black angel's wing - well I'm back! Miss me? Haha, that's ok, I missed you too. I'm very pleased with how well this story is doing, and it's all thanks toy you guys, my wonderful readers! *kisses you on the cheek* thank ya much for reading and reviewing! And for favoriting and alerting! You know who you are! ^.^
And a quick side note : I suck with accents, so I'm not even going to try to get that right. Just use your nifty little imaginations and ya know, imagine it.
Disclaimer : yeah, I forgot it last chapter. What? I get forgetful around midnight.. Anywhoo, I don't own X -Men : Evolution.
Chapter 5. New Beginnings
She woke up to the blaring sound of her alarm clock. Already annoyed, she rolled over in her bed and hit the off button. Laying on her back, she stared at the ceiling and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her mouth opened in a silent yawn, she stood up slowly and stretched her arms. Taking the soft white blanket from her bed, she wrapped it around her shoulders and plodded her way across the plush black carpet over to flick on the light switch.
The room that Calypso had been given was simple, and it suited her perfectly. The carpet was black, as were the desk, vanity, and nightstand. The walls were a pure white color, matching the bedding. Her room was about the size of a two car garage and had a balcony that overlooked the front lawn of the mansion. It was much too large for a single person in her opinion, but she was thankful for the solitude.
According to the professor, Kitty, Jean, and a girl named Amara had done some hardcore shopping before her arrival at the institute, and had stocked both the huge walk-in closet and the dresser with possible wardrobe choices. Calypso had laid her choice in clothes out the night before, and they lay folded neatly on her large vanity counter. Dropping the blanket onto the ground, she removed her light blue tank top and pulled on a crisp white v-neck t-shirt. Also slipping off her black sweatpants, she slid into a brand new pair of black skinny jeans. She also threaded a dark brown leather belt around her waist, laced up a pair of pure black converse sneakers, and sat down to face the mirror.
She stayed there for a while, just studying her reflection. Her thick black hair fell into place around her pale face, and shined in the current lighting. Raking her fingers through it a few times, she decided to leave it down the way it was. Upon opening the top left drawer, she was faced with several different brands of mascaras, eyeliners, eye shadows, and foundations in all different colors, sizes, and styles.
Her eyes closed for a brief moment before she finally selected a simple black mascara and eyeliner. Closing the small drawer, she carefully colored the top lash line of both eyes with the eyiner. Satisfied with how well she had done for her first time wearing makeup, she moved on to the mascara. After swiping on a few layers, she decided to explore the rest of the drawers.
In the top right was a hairbrush, and Calypso took it out and set it on the counter next to her makeup. Moving down, she found that the next one was filled to the brim with headbands. Every color imaginable, every pattern thinkable, and thickness ranging from two inches to two centimeters, the girl was slightly overwhelmed. Shoving the drawer closed, she went to the last drawer; the one on the bottom left. This one's contents was filled only with two spiral notebooks, one dark blue and the other bright red, and a black ballpoint pen.
A knock sounded on her door, and she quickly shut the drawer. Rushing over to open the door, she was met with the smiling face Kitty.
"Oh, you look totally cute!" she squealed as she nodded her approval. "I see you found everything alright. So we leave for school in like, fifteen minutes, so I suggest going downstairs for breakfast soon. And Ororo has your backpack and schedule downstairs too, so like, go see her before anything else." Annoyance creeped back into her body at the other girl's perkiness, and she only nodded.
Kitty gave a quick wave before she bounded down the hall, nearly running into a boy by the name of Sam. Instead of moving to go around him, she walked straight through him as if he wasn't even there. Blue eyes wider than usual, Calypso could only look on in wonder. The thought finally struck her that phasing through things was most likely Kitty's mutation.
She had learned last night that everybody in the mansion had one, along with a code name for their superhero team, the X-Men. Kurt could teleport, Jean was a telepath and telekinetic, Bobby could shoot ice from his hands, and the list went on.
Closing the wooden door behind her, the new girl found her way to the community bathroom to brush her teeth. Once finished, she followed Kitty's advice and trudged down the main staircase for breakfast. Almost immediately after entering the hectic kitchen, she felt a warm hand cover her shoulder. Muscles tensing slightly, she turned to see who was touching her.
"Hello Calypso," said the African American woman with electric blue eyes. "My name is Ororo. Your backpack is packed with everything you need and your schedule is in the outside pouch," she explained, pointing to a black and light blue plaid backpack that was sitting against the wall. "Try to stick close by the others from the institute. The public isn't exactly fond of us mutants, and once they find out that you're one as well, they may be a bit hostile."
Calypso nodded absently and the woman walked off. Making her way through the swarm of bodies that packed the small area, she finally made her way over to the table. Reaching over someone's shoulder, she grabbed a few pieces of warm cinnamon bread and continued on her way.
Once she had reached her backpack, she unzipped the first pouch and found her schedule. She made little sense of the words on the piece of paper, but was helped when a soft voice came from behind her.
"It looks like you've got a few classes with me. I can show you around if you'd like."
Whirling around to face the speaker, Calypso came fave to face with a girl around her own age. She had dark brown hair and calm chocolate eyes, and had a backpack slung over her left shoulder.
