chapter 5 boys

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(Almost Midnight) Kid

I’m franticly going through my bags, I know I packed it; it’s got to be here!!! (5 min later)

“There you are!!!!” I almost screamed, I finally found my suite, it was all black leather, (but very comfy I might add) a top that stopped a couple inches above my belly button, was a spaghetti strap top and gave me a v neck but didn't show cleavage. my pants came to the middle of my hips. I added a few new embellishments today like a chocker necklaces with a x in a circle (apparently the logo for x-men) and my belt did that with the buckle, and had studs all around it. I put on my knee high high tops which had studded straps, but blended perfectly with my pants, and made it look like I was wearing footsie pajama pants. I was ready, the only hard part was going to be getting out with out anyone noticing.

Either go out the window or the kitchen. Either way I'm gonna tell.

NO!!! you cant!!! This is really important!!!

If its so important, then I'm coming to

NNNNOOOO!!! YOU CANT DO THAT EITHER TOO SKETCHY!!! And I don’t even know you.

Just then there was a knock on my door. I was weary, I don’t know if I should answer it or not, so I did what any normal person would do, and looked through the peep hole. What I saw was possibly the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen, no joke. He had golden brown hair that was spiked, bright ocean blue eyes (that I could get lost in forever), his face was semi chiseled, he looked like one minute he could be serious and the other he could throw a party. You could tell he was ripped even through the t-shirt and jeans he was wearing. I didn't notice how long I have been starring till he said

“you gonna let me in now?” I could fell the blush reaching my cheeks. But I couldn't help but notice how his voice was not low or high, not too groggily or smooth, but really nice. I decided to shout through the door

“who are you?”

you know who I am

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I was shocked, I didn't even relies I was opening the door till it was open and the guy was walking in, and I closed the door. I didn't really know what to do now so I just leaned against the wall. He was sizing me up (or checking me out I couldn't tell), to see if I was serious right now. I slowly made sure that my hand was away from my arm whale still being crossed. And I let them out, my knives I guess you could call them. I only have two unlike Logan who has three. His eyes widened a little and I couldn't help but smirk. For some reason they only work at night.

“what's your name, power, level, and why did you decide to talk in my head?” I really hope this will be easy (which it never is)

“Trevor, that one is more complicated, 3, and you seemed interesting. I was bored”

“gee, thanks. Now explain” I retracted my knives

“explain what?” I rolled my eyes, wasn't it obvious?

“your power. Explain your power.” It sounded a little more annoyed then I expected it to…oh well.

“oh that, I'm Xavier's son, I have his telepathy and a few other nice little gifts to go along with it” ya this guy was way to cocky, his cute-ness factor just went down by seven.

“ok... I swear to god if you snitch on me I will beat the shit out of you” he chuckled a little bit

“I'm not joking” he immediately stopped laughing

“you never told me your name” I roll my eyes again, he already knows the answer.

“Kid”

“don’t kid me like your dad, just tell me.”

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