Disney High Volume 2

Erik's POV (WARNING VERY SHORT!)

(Thanks to Atomic Clover on Deviant Art for drawing this, I found this!) I have this super crush on Mystic, but it's just Charles standing in my way of having her heart. "Erik, it's me. Charles. I need to talk. We need to talk." Charles said through the door. "Don't even think about coming in my dorm. I'll blast you through the wall." I said. "Erik please." "Give me 10 minutes to think." "Fine, either way we're talking or I'll get in your head." I ran up the stairs and into Loki's room. "Get your scepter." I said. "Why?" Loki asked. "Charles is here." I said. "I'll call Ultavius and Thana." Loki said. "Ok but stand by me if he had the famed 'Kid X-Men'" I said. We ran downstairs and I opened the door. Charles was standing infront of the tallest kids in school. "Ugh you boys make everything such a big deal." Thana said. "Shut it." Charles said. Thana choked Charles and said "WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" "Nothing!! I'm sorry!!" Charles replied. "Good." Thana said. Thana dropped Charles and she waltzed her way towards me. "What do you want to talk about Charles?" I asked. "Our freaking project! You guys think I'm here because of Mystic?!? No! I don't care about her anymore. She left me for you Erik." Charles said. "Oh ok, what about the project?" I said. "We have to create a robot, no offense Ultavius." Charles said. "Non-taken." Ultavius said. "Let's go then." I said. "Alright." Charles said. We went to his father's house for him. We spent so many hours and finally created our wondrous robot. "What should we call it?" Charles asked. "Century." "Why?" "Well hopefully it lasts a century!" "Oh Erik why did we stop being friends?" Because Charles. My father. Oh how I wanted to say that. I couldn't lie to my only true friend. "Because I'm a villain, and one day we'll have to fight. I-I couldn't even dare to think of us fighting." I said honestly. "Erik you know in the end we'll be friends." "Yea. I just don't want to fight, only to know that I will loose." Would Charles lead me in a better way. I have a problem. A bad one that my father knows nothing of. I have a drinking problem. Yes I am underage, but it helps with stuff. I'm going to ask Charles for help. "Charles, I've got a problem." "What?" "I have a drinking problem." "WHAT!" "I know, but it helps." "Erik I'll try to erase your memory of drinking." "Okay" I trusted Charles but could he be going past his limits. Another hour went by. I didn't remember anything. "Do you remember what you do in your spare time?" "Yea, I play chess." "It worked!" "What worked?" "Nothing just go home." What was he talking about?