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Chapter 4
"Okay...dinner time?" Bobby asked hopefully. Scott smacked his head but Bobby looked at him with a pleading look in his eyes.
"Any ways…you can have a meal if you want, Bobby," Logan said crisply, "but I'm going to sleep. I'm just not hungry tonight."
"Not at all?" Scott asked in disbelief. Logan shook his head.
"I'm just not hungry tonight," he repeated, going to his room and shutting the door behind him.
"Hey! Logan!"John exclaimed, tugging the door open and slamming it closed as soon as he could, but leaving it unlocked.
"Looks like it's just you and me, buddy," Bobby said to himself.
"What?" Scott protested. "I want to eat too!"
"Oh, okay, great," Bobby said over his shoulder, racing over to the refrigerator that contained their food that Scott had carefully put in.
"What do you want to eat?" Scott asked, eyeing the store of food. "I think I'd like a sandwich."
"I'd like a hamburger," Bobby decided. "No; wait, a corn dog! No…I want nachos! Actually…I want pasta! Oh…wait, I want–" Scott sighed.
"Bob, do we even have pasta?" he questioned, running his fingers through his hair.
"We don't?" Bobby groaned. "Oh well…I've made up my mind. I want a cheeseburger." Scott laughed to himself.
"Bobby, you're still the same as ever," he chuckled, pushing his friend out of the way and grabbing a grilled cheese sandwich for himself while tossing a frozen cheeseburger for the blonde-haired boy.
"But I want the fresh ones," Bobby grumbled, catching it and heading over to the microwave.
"If you want you can make it yourself but don't say I didn't warn you when you make a mess of the kitchen and Logan calls you a loser again," Scott said indifferently, taking a bite out of the sandwich.
"Oh yeah…" Bobby sighed, pushing the buttons, "How many minutes?"
"Considering it's rock-hard and frozen solid, however you want to put it," Bobby said in a know-it-all voice, "then I'd consider about five minutes."
"But I'm hungry!" Bobby whined. Scott rolled his eyes.
"Live up, Bobby," he said, going to his bed. Bobby grabbed his now-warm cheeseburger and ate it quickly.
"It's time to go to sleep," he suggested. Scott yawned.
"Sure," he called over his shoulder. Bobby pulled the cover of his blankets over his head and promptly fell asleep breathing peacefully.
Little did he know Scott had got out of his bed.
Logan looked over at John.
"How's your arm?" he asked after a while.
"Eh, it's okay," John replied, flexing the wounded muscle. "I'll be fine in a few days."
"You were idiotic," Logan grunted, turning over and heading towards his bed.
"I'm quite aware of that," John growled at his friend.
To their surprise, they heard a muffled shout before a breaking of glass in the room next door.
"That sounds like Scott," John said in shock. He and Logan exchanged a look of confusion before yanking open the door. "Scott? Bobby? Guys!"
Rogue gasped as she awoke from an nightmare. The same nightmare she had since she was four it had been a month before her birthday that the dreams really began.
She looked around the room and noticed that her and Jean's balcony door was opened. Curiously Rogue got out of bed and walked out the doors. Looking up at the moon always calmed her but, who left the balcony doors opened.
Because neither Rogue or Jean did.
Bobby buried his head into his pillow and his arm reached forward in his sleep.
"Ow!" Bobby yelled, sitting up with a jolt in the darkness."Whoa…didn't expect the academy to be so dark at night," he yawned, stretching.
"Me neither," Scott mumbled, lifting his head from the pillow. "It's about 2 o'clock in the morning. Go back to sleep."
"Hey…from how grumpy you are I'd say you weren't in bed until midnight," Ash said suspiciously. "Where were you?"
"Not tired," Scott shrugged, sitting up as well in the darkness and facing Bobby.
Bobby didn't say anything but he knew Scott wasn't telling the truth.
"Um…I broke a dish and it made a loud shattering noise," Scott muttered. "Logan and John came over so I promised to go pay for it…"
"Oh. That doesn't sound like you, Scott," Bobby mused. "It's usually me that drops stuff…"
"There's a first time for everything, Bob," Scott replied matter-of-factly, as if those incidents happened every night. But Bobby could tell there was something that his friend wasn't telling him…
"Anyways…it'll be a more action-packed day tomorrow – today, in fact – so we might as well get some more shut-eye. Oh, and you also might want to sheath and put away your knife," he added, glancing over to the sharp, jagged end of the glinting knife that Bobby had jagged his hand with.
