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~Lyla's POV~
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"Jean, I love you to death, but the answer is no!"
"Oh, come on! He was totally checking you out until you pulled the claws on him!"
"I have a reputation to uphold. I can't be going soft just because someone was giving me looks... Besides, the boy is an asshole." I laughed and picked up my books.
"Lyla, we're trying to keep a dress code around here." Hank scolded and I gestured to the jacket on my desk.
"You have this classroom a million degrees! I run hot sometimes." I defended.
"Put it on before Charles scolds you again. I honestly don't care, but you know how he is."
"We're his favorite students. He won't mind." Jean smirked and linked arms with me as we left the classroom. "What crawled up his ass and died?"
"The Professor and I are searching for Dad again and Hank's just on edge because of how I get when we come up short." I waved it off. "I have zero recollection of the last time I went on a rage fit as he calls them."
"No luck?"
"Nope. According to the Professor, Dad's just right there but still out of reach... I don't really want to talk about it right now."
"You'll find him, Lyla. It's only of matter of time." Jean assured and bumped into somebody, using her powers to pick up the books before they fell.
"I can't." The boy said and gestured to his blindfold.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Holy... Alex!?" I exclaimed and hugged him tight. "I barely recognized you with the long hair!"
"Lyla! Look at those fangs." Alex laughed and spun me around. "Finally grew into them, huh?"
"Puberty did wonders, but also gave me sharper ears." I moved my hair back and he widened his eyes. "Yeah... not my proudest thing, but can't do anything about it."
