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"Lyla! Come on, we have drills in ten minutes and the Professor might send you into a coma if you're not there!"
"Boo!" I yelled, hanging upside down from a tree branch and Scott jumped back. "Ha! You should've seen the look on your face!"
"You have to stop doing that!" He exclaimed as I swung back and forth. "Real mature, Ravager."
"Oh, don't be a stick in the mud, Cyclops."
"We've got drills, let's go." He said but I stayed put. "Lyla, Raved scheduled the Danger Room for the two of us. Let's go."
"Don't feel like it." I grinned and jumped down. "Besides, yesterday we logged five hours in the Danger Room. We deserve a break... You need to loosen up a bit. You used to be the one that used to sneak us out instead of doing drills, remember?"
"Back then when the Professor and Raven weren't pestering us about logging at least three hours every day."
"Your point?"
"That we have drills and I'm not covering for you like Kurt does whenever you're late."
"I'm sick."
"You don't get sick."
"Not true! I had a cold when I was four!"
"Sixteen years ago?" Scott smirked.
"I'm dead."
"I must be talking to a ghost then." He shrugged, walking forward and I immediately knew what he was going to do.
"Wait, Scott! Don't you try to-" I was interrupted by him swiftly swinging me over his shoulder. "How did you-"
"Been eating my veggies." Scott laughed and I felt my face heat up. "Still wanna back out from drills?"
"How many hours?" I huffed.
"Two. I'll get you ice cream to cheer you up."
"Fine."
。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。
"Now was that so bad?"
"Excruciating. If I didn't have metal in my skeleton, I would've broken a bone or two." I groaned and grabbed Scott's hand to stand up. "Ugh, I'm not doing drills with you for a while. Next time, I'm logging in with Jean or Peter."
