AN: I'm back from camp and here's the new chapter, but first I would like to thank TristeAlma, My Beautiful Ending, and rosebudlilac for their reviews. I love getting reviews they make me write faster.

Robin's POV

I was really jumpy from the second I got into the school, and Chatty did help as usual. She probably didn't even notice this time. Chatty has never been the empathetic type. Also she might be angry because I forced her to come here. She doesn't trust authority, but we had to stop living of the road. We were starving and penniless.

It wasn't always that way. We me and Chatty had first met, she wasn't alone. She older brother had been looking after her. I never knew his really name but he liked to be called Shady. It was because of him I had changed my name and left the faux comfort of my suburban home. Not long after I turned eighteen, he started getting more and more tired and angry. He vanished a few months later. Chatty was quick to accept that he had abandoned them, but I still never quite believed that.

Angel snapped his fingers in front of my face, "Wake up, why are you constantly spacing out?"

I jumped coming back to earth. "Sorry, I do that a lot. It's a habit. It keeps my mouth shut, which is usually a good thing, but sometimes it just makes me look like an idiot, even though I sound like an idiot when I talk so either way. I'm not an idiot though I'm really smart. Well, not that smart, but I test really high in stuff and…"

Angel shushed me again with his finger. He barely brushed my lips but I still blushed feverishly. The words died in my throat. He stared into my eyes with those beautiful blue orbs. It felt like we were sitting there for hours, but I reality it was only a few seconds. He turned away and gestured toward a door on the other side, "You want to get something to eat, we missed lunch?"

I nodded silently. I was completely stunned, partially because I turned into a complete idiot around him and partly because he didn't seem to notice. I would say that this was the first time that a guy turned me into a rambling mess but I am always that. Also, I fall for guys easily. You can't be too picky when you're mental like me.

He took my hand leading me toward the cafeteria. I followed him wordlessly. As we crossed the courtyard I spotted the back of Chatty's head on the other side of the glass. She was walking next to a large boy. I didn't have time look any farther because Angel seemed to be in a rush.

He entered the building and almost dashed to the cafeteria. I was confused until I heard his stomach growling. We dashed into the empty cafeteria. Storm was already in there. She smiled at the boy, "Miss breakfast again Warren?".

He shook his head sheepishly, "Actually, I had breakfast and a second breakfast and a few snacks. I'm still hungry though."

Storm laughed warmly, "You need to eat bigger meals. Then you won't have to eat ten meals a day."

Angel nodded, "I'll keep that in mind".

After the teacher left, he went to the line and grabbed two slices of pizza, a hamburger, hotdog, salad, and a slice cake for desert. I was really hungry, but I only got half of what he did.

When we sat down he immediately dug in eating like a vacuum. I couldn't help, but ask, "You trying out Storm's suggestion?", I stopped the rest of the thought by taking a large bite of pizza.

He looked up confused, "What do you mean? I always eat this much."

I choked on my pizza laughing, "Do you have to eat your weight in food everyday or something?"

He shook his head, "Not really, but flying burns of energy faster than you'd believe. Wings are bigger muscles than anything in the human body so I have a really high cal diet."

I nodded again. I'd felt that feeling before. My power has the same side effects, which is why I never use it.

We ate in silence after that. He finished before me somehow. I wolf down my food but he is just ridiculous. Between bites I asked, "Have you always eaten this fast or is that a new development?"

He shrugged, "I always ate a lot, but I only started eating like this since I came to the mansion. At home, I wasn't supposed to use my abilities so I didn't fly ever".

I nodded finishing up the meal. I stood up and stretched feeling and hearing the bone in my neck and arms crack. Angel looked up at me questioningly but I ignored him. I decided looking him directly in the eyes did help my cool. He stood up next to me stretching as well. He leaned casually against the table. I was having a hard time ignoring him when he was standing right next to me so I looked up at his face. He was staring off into space as if pondering the meaning of life, even though he was probably only thinking about the food he had just finished.

He was the first the break the silence. "So… Now we need to find you a job here. You want to teach?"

I raised my eyebrow and scoffed at the idea, "Me, a teacher, are you kidding? I could never be a teacher. The students would never take me seriously and I would go off topic in mid sentence. I already do that all the time. I can't keep a subject for more than half a minute if you're lucky. Even though, I guess that's a long time considering that I talk at a mile a minute. Heck the student would barely be able to understand me even if I could stay on subject. Make me a janitor or librarian but not a teacher. I fry like an egg under pressure. Sometimes literally, I really couldn't be a teacher under any circumstances."

