So Many Times I've Lied.

A/N: uh hey guys. So this is my new fic I guess? It's basically about my o.c. and john so yeaaa ! Title is from the song Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace

Warnings: selfharm, eating disorders, and mentions of abuse.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, only my O.C., Arabella Parks.


Chapter 1:

Arabella's pov:

'Not to be rude, but I honestly couldn't care less about the history of this staircase' I thought as I was being guided through the place I would call my home from now on.

The woman leading me was very young (although she claimed to be a teacher here) with dark skin and, oddly enough, white hair.

Now let's get back to the matter at hand, why I'm in this goddamn place. Well I may or may not have accidentally burned my boyfriends hand off. Poor Connor.

According to the professor, who I met just minutes ago, I have 'Toxikinesis' meaning I can create and manipulate poisons. Pretty cool I guess, if I could actually control it. Get me mad, scared, sad, uncomfortable, a little too happy, or any other emotion and I would probably burn a hole straight through you.

Professor Ororo, or Storm, which was everyone called her, stopped suddenly in front of a very ornate wood door.

"And here is your room! Scott already brought your stuff in, so feel free to settle in!" She said, a tad bit too happily.

Nodding, I push past her and into my room closing the door behind me.

My room was huge, bigger than any room I've ever had, with creamy white walls and a large bed. I quickly set to unpacking my clothes and putting them in the large dresser and then make my bed with some white sheets and a black comforter. After unpacking all of my other random crap I deem it 'good enough'.

Glancing over at the clock on my bedside table, the neon numbers tell me I have a couple hours until dinner. Unwrapping my headphones from my phone, I put them in and start playing the most amazing band ever, aka Three Days Grace.

'Somebody help me believe this isn't the real me..'


By the time I've gone through TDG 's album twice, someone knocks at my door. I quickly yank the headphones out of my head and yank my sleeves back down.

"Come in!" I yell, not wanting to have to get off my super comfy bed.

The door opens to reveal a boy about my age (around 14) with brown hair and grey eyes, and a tall, lean build.

"Hey dinner started a couple minutes ago, Scott sent me to come get you." He said looking me over, making me feel extremely insecure.

"Oh shit really? Sorry you had to come up here, I wasn't paying any attention to time." I say, standing up and grabbing my phone off my bed, headphones dangling behind.

"It's fine. Whatcha listening to?"

Upon my not answering he strides across the room to me, only needing to take a few steps, grabs one of the headphones and puts it in his ear, a small smile growing across his face after listening to it for a couple seconds. He removes it from his ear and hands it back to me.

"You know I really didn't peg you as the type of girl to listen to Three Days Grace."

"What exactly does that mean?" I cross my arms over my chest, trying to look intimidating, or as intimidating as a "5'2 girl can look.

"You just seem like the type of person who has everything in control, you know? Music like that is for the severely fucked up." He shrugs.

"Are you fucked up?"

"What?"

"You said that kind of music is for the fucked up. And you obviously listen to them, so are you fucked up?"

"Yeah, a little I guess." He says, adding a little laugh at the end, "I'm John, by the way."

"Arabella."


A/N: so that was chapter one, their first meeting when they were 14 :) hope you liked it, and pretty please review