"(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 Eighteen: Gut Feelings
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As soon as the school was in my sights, the next morning the same pit of anxiety I felt before came back with a vengeance. Sweat formed along my upper lip and palms, and it wasn't because of the warm May weather.
When I stepped inside, I sucked in a deep breath. Harry was already waiting for me at my locker. Slowly, taking my sweet time, I walked towards him. I was probably annoying the people behind me by walking so slow, but they didn't matter. When Harry spotted me he smiled, until he saw how anxious I was.
"What's wrong?" He asked gently, grabbing my hands.
This was it, the moment of truth. Time to spill my guts and hope Harry didn't use his power to make my life a living hell, "Harry, the last month has been amazing. But, um, well-"
"You can stop," Harry smiled sadly, "I know what you're going to say. It's for Peter, isn't it? I've noticed the way you two connect, the way you look at each other. I brushed it off, but that was a mistake. I'm not mad or anything, I get it. I'm gonna support you, alright?"
"Harry," I hugged Harry tightly, a large weight lifted from my shoulders. What did I do to deserve him? He knew I had feelings for Peter, and he was still so kind. He knew I was breaking up with him and still reached out for friendship.
"But if he ever messes up and you're on the market again, then I'll be right here-" Harry laughed when I reached out and smacked his arm, laughing along with him. He raised his hands defensively, "I'm just saying."
"What's going on here?" Ned and MJ approached, sharing conspiratory looks. Peter was behind them, averting his eyes. He was shuffling nervously, aware of the awkward situation.
"Just a pair of friends talking about the exams coming up."
Understanding flashed in the pair's eyes at the statement, and they didn't push further. Peter met my eyes for the first time, and I sent him a wink. He blushed, eyes flitting away again. The warning bell shouted at us and we dispersed.
It wasn't until I was seated and pulled out a pencil that I realized how bad exams could turn out. I had two exams that day, each one spanning half the day. No phones, talking, or bathroom. In other words, I was screwed when my 'side effect' kicked in. I should have brought a water bottle. I could swirl the water inside.
"Alright class. Testing begins... now."
I began my test. I had never not given in to my mutation when the pain began, so this would make for an interesting and painful day. Exams were bad enough already.
