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Chapter 5

VvV Awkward Silences VvV

Lorna's PE Class; 10:15am

Fearfully, Lorna sat beside her basketball teammate and just stared in front of herself, glancing at Lexa every now and then. 'Why? Why, why, why! Does Mr McCoy have to leave us alone together?'

She soon found out as Lexa turned at the same time Lorna did so they were facing each other, "can I help you?"

"No…"

"Stop staring then."

"…" An awkward silence fell between them both as they both stared in front of themselves, but before long Lorna was glancing nervously at Lexa again and the girl caught the looks.

"What!"

Unexpected as it was, Lorna's reply to her outburst left Lexa silent; "I just wanted to thank you…"

"…"

"So, thanks. I suppose."

"You suppose?" 'What is with this girl,' Lexa leant back against the wall behind the bench they were sharing and pinched her nose tighter, 'and what is taking McCoy so long?'

Sighing didn't give Lexa an answer so after the 'prep' had repeated herself Lorna spoke her mind, "well, I don't know whether or not you laughed at that girl for support to her…which I don't think you did. Or because she was getting into trouble and you found it funny."

"Trouble." Frowning, Lexa turned to Lorna, "I may be with her crowd but that doesn't mean I like her. Besides; why would you be thanking me?"

Shrugging in reply was all Lorna could find for an answer.

"Well?" This girl was impatient.

"I guess you were kinda sticking up for me…"

"Yeh in a way…but it was nothing; Crystal's a cow. And she wasn't really going for you; she just wanted to show the new girl whose boss. Besides," Lexa smirked, "Crystal was probably being a cow to you cuz she thought you were an easy target."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Looking away from Lorna with a smug look, Lexa's eyes faced the wall, glittering mischievously, "she knew you were scared."

"Scared!"

"Don't deny it; you'd been having an argument with Mr McCoy about basketball and the moment you walked onto the pitch you started saying you didn't want to play netball," turning back to Lorna's confused expression, Lexa shrugged. "If you could oppose to playing basketball for the last five minutes and then go on the pitch and talk about netball, you'd have to be scared."

"I was not."

"What was it then? Short-term memory loss?"

Changing the topic was the only ideal option in reply and Lorna took it, "how do you remember things like that? What is with you?"

"My hearing, as my father continually tells me," before finishing her sentence Lexa tilted her head and looked even more smug to emphasise her point, "is sensationally unique. I'm excellent at noticing things that people say or even their tone of voice when they say things, and I'm good at remembering it too. Anyway…you're so in denial."

"I am not!"

"Told ya." Silence fell between the two again, momentarily, broken by a few sighs before Lexa spoke up again, "and anyway…I guess I was kinda sticking up for you; I heard about Crystal bitching to you about your style…and, well I like your hair." Glancing to Lorna meant that the Prep and Goth were making eye contact and Lexa smiled with a slight smirk, "it rocks."

"Thanks…" smirking, Lorna eyed Lexa's hair, "your's is cool. It's not…well, it's different."

"It's not what?"

Unsure of how to reply, Lorna went with the truth, "preppy. It's more my crowd type of look, ya know?" Suddenly, Lorna's smile fell when Lexa's did too whilst the prep looked away with a frown. "Did I say something offensive?" Lorna frowned as she got a reply of no and asked what was wrong.

Confusedly Lexa looked around for the right kind of answer, "that's why my hair is like this…I guess when I was younger I was one of your crowd."

"You guess?"

"Well I was. But it changed."

"Why?"

Lexa sighed and finally admitted something to herself and to Lorna, "I used to live right on your street – I heard about you living with Rogue and Wanda and all – but then my dad married and we moved. Nothing was the same…it's difficult being friends with someone who's so far away…so I made friends with the people on my street. They happen to be my crowd now," sighing; Lexa hunched her shoulders over with a frown, "and both crowds conflict. It was a choice; be friends with the people closest or the ones further away."

Finally speaking up, Lorna made a point that put both girls in silence, "but weren't Rogue and Wanda you closest friends at heart?"

"…"

Hank McCoy smiled at this intelligent point from Lorna and nodded from his hiding place. Hiding behind the door to the room that the two – similar yet different – girls were in had allowed the teacher to listen in on their conversation and he was pleased with what he had heard. Being curious of his daughter's new personality and friends for quite a while, Logan Howlett had only mentioned her strange behaviour recently yet Hank McCoy knew why Lexa was acting the way she was. He was just one of those teachers. But this was the first time that the girl had admitted it to herself.

Smiling, Hank nodded; his plan had worked. Finally he had got the girl to admit to herself she was in the wrong crowd for the wrong reasons. He just hoped things would change…and they did.

VvVvVvV

Ten minutes later

"Thanks Mr McCoy," allowing herself to wince as Hank pinched her nose again, Lexa smiled.

"Just checking nothing's broken," reassuringly, the teacher nodded to his pupil as he received a questioning look, "and it isn't."

Recovering from her injury, Lexa stood up and grabbed her bag, "like that bit…girl could harm me anyways."

