Very short, I know, but I have a family dinner tonight with a family that I hate so I'm trying to get siked up from that. I'll make it up to you guys with more tomorrow because I won't be back until veryyy late tonight!
Rachel :)
Chapter 12
Word got around campus pretty fast that scrawny 17-year-old managed to beat Spock at chess, and as Jim returned to his room that night, he got smiles and pats on the back when he passed.
The first part, he didn't mind, as the majority of smiles were harmless and he merely shot them a winning Kirk grin in response.
The second part, however?
That, he could without.
Thankfully, however, the 'Russian whiz kid' as Uhura had dubbed him had decided Jim was his hero, and Chekov babbled to him the entire way back to the dorms, quickly dragging him past those who wanted to shake hands and talk.
Tactical Genius, he called himself.
And since that wasn't a mutant power that could be used physically on Jim, he had no problem with the boy taking his hand and pulling him away from the mutants whose powers he did not know.
Chekov talked animatedly to him, asking about how he won the chess game, what his power was, and if that was the reason he won, and Jim skilfully evaded all questions with a charming smile and a careful change of topic.
Thankfully the boy left him once they reached his room, and he could retire in peace.
Stepping into his new room, he turned, and let out a startled yell, immediately throwing his hands forward, fire leaping from his fingertips.
It dissipated before it hit its mark, and the smoke faded to reveal the intruder.
Christopher Pike.
Jim glared, "What the fuck man?!"
The professor raised an eyebrow at him, "Excuse me?"
"You- You can't just- just walk in here and expect me not to freak!"
The man frowned, "I was under the impression that this was my school".
"And I was under the impression that we were done talking!"
He stared at him for a moment, before giving a small smile, "I came to give you your class timetable and books".
"We have books?"
"This is a school, James-"
"Jim".
Pike frowned, "Jim, then. This is an Academy, and while a lot of the more usual subjects are optional, you still have to take the few mandatory classes that you will be tested on end of year just like you would be in any other school".
The blonde scowled, "End of year tests? I might not even be here at the end of the year".
"I hope you will be".
"And I hope I become a millionaire tomorrow but that probably won't happen either".
Pike sighed, and walked towards the door, pausing once he was directly next to the blonde.
"Also, you have a meeting with the student councillor tomorrow morning at 9".
"What?!" Jim snapped, spinning around.
"For anger management".
"Anger ma- Anger management?!" He yelled, but the man only shut the door behind him.
He flung a fireball at the metal, annoyed when it didn't even scorch the doors.
Living in a mutant-proof building really had its downsides sometimes...