieved something wrong with Amanda's statement. 'She does not even go to Geography class.' I started to run to the library again. I turned the corner that led to the library and what I saw before me.

There in the hallway was Amanda kissing Pietro D. Maximoff, an enemy the Brotherhood called Quicksilver. My heart shattered into a billion pieces as I watched the scene. Then the scent of that speedy bastard came to my nostrils. The stench was the exact scent that was always on Amanda, so there was obviously only one answer to my questions. They finally pulled apart with heavy pants; my cheating girlfriend placed her head on her "other man's" chest facing me with closed eyes and a smile, she never gave me. Pietro was running his fingers through the brown locks of her hair and smothered his nose in it.

I felt a tear threatening to fall down my cheek. I absentmindedly nodded my head with a frown on my face. I heard Amanda sigh in content then say "Kurt?" I dropped her wallet, in front of me, and I bamfed to the lunch area knowing that that was probably the farthest place from them. I sat down on my chair at the "Mutant's table", as others called it, for lunch.

My chest tightened from heart break and my head ached because of the tears that I had shed. By the time I heard the bell ring, I had stop crying and washed my face as to try not to leave any evidence of me crying like a child. When the guys came to the table I tried to act like nothing had happened, but I obviously failed. "Kurt, ya okay", asked Rouge in her Southern accent.

"Yeah, like, you don't, like, look to hot. Because, like, your eyes are red", added Kitty with her usual valley girl style. I knew they weren't going to stop asking me what was wrong until I told them and I am a terrible liar.

"I found out zat Amanda vas cheeting on me, today", I stated in a monotone fashion. They all gasped from surprise of what I said and I merely sat back to see the shock look on their faces.

"With who, man", asked Sam in concern, I finally saw her come in with his arm around her waist. So I didn't answer him verbally but I pointed at them with my holographic covered hand in indifference. They all looked at where my "fingers" were pointing at and, if possible, their eyes grew even larger.

"Pietro? But he's a player and you are so much better than him", exclaimed Bobby.

"Yeah", added Rahne. "I mean you are fun, loving, cool and", I interrupted her before she could go any further.

"I also look like a blue furry freak vithout my image inducer on", I countered with venom in my mouth, anger was showing on my disguised face. Then, my face turned from fury to sadness. "You, guys are lucky zat your powers don't come vith irregular appearances", I noted sadly looking away from all of them. We all decided to drop that subject since it was getting kinda personal.

Even when school was over they were silent to me about Amanda. But since Scott, whose codename was Cyclops, was driving us to the Institute, he was expecting her to be with us for the drive home, but he saw nowhere near. So he could do the only thing thinkable, "Kurt, where's Amanda? Isn't she riding with us?" I didn't answer him I just walked away from them all and decided to walk to my home on the cliff.

I took out my earphones from out of my pockets and put them in my ears. And what a song to play at a time like this certain time, Your Love is a Lie by Simple Plan. I groaned at the song but I didn't change it at all, it was a good song considering the circumstances. I felt like I was living this song in a way. This song was about a man had found out that his girlfriend was cheating on him, but the difference is I didn't confront her about it.

I fall asleep by the telephone
It's 2 O'clock and I'm waiting up alone

I was looking around the place for any sign of new eyes or anyone coming my way, no one to be seen. So I bamfed my way back to my room, turned off my image inducer, and landed on my bed, revealing my blue furred body, tail and my X-men uniform. I took out my cell phone and went on my Contacts and the name of my Ex came up.

Tell me where have you been?
I found a note with another name

Suddenly, my phone started to ring and the Caller ID came on the screen showing the name Amanda. My eyes went wide as I pressed the call button and pressed it against my ear. "Hallo", I greeted.

"Pietro", she asked. Before she spoke another word, I hung up out of sorrow and depression.
You blow a kiss, but it just don't feel the same
Cause I can feel that you're gone

I remember how things were when I didn't know about them, every kiss wasn't the same since I met her parents. Every kiss was empty of feeling; there was no love, not even lust was in them. I could feel my heart turn to dust, unable to fix what was broken. I turned off my Ipod, put on its charger, with a frown and a sigh.

Then in the mist of my silence, I heard Professor Xavier calling in my clouded mind, "Kurt come to the Cerebro room immediately. It is of great importance."

Being one not to disobey my Professor, I teleported in the Cerebro meeting up with Logan, Jean, and Scott in their X-men uniforms and Prof. X, sitting in his wheelchair, in the middle waiting for me. "Vhat happened", I asked in a monotone and cold voice as I walked to them with a blank expression on my face instead of happy grin and brightness in my eye that they all came to know.

I saw the sympathetic looks on Scott and Jean's faces, telling me that the others had already informed them about my current situation. However, I paid no mind to them and kept my mind focused for once. "I gathered all of you here because I have recently come across a new mutant, however…" the Professor trailed off to look at Cerebro but still talk to us. "It seems it has no record of any sort, any birth records, school records, not even an appearance", he continued in a frustrated and saddening voice.

My eyebrows rose up, that was unexpected, even though I had not gone in public at least I had a name to be place by. Whoever this person is, they must really like being alone, even at birth. "Charles, are ya sure 'bout that? Cerebro shoulda at least found a visual on 'er", said Logan as he crossed his arms across his chest. He was, as always, not trusting in the new mutant that their identity was kept a secret. The telepath shook his head in response, this had never happened before. It was like we were going after a ghost, at least in my opinion it did.

"It seems that this started ten years ago, from what I could gather", explained the professor as his wheel chair towards us with copies of a news article he found on this place. "Therefore, I want all of you to go to Evergreen, Maine."

"Vhat does zis person look like", I asked in curiosity as I looked at the paper.

"They call this mutant, a Napaeae", he answered leading us to the hanger.

"After a kind of mythical nymph", asked Jean with confusion in her voice as we started to get closer to the X-jet's hanger.

"Yes, it means 'wooden dell' in English but I believe this is a mutant whom is afraid of the outside world", said Prof. X. We finally got to the X-jet and I bamfed in my seat by the window, I wanted to get this over with, and I wasn't in the mood for doing anything at the moment. I knew all too well that this would take a while due to the fact I saw all of our clothes in four different bags.

I looked down at the window seeing that Scott and Jean were explaining my behavior before they and Logan walked to the opening of the jet. Logan and Scott in the driver's seat and me and Jean were sitting in two vacant passenger seats. We buckled in for the trip to Maine; I looked out the window again, away from everyone's gaze.

My mind wandered to our objective, no records of any kind, no name other than what the public gave them, no face to even look out for, and it was all mysterious for me. I guess I could relate to being called a mythical creature; I was called a demon in my village. I didn't want to be here, but I suppose that it was better than going back in the schoolyard to face my sorrows.