"Hey are you- UGH, GROSS!" Wanda said shielding her eyes.
"Maybe it's because of the skin tight suit but I always took you for more of a briefs kinda guy." Pietro said.
"What the fuck do you two want, why are you at my apartment, and how did you find out where I live?" I asked half asleep.
"Why aren't you dressed!?" Wanda asked.
"I was planning on skipping school today. Not really feeling it, Y'know?"
"In case you've forgotten asshole you're apart of The Brotherhood now and you have a job to do! Unless you're dying of level 16 dick cancer get dressed and get to school! Frost is already there and waiting and if you don't show up she's going to kick your ass before Mystique gets a chance to!" Wanda shouted. "Now hurry up!" She said closing the door.
. . .
"So how much longer are you gonna be mad at me?" I asked Wanda as we walked to school.
"Until you're in a hole in the ground."
"Mean." Pietro said.
"Why are you on his side!? He almost killed you too!"
"Because he's on our side now. Aren't you always telling me to make compromises for the greater good?" Pietro asked.
"Now is when you remember that?"
"Besides, you gotta admit that night at the arcade was a lot of fun."
"I didn't like him back then, either." Wanda said as we got to the school.
"Alright, this is where we split." Pietro told me.
"You what?"
"The X-Men can't see us hanging out or they'll know something's up. We're going to keep an eye on you from across the class or the hallway or whatever, so you can build trust with the X-Pests." Wanda said before handing me a piece of paper.
"Your phone number?"
"Don't get the wrong idea. I still hate you but this is in case your cover is blown or you need us to get rid of extra third parties." Wanda said.
"Why not give me Pietro's?"
"Because I never pick up."
"And he has the most irritating voice mails on planet Earth. Now just go about your day and eventually you'll run into Frost."
"Frost? What do they have ice powers or something?"
"Don't be stupid. Having two mutants that freeze people would be absurd." Pietro said.
"He said as the brother to one of four known telepaths." Wanda added rolling her eyes. The two of them walked away from me with Pietro shouting "REMEMBER, WE DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER, (Y,N)!"
"Fucking dumbass..." I muttered before walking into school. I walked to my locker, switching out my normal books ////// for comic books. Then I felt something before looking up and seeing Gwen putting up her hood and almost running away. She was next to Betty Brant who looked like she was trying to get her to come back and that they had been originally been walking in my direction. It fucking hurt to see Gwen like that, I won't lie. Then Betty angrily walked towards me.
"I hope you're happy, asshole." She said as she opened Gwen's locker.
"About what exactly?"
"Gwen's a complete and total wreck because of you! You completely and utterly have shattered her."
"I- no I didn't! How would I do that!?"
"Gwen is now certain she's a horrible person because of you and your dumb little fight." She grabbed Gwen's books out of her locker and closed it.
"What? No way, Gwen is amazing there's no way I did that to her. I thought she would bounce back from-"
"Her best friend saying he hated her?"
"That's not what happened! Is that what she told you?"
"She told me you guys had some sort of secret that was kinda similar to the others and you had a talk about it, and she asked if you hated her, and you didn't say anything which was an obvious yes."
"It's not an obvious yes! It's me thinking about the-"
"You had to think about hating your best friend!? After one fight!? You're actually a total scumbag! Not to mention she said after that you asked her if that conversation was goodbye! You weren't even gonna try to fight for her!"
"Fight with who!?"
"Yourself, you sociopathic, weirdo, degenerate asshole! I don't know what the fuck you told MJ to make yourself look like the good guy in this but you're not! You're the villain." Brant said before walking away. It felt like all the anger I had felt towards Gwen over the past couple of days started flowing towards Brant instead. This seems oddly personal for her, like she was trying to separate me and Gwen as far as possible. Apparently they talked about me over the last few days, maybe Brant influenced her to act a certain way. How much of the shit that I've been through with Gwen was just Brant getting into her head? //////// This is all such bull-
I moved my head out of the way as Flash's hand hit the locker.
"I'm not in the mood, Thompson." I said.
"What!? You ////// little-" Flash said trying to punch me again before I grabbed his fist and flipped him onto the ground before putting my foot on his shoulder.
"SAY ANYTHING ELSE TO ME AND I BREAK YOUR FUCKING ARM, GOT IT!?" I asked before letting him go and slamming my locker door shut. I noticed that most of the people in the hallway were staring at me now and I groaned before walking back out the front doors of the school. "Fuck the fucking brotherhood I don't have to deal with this bullshit I'm going fucking out." I muttered before I heard something.
"You weren't gonna break his arm." I looked over and saw Laura standing behind me.
"What, you don't think I have the balls to do it? Because I'll go back in there an-"
"No, I mean your form was all wrong. If you pulled you weren't going to break his arm. You were just going to pull it out of its socket." She said.
"...Oh."
"That was a cool show you put on back there. Reminded me of another small angry guy I know. Something on your mind?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Probably not." Laura shrugged. "But maybe you just need to rant real quick?"
"I don't want to."
"Alright, whatever."
"...That's it? 'Alright, whatever'? You're not gonna try to study me like I'm your psychology thesis?"
"Nope. Did you want me to or something?"
"No, but I'm so used to people trying to help me and talk to me like I'm some dumb kid or like they're about to win a Nobel Prize for figuring out what makes me tick."
"Oh. That sucks."
"Yeah, it does..."
"... You feeling better yet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Remember that angry short guy I brought up? I'm related to him. In a way. It's complicated. But anyway, it's also quite literally in my DNA to go on violent bouts of rage like him and when I snap I usually just need someone to talk to me like a normal person and not like some condescending asshole or someone who thinks that they're better than me and I cool down. It work for you?"
"...I... think it did."
"Cool." Laura said before we heard the bell ring from inside the school. "We should probably get to class. You in?" She asked before offering a hand like I wasn't able to walk into the school on my own. I hesitated before grabbing onto her hand. After which she walked me back into the school. While most people had gone to class. A few lingered and once again stared at me.
"What's their deal? Have they never seen a flip like that before?"
"Probably not from someone who's half the size as the guy he flipped over with the greatest of ease." I said.
"Oh, that's right, they don't have powers." Laura said as we continued to walk.
"...You should work on your technique, by the way. It was really sloppy." Laura added.