Angel shushed me again causing all brain function to cease. At this rate I'm going to become a walking vegetable before the end of the month. He seemed to understand what I had said, "I can see that job wouldn't quite work, but there are plenty of jobs for you. What are you good at?"

I actually had to think about that before starting my newest ramble, "Well, I'm good at a lot of stuff, but I'm not particularly sure what my greatest strength is. I was always good with computers when I was a kid, but I haven't done much with technology since then. I really don't have a preference for work. I'm a hard worker, most of the time. What could I do at this school? You guys seem so self-sufficient. Nott that I don't want to…

I was shushed again, which I prefer to begin shushed by Chatty. Seriously, sometimes she practically slaps me to shut me up.

Angel started to list jobs I could at the school. I was focusing, I swear, but I was really distracted. He was so hot and didn't even know it. His bright blue eyes were sparkling in the bright light of the cafeteria. They were the perfect color you could imagine. He talked to me directly so I held his gaze as long as I could before breaking contact. His hair was beautiful blonde and his altogether sweet face made him look the prefect picture of an Angel. He was fit to. He had mentioned flying being a workout for his wings, but the rest of his body was pretty muscular.

When he mentioned being in charge of keeping the files straight, I nodded. He looked at me confused, "Really, no offense you just don't look like the organized type, but if that's what you want to do"

I nodded, "I am really organized, despite appearances. I always had to deal with being a scatterbrain, so I developed an advanced system of organization that even my flyaway brain could follow."

We were interrupted by a young student running into the room, "Excuse me, Miss Smith, you're need in the infirmary."

The young boy ran out before either of us could ask why. Angel offered to take me to the infirmary. We walked quickly to the room, Angel explaining about where all of the different rooms were.

When we arrived, I immediately noticed Chatty sitting on the metal block that appeared was supposed to be a bed. There were some wires attached to her arms monitoring her heart rate and blood pressure. Storm was standing next to her looking rather cross. The first thought that crossed my mind was, Where does that woman come from? She's everywhere at this school. Then came the anger that Chatty had been here a few hours and was already in trouble. And then the confusion at why we were in the infirmary and why Chatty was hooked up to the monitor when nothing appeared to be wrong with her.

Chatty interrupted my thoughts quickly, "I swear it wasn't my fault. I'm not even sure why I'm in trouble".

Strom rolled her eyes, "You're not in trouble. I just need to know the truth about your abilities, for the safety of you and the other students".

Chatty rolled her eyes impudently, "Why don't you believe me?"

Storm was clearly trying to stay calm, but her patience was wearing thin, "I do trust you. It's just that often that mutants don't see the extent of their abilities."

Chatty was about to reply but then she hesitated and nodded, "I guess that's true. Fair point, carry on"

I was, for one, was surprised at that reaction. Chatty never backed down from a fight. Storm looked toward me, "I don't mean to pry, but has Chatty ever shown abilities other than simply creating music or sound?"

I shook my head too confused by the situation to answer properly.

Chatty stood up trying to explain carefully, "Look, I know you're trying to help, but all I did out there was manipulate an illusion with sound. After that, I collapsed. Do you really think that I would be able to do anything like that in the real world? I'd probably kill myself if I tried"

Storm nodded, "That's why I'm concerned. You would be the first mutant to kill themselves because they couldn't control they're abilities. I think you're fine for know, but when the professor comes back I would him the check you out anyway.

The reluctant girl nodded and proceeded to pull the wires out of her arms. Storm looked like she was about to complain, but stopped. She walked over to us. Angel asked quietly, "What happened?"

Storm sighed and explained briefly, "She was in a simulation in the danger room and she used sound to manipulate all of the illusions around her. Her power levels were pretty high to, but she collapsed and whatever she did it took a lot out of her. It took us fifteen minutes to revive her"

The other two began talking quietly, but I was focusing on Chatty. I was only realizing now, how much she had kept from me. It really scared me to think that she knew more about me then I did about her. Maybe she even knew more about me than I did myself.

AN: I'm sorry but I can't write Robin's voice as well as Chatty's. That's probably because I have more I common with Chatty, but I hope you enjoyed.