"My name is Amara. We met last night at dinner, but you probably forgot."
The name rung bells in Calypso's mind, and she nodded for the girl to continue.
"Like I said," she went on, taking the paper from her hands, "We have first, third, fourth, and fifth periods together. I'll show you to your locker and help you get settled in."
Calypso gave another small nod before allowing Amara to lead her to the mansion's huge garage. Everybody else had already left, so Amara walked up to a sleek red and white striped convertable. Scott was leaning up against it, watching the pair as they stopped in front of him.
"Let me guess," he said before they had stopped moving. "You need a ride to school."
Amara grinned at him and jerked a thumb at Calypso. "It's her first day Scott. She needs to arrive in style."
Scott chuckled softly and opened the driver's side door before he climbed in. Starting the engine, he nodded to the passenger seat and back seat, a gesture that obviously meant that he would take them. Amara took the seat next to Scott, leaving Calypso with the back. The ride was quick and quiet, and ended with Scott promising to pick them up when school was finished.
"Come on," said Amara with excitement as she dragged the smaller girl through the front doors. "It's time for your first day at Bayville High."
Each of her classes so far had had at least one other kid from the institute, so Calypso was never really alone. The only class that she had yet to go to was sixth hour geometry, a class that seemingly no one had with her.
Upon entering the classroom, she handed a slip of paper to the teacher. Standing still by her side as she read the words printed there, she judged the woman's reaction. It was just like all of the other's.
A large smile and a warm welcome to the high school, but none had been able to hide the pitying look that swam in their eyes once they learned of her disability.
Calypso glared at the reaction, but if the teacher saw it she ignored it. She then handed her a thick, worn textbook and pointed to and open desk near the window for her to sit.
Sliding gracefully into the desk, her glare continued, yet this time it was directed out the window to her left.
"Hey," came a boy's voice from te desk beside her. Swinging her cold look to him, she met his eyes.
"I've seen you around with the losers from the Xavier Institute, which means you go there too, don't you?" he stated more than asked. "That means you're a mutant like me."
A single eyebrow raised was all he needed to continue rambling.
"You don't have to live with them you know. They have so many rules and the training sessions are hard as heck. There's somewhere else you can go."
She blinked twice, brow slightly furrowed in confusion.
"Come with me to my place after school and I'll show you how me and the boys live."
"Mr. Alvers," said the stern voice of the teacher. "It's time for class to start. You can talk to Miss Tenny after school."
The boy smiled innocently back at the teacher and as she began her lecture on triangles, he began scribbling furiously in his notebook.
A few moments later, a balled up piece of paper landed on her desk. Giving a sidelong glance at the boy, she slowly unfolded it to read its contents.
'I'm Lance. Walk with me after class and I can take you to my place. Heck, a pretty girl like you can stay with us for as long as you like.'
Looking back at the boy named Lance, she studied him carefully. He had brown shaggy hair, and a bad boy aura about him. He wore a black t-shirt with a brown leather vest over top it, and a pair of old and faded blue jeans that were torn at both knees.
She fully considered ignoring his offer. The people at the Institute had been nothing but generous to her, and had saved her from that God-awful government facility. She shivered involuntarily just thinking about it. Why should she even trust anybody else? It could all be a trap to get her alone. Perhaps the government had paid this boy to lure her away from the people who could protect her so that they could reclaim her for their experiments. Immediately she grew angry, her hands now balled into fists and they shook slightly at the thought.
Then suddenly she was calm. What reason had she to fear this boy? Worst case scenario, she refused to stay with him and her let her go. What was the harm in trying something new? Of course, she didn't trust him one iota, but she didn't exactly trust the people back at the mansion either. She had trusted them to get her out of that place safely, but only because she wanted to be free. No, trust was something that had to be earned, and with Calypso, that was much easier said than done.
Picking up her ballpoint pen from where it sat idly next to her black notebook, she scrawled out her answer on the crumpled piece of paper.
'Calypso. I'll go, but I can't promise that I'll stay for too long.'
She rolled it back into a ball and threw it back onto Lance's desk once the teacher's back was to them. She faced the front of the classroom and feigned attention. The teacher couldn't call on her for an answer, so all she had to do was sit there and pretend to listen. She did hear the boy unfold the note, and soon felt his gaze upon her. She refused to look, but knew that he was grinning widely at her, and that he couldn't wait for the period to end.
All he had to do was get her to his car and off of school property without any of her housemates noticing. How hard could that be?
black angel's wing - hmm... I personally don't like this ending. Originally, I was going to add in the whole 'let's meet the brotherhood' part in here, but I decided that it would thing the pacing for my next few chapters. Yes, I've actually planned this story out. Unlike my others..
Anywho, yeah. Lance is back in school. Woohoo. You'll find out how next chapter. Nothing else really exciting happens here, just more of what she looks like and how she's getting along at the institute. Oh, and you see her train of thought with the whole trust issue.
And I think that that's about it. I'll see you sometime later in the week. I made the varsity volleyball team at my high school *fireworks* and we have two-a-days for the next two weeks. Yippee. So I'll take a bit longer to update. Au revoir!