"Of course Lexa." Eyeing Lexa as she left the room, Hank McCoy shook his head and sighed with a slight laugh, "that young woman…I don't know what I'll do with her. She's in the medical room more times per week than Mr Allerdyce." Locking the door, Hank laughed again and turned around only to speak to himself, "and that's saying something." When John passed looking fairly dishevelled with several bruises forming on his arm and a slight cut on his face, Hank laughed quietly, "you would have never thought it possible with this boy though…"

VvVvVvV

Languages Corridor

"Damn dat 'urt (hurt)…shi-"

Ororo Monroe had opened her door in time to see Rogue giving Remy Lebeau an intentionally vicious kick in the groin before the young Goth had stormed off and the teacher simply perked her eyebrows before interrupting the student in mid-sentence. "Remy Lebeau if you're going to swear at all in the languages corridor would you please do it in a different language so the younger students don't get any ideas." Walking off, Ororo shook her head as Remy followed orders with the repetitive chorus of 'merde' reaching her ears.

Walking in the opposite direction of her stepmother, Lexa produced a smile when they passed each other and noted the sigh as Ororo noticed her obvious injury due to the light bruising. She passed Remy with a smirk and shook her head noticing where his hands were clasped. "Friendly greeting from Rogue I see?"

Merde was the only answer she received and Lexa nodded knowledgeably before turning back round, only after she had bumped into something solid.

"I thought I'd find you here."

"Piss off," Lexa made to walk past her obstacle but she found Pietro's hand clasped around her arm. "I don't care what you have to say Pietro, I know your only here cuz Crystal sent you." Responding with a nod, Pietro didn't realise he had seriously hurt Lexa's feeling at the fact he wasn't here to see her because he wanted to, all he noticed was the prep's frown. "Don't even bother then."

Stopping the girl from walking off was easy as Pietro increased his pressure on Lexa's arm, "look, you had no right to punch her. You seriously hurt her."

"You're just lucky she didn't hurt me or she'd be dead right now. And she's lucky I got away with minor injuries and only a five minute nose-bleed," not disturbing Lexa in the slightest, Pietro's gasp caused Remy to look around and the older boy listened in on their conversation. "So why don't you go tell your bitch to stay outta my way."

Viciously, Lexa thrust her arm from Pietro's grasp and began to walk off but stopped momentarily to give him some advice, "you need to get a life; sending your girlfriend's messaged around in your spare time? It's just lame. And at that you really need a new girlfriend."

"What? Like you?"

"At least I'm better than that trash."

"Really, I didn't know that crap was better than garbage," raising an eyebrow, Pietro waited expectantly for a response but was disappointed when he didn't receive one and became angry with himself when Lexa simply walked away. "I was only joking!" Pietro called after her, but when Lexa gave no reaction, he assumed she wasn't listening. However, the boy couldn't see the smirk playing across Lexa's lips.

Turning back around, Pietro headed in the opposite direction from Lexa and walked past Remy, only to receive another bit of advice, "de fille's got a point y' know…besides, y' know who y'd prefer t' be with, et it ain' Crystal. Fo' a hint; it would be a fille like Lexa."

"Shut up before I do a Rogue on you."

Remy covered his lower half and watched Pietro's back nervously.

VvVvVvV

Breaktime, Betsy's Homeroom; 10:30

"It was ok I guess."

"Ok? You're great at soccer."

Proudly, Betsy nodded with a laugh, "yeh I am aren't I! Although, I do prefer football," shrugging to Warren gave him a reply to his questioning 'why' glance at Betsy. "So…pretty good goals huh? I think we make a good team, especially up front."

"Yeh," Warren nodded whilst he spoke and then looked straight in Betsy's eyes causing her to blush, although she made like she was doing no such thing. Unable to resist, Warren pointed the fact out, "Violet, you're blushing."

"Oh, really, Ken? I think it's just cuz it's hot in here, you know? Well it would be…I'm in here." Allowing Betsy to laugh for a little while, Warren smirked and stood up, claiming he had to leave, "oh, really?" the Goth looked disappointed and Warren liked it, but he didn't make out that he did and simply just nodded instead. "See ya later then, Ken?"

"I hope so…cuz you know what; you were right: you are hot, Violet."

At this direct statement, Betsy's eyes widened confusedly at Warren's back when he walked away and her mouth hung open until Lorna shut it with a tap of her slightly tanned finger, staring accusingly at her cousin. "What was that?"

"Nothing…" nonchalantly, Betsy played with her trousers, giving a glance to Lorna to notice her cousin's proud smirk. "What's that look for?"

"I'm sorry what did you say to me when I talked about you two…oh yeh," smirking, Lorna continued; "shut up. I would of thought you'd have been saying it to Warren when he was talking to you…but, I guess Ken's are just your type."

"We're friends."

"Since when?"

"Since PE."

VvV Flashback VvV

"Warren! Warren, over here!" sprinting further up the pitch as she was blatantly ignored, Betsy waved her arms about, "OI KEN! I'M FREE!" stopping in her attempt to catch attention was a wise choice from Betsy as Warren simply kept going. He shot and…he missed. In disbelief, Betsy shook her head and grimaced, "oh my god, what a div."

