ShadowCat And The X-Men (Book 1)

Chapter 19

Hell yes! School is over! Summer break, here we come! 

I cheered in my head, while the bus drove us to our destination.

Professor and his ideas, I thought and rolled my eyes.

He said that he wanted us to make a choice, either go into a mountain camp with other students from Bayville high, or survival training with Wolverine.

Sadly, most of the guys, well everyone except me, voted for the camp.
Survival with Wolverine would have been more fun.

And the worst part, the brotherhood is joining this camp too.

What a coincidence. I thought sarcastically, and turned to look at the back seats where the brotherhood had settled.

Blob with Todd and Lance with Pietro were sitting next to each other.

I looked at Lance and I was surprised to find him looking back at me.

I sent him a glare and he laughed.

"Asshole," I whispered and returned to the front again.

"What?" Rogue asked confused and I turned to her next to me.

I just pointed at the back with my thumb and she looked at the direction I pointed at and then back at me.

"What's the deal between you and him?" She asked turning to me.

I didn't real know what to tell her.

"It's complicated," I said and she raised an eyebrow at me.

"Complicated, how?" She asked and now I was the one confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked her and she shook her head laughing.

"I mean, is he your ex or something?" She said and I almost chocked on my own spit.

"What? Why would you think that??" I asked, still in shock.

"Well, he is flirting with you and you seem so affected by him. I thought it was obvious," she explained and I stared at her blankly.

Lance was flirting with me? 

I shook that thought out of my head and quickly pulled myself together.

"Alright, I don't blame you for assuming that, but I wouldn't date Lance Alvers even if he was the last man on earth. End of conversation." I said and crossed my arms feeling sick only by the idea of me and Lance together.

How would that even work out? 

Simply it wouldn't. I thought to myself again.

"Whatever you say, sugar," she as we begun to get off the bus.

"Hello, I am sergeant Hawk and I will be training you. Now get in line!" Shouted a brown-haired man, who was wearing a white T-Shirt and black shorts. He was probably around 30 maybe 35 years old. The color of his eyes wasn't visible since he wore sunglasses, he also has covered his head with a white hat. 

I grabbed my bag and hanged it to my shoulder and stood next to Scott, as we all got into a straight line in front of the bus.

We were like 16 kids.

Scott was wearing a sleeveless white shirt with brown pants, and his usual red sunglasses.

I looked around, trying to locate other familiar faces.

Next to Scott on the other side stood Jean.

Her long red hair was now in a braid, she wore a green tank top, denim shorts and brown high boots without heels.