Markers Must Always Be Honored

Chapter 4

Both of my eyebrows shot towards the ceiling when Kurt said this. "Wait, what?" I asked, surprised by his comment. No one had ever taken Logan down?? Sure, the dude was strong, but as I looked around I noticed that there were some pretty buff teenagers hanging around us.

"Not without using their powers anyway. Logan is very skilled," Kurt murmured before going silent as to keep us from getting in trouble with the adult up front. I followed his lead and went quiet, simply paying attention as Logan explained how to put someone in a leg lock, which seemed to be the most simple fighting technique. He told us to pair up with someone around our size to practice and I looked over at Kurt, smirking slightly. He smirked back. "Partners?"

"Partners," I agreed with a small smirk, glancing over at him. We both stood up as a couple other students started, just learning how to do it. "I feel like you're more advanced in fighting than you're going to let on."

Kurt smirked and reached out with his tail, grabbing my ankle and pulling my feet out from under me. I fell and as he jumped on me, I threw one leg up and hooked it over his neck, slamming him down to the grass and getting him in a leg lock. He grunted and tapped out. "That didn't go to plan," he murmured, rubbing his neck. I smirked.

"Take her down, Kurt," Logan encouraged as he walked over to us. He was checking on all the group, but he seemed fascinated by Kurt and I.

Kurt smirked and grabbed me around my waist, turning us and slamming me back first into the ground. I grunted and went to flip us, but the blue boy used the momentum to keep us rolling, putting me in a leg lock on the way. I chuckled softly. "That was better," I admitted, tapping his calf. Kurt was fast, but I also went easy on him.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked as he helped me up.

"I went kind of easy on you," I said. He raised his eyebrows. "What? I didn't want to hurt your ego."

Right as Kurt went to reply, Logan called out some kid for doing it wrong. I sighed a little at this. "Don't I know that feeling," I muttered, glancing over at Kurt. He was grabbing his bookbag. "Class over?"

"Class is always over at 8," he replied, checking his watch. I did the same and nodded. It was around 8, so I reached down and picked up my bag just as the bell inside rang.

Once we were inside, Kurt told me had to go to a different class, but told me to look for a redhead girl, Jean, a boy with laser glasses, Scott, Kitty, or the brunette with a white streak, called Rogue if I had any questions about where my classes were. I waved goodbye to my only friend and started toward my class, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. Stepping to the side to get out of the flow of traffic, I pulled it out of my pocket to check it.

I'm still alive.

I smiled to myself when I saw this, replying back to the unknown number. Make sure to keep it that way. Love you, Dad.

It took a couple seconds before the response popped up on the screen. He was probably texting me from a burner phone, but I didn't mind waiting too long. I love you 2.

I chuckled softly at this before slipping my phone in my pocket and jogging into the hallway to blend in to the crowd. People were going in classrooms and I had no idea where mine was. I bumped into someone when looking in windows to find Hank's face and we just happened to bump shoulders, causing her to drop her books. "Oh crap, I'm s-"

"Watch we're you're going," she snapped. I stopped mid-squat, going to help her with her books, and stood up. "I'm going to be late."

I rolled my eyes silently before turning and continuing down the hall. If she wanted to be a bitch, I could be one too, but I wasn't going to be a loudmouth. Silent bitches are much more scarier. I found Jean and jogged over to her. "Jean Grey?" I asked, trying to get her attention. She turned around. "Hey, I'm a friend of Kurt's. Blake Wick. I'm new and I have no idea where Mr. McCoy's classroom is."

"I saw you yesterday, I think. Nice to meet you Blake," She said. I nodded as a 'likewise' so she could continue. "Come on, I'll walk you there and get a pass from Mr. McCoy."

I nodded and gave her a slight smile. "Thank you," I hummed. I never talked much around strangers, which made me like my father in a way, but when I was around my friends I was a full blown chatterbox. Kurt brought out the best of me when it came to that category.

Jean walked me down another random hall. "You said you're friends with Kurt? He's probably the nicest kid in this school, but he gets a lot of shit," she admitted, making small talk.

"He's in my Training class," I replied before shrugging a little. When you look as weird as Kurt, you're bound to get some teasing, but the kid was so nice. How could anyone tease him? We came up on a class right after the bell rang. "This it?"

"Yeah," Jean said before walking in with me. "Hey Mr. McCoy. Blake got lost and the bell rang on the way here, could you write me a pass?" She asked.

He nodded and walked over to his desk before looking up at me. "Blake, hey. Just pick a seat," he said, nodding to the rows. There was an empty seat in the middle and I sat down, pulling out my textbook and glancing at my neighbor. He had shoulder length, silver hair, and was wearing a Pink Floyd shirt along with a gray jacket.

"I'm Peter," he said quickly. He was around my age.

"I'm Blake Wick," I replied, looking over at him. "So what're we doing in this class?"

"Uh... Good question," he smirked slightly. Oh, he's that kid. "I'm pretty sure it's something to do with evolution. It's easy."

I chuckled softly when he said this and opened my notebook, nodding to Jean as she left. "If it's not evolution, we are going to have a problem," I joked before hearing Hank begin to speak.

"Good morning guys," he greeted. There was a collective groan of exhaustion. "Well, we have a new student, Blake Wick. She's by Peter, right there, and that's all I have to say on the matter. Today we will be talking about Darwin's Theory of Evolution..."

As Hank continued to go on about evolution, Peter nudged me and smirked. I rolled my eyes a little with a soft chuckle and went back to work, taking some notes where notes needed to be taken. Luckily, I already knew a lot about Darwin's Theory, so I didn't really have to pay attention. I heard tapping and looked over, seeing that Peter had put a bluetooth earbud in and was silently jamming out. He offered me one and I shrugged, putting it in my ear.

It was Pink Floyd. What a surprise.

Okay guys, the time has come. I am moving this story to Archive of Our Own. You can find it under your_chaotic_little_sibling with the exact same title. it may have a different description but it's the same story!
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