Finally a weekend without homework!

Thankyou so much BluePuppeta.JAA for all yur comments, I hope that you enjoy htis one as well.

A normal day for a student; boring lessons and troubles with friends, who cares if it is a mutant or not?

In the classroom the class was just about to start, so John and Warren only got a pair of raised eyebrows from Storm, and a pair of giggles from the girls in the back. John dragged Warren with him to sit by the window, right in front of Piotr, who just shook his head at them. Then John realised he'd forgotten the books, so with a little whisper to his friend he shared with Warren.

Warren was still uncomfortable with his cold hand and he kept on rubbing it, hoping that would help him get it back to normal temperature. After a while John noticed;

"What are you doing?"

Warren gave him a weak smile;

"My hand is getting cold; I just try to get the blood back into it."

John smiled as well and pulled out his lighter;

"Then I maybe can help you out!"

Not 5 seconds later Warren could hold his hand over a small fireball, hidden behind the desk.

Finally he could move it, but it stung a bit when the blood started to flow again and the nerves started to work.

About 15 minutes into the lesson the door was opened and Bobby walked in. Instead of apologising for being late he just walked to his seat, sending Warren a cold, hateful gaze. When Storm asked him why he was being late he just said;

"I have my reasons."

She never got more than that.

All in all, John couldn't say that the lesson was bad, even if Warren seemed to rather listen to what Storm said than watch him form his flames into different shapes. In the end John actually listened a bit and picked up a thing or two (like when the homework was to be turned in, but he could just pretend he didn't).

At the end John tried as always to get first outside, even though the door was on the other side of the room. He completely missed the questioning look Warren gave Piotr behind him, who just shock his head (again). Something John noticed though was the ice on the floor around Bobby's chair, so instead of slipping on it, like some other of the students had, he walked around, just in time to see that the mutant creating the ice was waiting for him. John was too close to pretend he hadn't seen Bobby, and since he'd gone ahead of Warren and Piotr they were too far away to help him (and he could see that Bobby knew this).

But suddenly a voice shouted out over the heads of the students;

"Bobby, can you stay behind, please? I'd like to have a talk with you."

The few moments Bobby looked at Storm, who had shouted at him, John snuck by him and the last Bobby saw of him was his profile when he walked out in the corridor. Muttering curses in his mind he waked up to the teacher's desk, sending the back of the last mutant (who just happened to be Warren) an icing look. He then turned to Storm…

Even though they had at least ten more minutes of the break left, Warren, John and Piotr sat outside the classroom, the tow younger taking turn to have a "one- minute- drawing" of them selves in stupid positions (that they often couldn't hold for more than a few seconds).

When the lesson started John was surprised to see that Bobby was getting late again. He got a look from Piotr that he chose to ignore, and a question from Warren that he just shrugged of.

But as the day went on he to begun to wonder; Bobby didn't turn up to any more lessons and they didn't see him in the dining hall at lunch either. And even if John looked everywhere he went he didn't see any sings of ice, only the snow that was once again falling outside.

Just because of said snow, Summers refused to let them borrow a car in the afternoon. Even if he explained so at least Warren and Piotr understood (the simple reason that he wanted to be sure that the roads were free from snow so that they wouldn't have a car-crash involving 3 students) John didn't want to listen.

Because of this the three of them was currently sitting in the library, Warren reading, Piotr painting him just because he didn't know it and therefore would look perfectly natural, and John simply looking out through the window.

None of them knew how long time that had passed (bless the one who got the thought of letting the Monday be a short day for the students) when they heard voices that, at last to John, was way too familiar; Rogue and Jubilee, talking about the familiar name 'Bobby'.

Even if John didn't move at all, he was now all ears, trying to pick up as much as he could. The reason he didn't know; Piotr and Warren (that could hardly recognise any if them in this short amount of time) didn't seem to even realize that someone talked a lot louder than you should in a library.

When they came closer he could make out more;

"And he just stood there?"

Rogue, why did she sound so eager?

"Yeah, but only for a few seconds. The he started to cry, and ran away!"

Jubilee, sounding happy, and of course as if she'd told this story a hundred times already (which she probably had).

"Now, are you sure he cried? Cause Bobby isn't rally that way..?"

"Yeah, yeah, a hundred percent!"

What?! Bobby, crying?! John almost laughed; sure Bobby was a bit of a softy (he should be the one to know) but he never cried! He didn't, did he?

"But Jubes are you sure it was because…?"

"Sure it was Rogue, and stop calling me that! Just stop fuzzy about it and go find him!"

He knew it, John thought bitterly. It was just a matter of time before Bobby would stop pretend and go back to the toy that was easier to keep…

Suddenly John jerked and made Warren drop his book in surprise; suddenly a voice echoed in his head, slicing through his thoughts like a knife;

"John, could you please come to my office, it is very urgent!"

Swearing about the professor and his powers John got up from the sofa, picked up warrens book and gave it to him before starting to walk towards the office of the professor.

Warren and Piotr exchanged a glance and hurried after.

On their way John repeated the message the professor gave him to the others. Both Piotr and John was starting to winder what was going on; the professor never used a word as urgent if he didn't have any other word for it, and even then it took some time before he mentioned it to his students…

I'll start working on the next chapter right after getting somthing to eat, but I'll still be glad if you leave a comment? Just a small one? Please?