Bobby sheathed the knife. "Good night, Scott."
"'Night, Bobster," Scott smirked in the darkness, waiting for Bobby's response, which came almost at once.
"Shut up, Scott."
"My pleasure."
John awoke when the faintest light appeared and the moon faded in the sunlight. The simple white curtains were pulled aside, revealing the dawn appearing over the tree tops and mountains.
"Now you're up. Wear those; they're the uniforms for Xavier high," John heard Logan say. John looked at the clothes lying at the foot of his bed. He looked at it in disgust. It was dark grey dress pants, a dark grey tuxedo jacket, a shining black tie and a white shirt. For their feet were tuxedo-like shining black shoes.
"They're not something I'd like to wear. My own clothes are way better," he said at once, jumping out of his bed and walking over to his own, better-looking clothes. John looked up to see Logan leaning against the wall, wearing his usual clothes. "Hey, you're not wearing it, so I'm not going to."
Logan shrugged indifferently. "Do what you want."
"We'll stand out more if we don't wear those dour clothes," Scott called, coming in. Bobby followed. They were wearing their standard clothes.
"Come to think of it, the girls weren't wearing those clothes yesterday, were they?" Bobby asked.
"No, they weren't. From what I've read in the Xavier High daily schedule," Logan said in a monotone as if he was reciting something, "since we arrived at about nine o'clock at night, it was after the last meal of the night so they were wearing their own clothes and weren't needed to wear their uniforms."
"So are we going to stand out for a reason then?" Scott smirked.
"Oh yeah, we are," John smirked as well, flicking his hair to the side. Logan rolled his eyes.
"You guys are a bunch of idiots," he stated, grabbing his bag, slinging it over his head to rest on his back as usual. Logan strode over to the door and leaned against the wall beside it, on the side away from the door, and the boys stared at him. John's sharp ears caught the sound of foot falls outside the door so he nodded.
The door opened immediately.
"Good morning, boys!" a tall and incredibly muscular man boomed, striding in. He had a black suit on.
"Good morning," Scott said in response. Bobby, John, and Logan echoed his greeting.
"I'm Hank McCoy."
Then he looked at the boys. His eyes narrowed. Why aren't they wearing their uniforms? He shrugged that thought off and asked, "Ready for breakfast?"
"You bet!" Bobby exclaimed at once while Scott nodded.
John walked out the door while Bobby grabbed his backpack and Scott grabbed his.
"Allerdyce, hang on!" Scott shouted. John waited.
"Why don't you have a bag?" Bobby asked.
"Because I don't need everything," John said snidely.
"You're such a jerk," a girl called. The boys turned around as did Mr McCoy, since it seemed that girls weren't allowed in that specific building because it was the boys' dorm, after all.
It was Rogue D'Ancanto who had spoken, the girl who had exploded at John the night before for calling her a desperate fan-girl. Beside Rogue were Ororo, Kitty, and Jean.
They were each wearing a dark grey plaited skirt, a white, long-sleeved blouse and a lighter grey vest with the Xavier High symbol, a dark purple and dark green complicated knot, resembling a lunar eclipse, on the left side. Rogue and Kitty wore a silver bandanna. Jean had a white bandanna and Ororo had a bandanna as well, a light grey one.
"Thanks for the compliment," John smirked. Ororo laughed.
"You're welcome," Rogue snapped. Kitty used a different approach.
"Good morning, Mr McCoy," she greeted Ororo, Jean, Scott and Logan's home room teacher. He nodded at her.
"Good morning, girls," he replied. "What are you girls doing here in the boys' dorm?"
"Oh, we met these boys last night." Jean spoke matter-of-factly. "You know, during 'rush hour'." Mr McCoy nodded.
"I understand. You'll be showing them around?" he asked them.
"You bet!" Ororo chirped. "First destination – the cafeteria."
"Oh boy!" Bobby cried. "Lead on!" The boys and the girls rolled their eyes.
"I'm getting hungry myself," Jean grinned, twisting a lock of her brown hair around her fingers. "Let's go."
"Fine with me," Scott grinned back, flashing a winning smile at her that usually would make the girls swoon. But Jean ignored the look and continued stonily down the hallway.
Rogue, Ororo, Kitty, Bobby, Logan and John, exchanged an annoyed yet amused look as Scott ran after Jean, shouting, "What's wrong with you?"
When they reached the cafeteria, which was part of the main school building, separate from the girls' and boys' dorms.
