4N07H3R random story

Poppy and Xavier (not an XMen fanfic)

**Poppy**

I fish my homework out of my locker, doing my best to stick to the crowd of people heading to class. Of course, the bell rings and only a few pricks and druggies and I are still at our lockers. I grab my last paper and see my locker close in front of my face.

"Well, well, well!" a perky voice said behind me.

"What do you want, Jefferson?" I asked annoyed and looked at Whitney Jefferson's twisted face.

She giggled evilly. "I don't know what you mean! we just came here to visit our Very Special friend!" she wrapped her arm around my shoulders. I wiggled, doing my best to do the almost impossible-escape.

"Watcha doin, Puppet? We just wanna talk!" Amanda spoke, smiling wickedly.

"I need to get to class!" Whitney squeezed harder "Friends!" I grimanced. 'my name isn't Puppet!' I thought annoyed.

"Oh! We're sorry! That's not happening!"

I escaped her grasp and a blow hit my stomache. I gasped and tried to escape again. A hit to my back caused me to dropped my books. I picked the textbook up and was kicked in the side. Pain overwhelmed my entire body and I collapsed on the ground. They continuously kicked me, slowly shoving me closer to the lockers. They stopped finally and I coughed. I looked at where I coughed, Blood.

"Had enough yet, Puppet?"

I got on my hands and knees, coughing even more.

"You're late to class, Puppet!" one chirped as they receded.

I got up with effort and collapsed under my own weight. I got back up, using the lockers as my support.

"oh! I forgot something!" I heard one say from down the hall. I managed to stand as she punched me. I collapsed again and she kicked me in the gut. I gasped as she dropped a small handketcheif by my feet. "Clean up after yourself, you stupid poser!" she kicked my gut again and walked away with her band, laughing along with them.

I collected myself and my stuff, wiped the blood from my nose, and stood up. I limped slightly (doing my best to hide it) to class.

**Xavier**

"You're late Ms. Puppeteer!" the door closed and I snapped my head back up to see Poppy enter the room. Like usual she had her head down, face covered with her red, wavy hair that seemed like a veil, and something in her hand. "And its a New Record!" The bald man behind the poduim said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your class, Mr. Tether." she said quietly, handing him her finished homework and set her things down.

"Now, where was I? Ah! I remember! The French Revolution!" he began to continue his boring lecture. I wasn't listening though, I was too concentrated on Poppy. She coughed silently into a handkerchief and looked at it beneath her desk, I saw red. I saw blood.

She closed it quickly and focused on the class. I could tell she wasn't all too focused on the class though, like usual, she was thinking about something else.

The bell rang an hour later and she left with the crowd of people streaming out of the class. She packed her stuff in her backpack and walked down the hall with the other students. She was limping slightly, this was happening every other day nowadays. I'd had it.

**Poppy**

I focused on my walking and my destination. 'Dont limp, almost there! don't limp, almost there!' I thought as I continued down the hall.

"Poppy! Poppy!" I heard my name being called from a familiar voice, I had no idea from where. I began walking slower, allowing the owner of the voice to catch up.