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Detention
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Charles Xavier
Prepatory School
Center
“World War II,” Mr. Chasen’s pointer smacked the blackboard,
making some of his students jump. “What
can you bunch of hyperactive miscreants tell me about World War II?”
up. “Mr. Worthington!”
“Uh…we won?” Chasen
pasted a bright fake smile on his face.
“Well gosh darn it, Warren my boy, your intimate knowledge
of the history of our country has astounded me once again!”
to check in?” The rest of the class was
silent. Chasen turned back to the map
drawn on the board, smacking it with his pointer.
students in the back of the classroom.
Amid Mr. Chasen’s lecture on the rise of the Third Reich, a girl
was attempting to sneak into her seat without being noticed.
heel and drawled “Ms. Logan! So nice of
you to make a cameo in my class before the period ends!”
“Always happy to oblige, Mr. Chasen.”
thick pad on his desk.
“Detention. You know
where it is.”
took the slip and winked at him.
“When are we going to stop this charade and admit our
feelings for each other, Harold?” Chasen
turned a color similar to a tomato, and turned back to the board.
“That was smooth,” commented the blond girl next to
I think he’s warming up to you.”
rolled her eyes.
“Fuck you, Em.” Emma
laughed.
“You’re not my type, darling.”
detention slip and looked at it. “Three
hours, hmm? Must have been because you
called him Harold.” She handed it back.
boathouse and corrupt some underclassmen.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
She looked at Remy, who was passed ou his his chair, snoring
lightly. “Are you sure he’s going to be
recovered from last night’s bender to go on one tonight?”
“I’ll give him a nudge if the bell doesn’t wake him.”
nodded, and got back to the serious business of avoiding learning anything in
history.
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Xavier High
Detention
Kenuichio Harada—or Harada-sensei as he was known to the
students at Xavier High, was sitting in his empty classroom reading when
walked in. He raised his eyes and
inclined his head towards her. “So good
to have you with us again,
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grumbled and handed him her slip.
“Take your seat,” said Harada.
she’d have to be schizophrenic to do that, since the room was empty.
slumped down in her plastic chair. She
stared at the ceiling and tried to forget where she was.
Presently the door opened and a boy attired in baggy shorts
and a Green Day t-shirt stumbled in, closely followed by another boy with blue
fuzzy skin, a tail and pointed ears.
Harada looked up and heaved a sigh.
“Mr. Drake, Mr. Wagner. Why am I
not surprised?”
“Yo, Harada-dude!” said Bobby cheerily, handing over a
slip. “Where should we park?”
“I’m sorry, but unless you have reservations I cannot seat
you.” Bobby’s blue eyes grew wide.
“For real? We can
go?”
“No,” said Harada.
“Sit down and be quiet.”
“Aw, man,” muttered Bobby.
He quickly perked up again when he saw
her.
growled low in her throat.
“I’ve told you a million times, Drake—my name’s not
Logie.”
“Aw, but it’s so cute!” said Bobby.
a boy’s name, anyway.”
“Yeah, well, it’s the only one I’ve got,” said
“It’s Iceman.”
looked him up and down and snorted.
“Not for at least another four or five years, kiddo.”
“She’s right, you know,” Kurt said from where he sat at the
front.
“Shut up, Kurt!” Bobby yelled.
“No talking!” Harada-sensei snapped from his desk.
“Sorry, sir.”
deliberately turned away from Bobby. The
last thing she needed was some annoying skater boy who thought he was being
slick by giving her cute nicknames. “I’m
only a year younger than you, you know,” Bobby whispered to her.
turned slowly, her blue eyes dark.
“I don’t care, Robert.
Now leave me alone…” She flexed
her hand and let her three steel claws slide out from her knuckles, “or you’ll
“Yeah…later…” he said, scooting up to sit by Kurt.
grumbled and went back to staring at the ceiling, wondering how she was going
to survive three hours of this. At least
she was until the door opened again and someone she’d never seen before
strolled through.spanspan>
used the word ‘strolled’ because that’s exactly what he did—strutted in like he
owned the place.
“Well well,” said
Harada-sensei. “You must be new.”
canines.
“Wow, that’s some great detective work there.
conclusion?” Harada stood.
“I have never seen you before.
than to talk to me in that manner.”
watched to see what the blond would do. He
was at least a head taller than her teacher, but Harada was tough, in more ways
than one. After a tense moment, the
blond handed over his slip and ambled to a seat.
It was the one next to
her hair and sit up straighter, but she stayed in the same slouched pose.
“What are ya in fer?”
“Tardy. You?”
“Fightin’.”
raised an eyebrow.
“On your first day?
Who’d you manage to piss off so quickly?”
“Some big fucker.
Russian. Kinda looks like the
Terminator.”
snorted.
“Piotr Rasputin. He’s
the quarterback.”
“Whoop-de-fuckin’ do.”
“So who won?” The
blond sat up a little straighter, almost as if he was preening.
“Kicked his ass up an’ down the hall,” he said with a smirk.
“Please,” said
rolling her eyes. “No one can put a mark
on Rasputin.” The blond frowned.
“Are you sayin’ I couldn’t take him?”
looked him over, letting her eyes linger on his well-muscled chest and bare
arms, which were covered in flowing gothic tattoos.
“No offense to your manliness or anything…”
“Victor Creed. But ya
can call me Vic, darlin’.”
“Yeah, whatever…no offense, Victor, but I doubt you did the
Metal One much damage.” Victor grimaced.
“So you know about that trick, huh?”
smiled a little.
“Made the mistake myself, once.”
“Feisty, are ya?”
“No, I just object to drunk football players trying to shove
their hands down my dress at the homecoming dance.”
“Fair enough,” said Victor, rubbing his neck.
heard the joints pop.
“I’m just impressed you didn’t end up in the hospital,” she
said. Victor snorted.
“Take a little more’n that, darlin’.”
“Please stop calling me that.”
“Why? D’you like
it?”
looked at him scornfully.
“Listen, I don’t know what you may have heard about me, but
I’m not that easy.” Victor gave her
another grin.
“Oh really? What are
they sayin’ about ya, darlin’?”
rolled her eyes.
“I said…”
“Look, babe, if ya don’t tell me nam name I’m gonna have to
keep callin’ ya darlin’.” Logic dictated
but for some reason she didn’t really want to.
Maybe it was his eyes—they were green and lent his hard face an edge of
humanity that made
be a complete bitch to him.
“It’s
“Okay,
“Aren’t you going to tell me that’s a boy’s name?”
“Naw. It fits
ya.”
realized he was still touching her and moved her leg away.
was a cross between cute and psychotic.
“So, some of my friends are having a party tonight,”
told him, again not exactly sure why she was still making conversation.
“Yeah. Got the whole
boardin’-school deal.”
“No family?” Victor’s
expression grew cloudy.
“No.”
shrugged.
“It’s easy to find…just follow the stone path from the rose
garden.” Victor looked her over again,
much more slowly this time.
squirmed a little under his gaze.
“You gonna be there?” he asked.
nodded. “Then so will I.”
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A/N: The plot thickens, eh?
Should I keep going? Please do
tell me your opinion…also, Victor/Logan: hot couple or icky mental image?