The cafeteria was a high-ceiling room with white walls and ceiling. The flooring was white and pale blue-speckled tiles and the tables were a typical school cafeteria style. The food was on long, rectangular tables similar to an open buffet, the large, metal platters containing food on light blue tablecloths. A few drink dispensers were at the side on a separate table, offering fruit juice of all kinds, water, milk, and some sodas.
Each table had: many types of omelets; crispy bacon; scrambled eggs; sunny side-up eggs; toast with butter, margarine, marmalade, grape, strawberry, orange, and blueberry jams; bagels; doughnuts; waffles; pancakes; oatmeal; and many other breakfast foods. Syrup and butter lay beside the toast and there was fresh bread not toasted as well. Beside the drink dispenser were clear plastic containers filled to the brim with all types of cereal and gallons of milk in a drinking machine right next to it. Bobby was in line, eagerly awaiting his turn for a chance at the food.
"Why didn't he just go to the other line," Kitty sighed, grabbing a plate and going to the line where there were the least people getting breakfast. Jean and Rogue were already there and Ororo headed for the cereal, where not many people were. Logan, John, and Scott followed Kitty to the line she was waiting patiently for her turn.
Logan took the food he wanted for his breakfast and looked over the cafeteria. He saw Ororo sitting by herself in a table at the corner of the cafeteria and Kitty, Bobby, and Rogue were on their way to join her. Shrugging, he made his way to that table as well.
John and Scott were still in line while Jean was grabbing a drink. Soon they walked over to the table where Ororo had originally been sitting at alone earlier.
Bobby gulped down his orange juice and tackled his scrambled eggs and oatmeal with zeal.
Kitty looked over at Bobby with surprise. "Is he always like this?" she asked in bewilderment.
"You bet." Scott rolled his eyes.
"You're not wearing the uniforms?" Ororo said looking surprised.
"You just noticed now?" Logan scoffed, irritated at the girl's obliviousness.
"I spoke about it now," she snapped back. Logan rolled his eyes and Ororo huffed.
"Kill me now." Bobby was looking down at his plate.
"What's wrong?" Rogue asked instantly. John chuckled.
"'Kill me now'?" Kitty echoed. "What's that about?"
"It's just our…um…favorite expression," Bobby interrupted sheepishly. Even he wasn't stupid enough to let their Assassin identity through.
"Oh, do I want to kill that…" Scott grumbled, glaring daggers at Ash for almost spilling their identity.
"Again with the killing," Jean said suspiciously. "Are you guys, like, obsessed with death?"
"You could say that," John smirked. Rogue looked with horror at John.
"How could you say that?" she demanded. "Death is a horrible thing!"
"Horrible thing?" John mocked. "I'm so terrified."
"Shut up, Allerdyce," Rogue snapped. "Death is a terrible thing."
"Like I said, I'm so terrified," John said calmly in response. Rogue growled under her breath.
"What, do you always like to tick off girls like that?" Jean said in confusion.
"Not ever," Bobby said, looking with puzzlement at John's calm and smug face to Rogue's furious and red face. "He seems to be enjoying himself."
"Right," Kitty said. "Well, time for class tours. Let me see your separate schedules."
Ash handed her his schedule.
"So, Drake," Kitty interrupted after a couple minutes of silence, "You have six of my classes."
"Out of?" Bobby inquired.
"The seven periods," she replied.
"Sweet!" Bobby said excitedly. "I can't wait!"
"What's your favourite subject?" Kitty asked Bobby curiously.
"Science," he replied at once. Kitty's eyes widened.
"Honestly? I hate that stupid class…" she grumbled. "I always get C's and B-'s in there…"
"It's easy," he said, surprised. "I can do it easily."
"You've repeated yourself," Kitty laughed. "Oh well – that's our first class."
"Great!" Ash grinned. "Does any of you guys have science as your first class to?"
"I do." Rogue cut in.
"What's all our classes?" Bobby asked, looking over John's shoulder. John had gotten back Bobby's
"Here," John said, handing the schedules to all the boys and keeping his own. "They aren't just schedules – they're also information."
These are what the boys' schedules looked like:
Bobby Drake
Home room teacher/ guidance: Moira MacTaggert
Room Number: 205
Classes:
1st Period: Science – Room 10 – Hank McCoy – 2nd Floor
2nd Period: Maths – Room 12 – Emma Frost – 2nd Floor
3rd Period: Language Arts – Room 68 – Moira MacTaggert– 7th Floor
4th Period: Social Studies – Room 37 – Chloe Rain – 4th Floor
5th Period: Health – Room 03 – Sam Bright – 1st Floor
6th Period:Free period
7th Period: Gym– Amanda Grey – The Gardens
Breakfast: 6 o'clock a.m. – 7 o'clock a.m.