Five Minutes Later

He was sprinting up the pitch again…the forwards both on his left. Eyeing up the option, Warren took in the marked girl and then took in Betsy who was completely free – tactics told him the best option, but pride told him the other was best. So Warren passed and the ball skimmed his teammate's foot, bouncing on the oppositions before it landed in front of Betsy. Taking advantage, she sprinted up but spotted the Goalie running for her.

There was a weak spot: it was completely unmarked and totally available for Warren to run into and to get a clear shot in. Betsy weighed her option: it was either direct goal or possible one. The possible goal meant giving in to her pride, but the direct goal meant giving in to her enemy and letting him take the congratulations from the goal.

But then Betsy remembered earlier on when Warren refused to pass the ball and the Goth smirked: she would never stoop to Warren's level…that would ruin her pride. Passing the ball to him would just mean a goal for her team…not passing would ultimately lead to no future passes from teammates. Betsy sighed and with a regrettable frown kicked the ball…

Into Warren's feet. From there, a nifty little 'chip' and the ball was flung into the back of the net to a rouse of cheers.

Most of the boys flung themselves at Warren in a berth of cheers, whilst some girls stood back to scream joyously for him. Meanwhile, Betsy watched with a jealous frown as he took her celebrations, until she noticed the other half of her team crowding around her, not to mention the compliments from several members of the opposite team.

"Nice one Betsy!"

"That was pretty cool!"

"I can't remember the last time I saw such a great kick from a girl; most of the time the boys don't even let us up as forwards."

"Well, ah know who ah'm voting fohr as a forward next tahme," laughing at Rogue's compliment, Betsy nodded her head with a giggle, turning to face Warren as she caught the blonde watching her. Exchanging thumbs up, the two of them began to realise their potential as a team and before long three goals were in the back of the net.

Not to mention a start of a friendship.

VvV End of Flashback VvV

Frowning in reply at Betsy's dreamy, faraway look, Lorna walked off with a huff, deciding that she wasn't likely to be told. And she walked straight into Wanda who was hurrying into the room.

"Watch it Wanda," receiving no reply was disconcerting, but Lorna shrugged it off until she went outside the homeroom and walked straight into John who did the same thing when she told him to watch it. With a nonchalant shrug, the boy peeked into the homeroom Lorna had just left and – Lorna realised – after spotting Wanda, John turned back round and walked off.

Talking to herself managed to gain Lorna some answers as she watched John walking away in silence, "what's up with them?"

"Quite embarrassing in PE today."

"What?" without hesitation, Lorna spun around after stating this and came face to face with Lance. "Oh, it's you…uh…Larry?"

"Lance. Anyway," he didn't seem to phased by the muck up; in actual fact, Lance was completely impressed Lorna had remembered the first two letters than anything. "They embarrassed themselves a bit in PE today: John managed to trip over in hockey and fell on Wanda…" Lance eyed up John's back as the boy walked aimlessly around the halls, obviously waiting for someone. "It would have been ok if, a) he'd have actually got up afterwards and b) if Wolverine hadn't spotted them."

Suspiciously, Lorna frowned as she questioned; "Wolverine?"

"PE teacher; one to be feared. His reputation earned him a fearful nickname…no one dares to speak out of terms in his class," cautiously looking around, Lance continued seeing the coast was clear. "To give you a hint what he's like: Lexa Howlett?"

"What about her?"

"He's her father. Her real father…" nodding at Lorna's questioning look, Lance smirked, "yup. That's where she gets her attitude. So anyway; after John had fallen onto Wanda he just lay there and stared at her, which made people start to talk but then a little input from Mr Howlett, aka. Wolverine, had them both blushing and now they're too embarrassed to talk."

"What did he say?"

"'If you two love-birds over there want to get physical then you can do some PE. Save the lovin' for later, ya got me'?"

Letting out a whistle, Lorna gave only one word in reply, "nice…and they're already touchy about the subject without his help." She watched John with Lance for a while and Lorna frowned as John immediately sprinted over to Rogue when he spotted the girl.

Before she could even say anything though, Lance had spoken up to Lorna, "Rogue knows how to deal with these things. It happens quite a lot."

Lorna nodded with widened eyes…not because of what she had just been told by Lance, but by the fact that Lance had obviously been staring at her…and the boy still was…

End of Chapter

I don't know the purpose of this chapter…I guess it was more romance relationships and the like. So yeh, something's going on between Lance and Lorna but it seems to be one-sided, although the ANLOCKE isn't! Rogue abusing Remy…perfectly normal then, and a little fight between Pietro and Lexa, but I think both sides enjoyed it, don't you, not to mention the JONDA thing! I hope you enjoyed the purpose-less chapter and leave a review! What relationships do you want more of and what things do you want more of (i.e. fights, arguments and the such, etc.)? (Help me out here!) FIVE REVIEWS OR NO UPDATE! .x.Thrills.x.