"(Y/n)," Professor X was the next person on the screen, "I believe I'm the last person to give my message. I've seen many minds, and many mutants in my years, but you will always stick out to me. When you thought you were dangerous, or doubted yours...
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Chapter Fifteen: First Dates
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I walked into school the next day with all eyes on me. Shrinking under the student bodies' judgmental gaze, I pushed on. Meeting a few eyes in confusion, I stopped at my locker.
"When's the date?"
I jumped, nearly dropping my lunch box. MJ was leaning against the lockers next to me, a wide smirk on her face.
"Friday," I shut my locker. Harry had texted me the night before with a time and date, "Is it just me or is everyone staring? Did you tell everyone about him asking me out?"
"I just told Peter," MJ pointed an accusatory finger at an approaching Peter.
"I just told Ned," Peter looked to his shorter friend.
"And I told everyone."
"Why I trust you with the other secret I don't know," I ran a hand over my face, huffing out in frustration, "I'm surprised you haven't told the world yet."
"What secret?" Harry arrived.
"MJ hates Lost," I blurted, wincing when MJ hit my arm.
"Shame," Ned scolded.
"It's really confusing," MJ shrugged.
"You know what show is really confusing..."
I tuned out of the conversation when I noticed how off Peter seemed. He looked mad and sad at the same time. Brows drawn together in frustration, but a small frown that quivered every few seconds. Moving towards him, I opened my mouth to speak before the warning bell cut me off.
I would mention it later, then.
Four Hours Later- 1:54 PM
I sat down next to Peter in one of the plastic chairs in the practice room. MJ was asking questions while Harry, Cindy, Ned, and Charles were on the bench answering.
"What's wrong?" I asked him quietly.
"What? Nothing," Peter answered, too quickly.
"You suck at lying. You can tell me Bug-Boy. Judgement free zone here."
"I'm fine (Y/n)," Peter insisted, "Nothing to worry about."
"Pete-" I cut myself off when my hands tingled. I got up and left to go to the bathroom.
I didn't bother asking anymore. Everyone on the team knew that I would use the bathroom at some point during practice so they didn't question it. Even with so much freedom to handle it, the situation was frustrating and worrying. What would I do when I got a job? Leave at the same time every day to handle it?