Lunch: 11:45 a.m. – 12:50 p.m.
Mid-Day Snack: 2:30 p.m. – 3:15 p.m.
Dinner: 5:50 p.m. – 7:30 p.m.
Evening Snack: 8 o'clock p.m. – 9:45 p.m.
Curfew: 10:30 p.m.
You must be in your rooms at 10:00, and at 10:30 it's lights-out and time for bed.
Logan's:
Logan Howlett
Home room/ guidance teacher: Hank McCoy
Room Number: 206
Classes:
1st Period: Maths – Room 16 – Kerry Leithead – 2nd Floor
2nd Period: Science – Room 38 – Leo Grant – 4th Floor
3rd Period: Health – Room 03 – Sam Bright – 1st Floor
4th Period: Drama Class – Room 85 –Melissa Harvey – 9th Floor
5th Period: Language Arts – Room 63 – Roxanne Small– 7th Floor
6th Period: Free period
7th Period: gym- Amanda Grey – The Gardens
Breakfast: 6 o'clock a.m. – 7 o'clock a.m.
Lunch: 11:45 a.m. – 12:50 p.m.
Mid-Day Snack: 2:30 p.m. – 3:15 p.m.
Dinner: 5:50 p.m. – 7:30 p.m.
Evening Snack: 8 o'clock p.m. – 9:45 p.m.
Curfew: 10:30 p.m.
You must be in your rooms at 10:00, and at 10:30 it's lights-out and time for bed.
John's:
John Allerdyce
Home room teacher/ guidance: Moira MacTaggert
Room Number: 206
Classes:
1st Period: Science – Room 10 – Hank McCoy – 2nd Floor
2nd Period: Maths – Room 12 – Emma Frost – 2nd Floor
3rd Period: Language Arts – Room 68 – Moira MacTaggert– 7th Floor
4th Period: Social Studies – Room 37 – Chloe Rain – 4th Floor
5th Period: Health – Room 03 – Sam Bright – 1st Floor
6th Period:Free period
7th Period: Gym – Amanda Grey – The Gardens
Breakfast: 6 o'clock a.m. – 7 o'clock a.m.
Lunch: 11:45 a.m. – 12:50 p.m.
Mid-Day Snack: 2:30 p.m. – 3:15 p.m.
Dinner: 5:50 p.m. – 7:30 p.m.
Evening Snack: 8 o'clock p.m. – 9:45 p.m.
Curfew: 10:30 p.m.
You must be in your rooms at 10:00, and at 10:30 it's lights-out and time for bed.
Scott's:
Scott Summers
Home room/ guidance teacher: Hank McCoy
Room Number: 205
Classes:
1st Period: Maths – Room 16 – Kerry Leithead – 2nd Floor
2nd Period: Science – Room 38 – Leo Grant – 4th Floor
3rd Period: Health – Room 03 – Sam Bright – 1st Floor
4th Period: Drama Class – Room 85 –Melissa Harvey – 9th Floor
5th Period: Language Arts – Room 63 – Roxanne Small– 7th Floor
6th Period: Free period
7th Period: gym- Amanda Grey – The Gardens
Breakfast: 6 o'clock a.m. – 7 o'clock a.m.
Lunch: 11:45 a.m. – 12:50 p.m.
Mid-Day Snack: 2:30 p.m. – 3:15 p.m.
Dinner: 5:50 p.m. – 7:30 p.m.
Evening Snack: 8 o'clock p.m. – 9:45 p.m.
Curfew: 10:30 p.m.
You must be in your rooms at 10:00, and at 10:30 it's lights-out and time for bed.
The girls' schedules were identical to the boys'. Ororo's and Jean's were like Logan's and Scott's while Kitty's and Rogue's were like Bobby's and John's.
"I can't wait," John muttered.
"You bet," Scott agreed, his tone completely fake enthusiasm.
"Are you finished with your breakfast yet?" Kitty asked, her tone dry. "Hurry up."
"Al right, Kit. Let's go!" Bobby exclaimed, running towards the doors. The rest sighed.
"Seriously?" Rogue said. "Is he always like this? I don't believe it."
"Believe it," John replied, "Because it's happening."
Under his breath, he added, "Believe that Bobby can kill you, because he – and us – will."
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