章 8: SO NOT HIGH SCHOOL.

So, you've stumbled into one of the most cliché tropes in fiction.

How will you proceed?

There's always a formula to these things. The bully typically makes the first move, sniffing out the new kid like a bloodhound. Driven by some deep, personal inadequacy—whether it be envy, or just a desperate need to prop up a fragile ego it didn't matter—he'd step forward, eager to assert his dominance.

It would often start with something as basic as territorial aggression.

"You're in my seat," ding

Now, there are two possible responses in this tired script: Ignore and disregard, or give a sharp, biting comeback. Isaac, of course, had went with option two.

Thus will begin the inevitable next phase: confrontation. It doesn't take much to spark it—just a word or a gesture. Pretty Eyes chose a word.

"What did you just say?"

Cue the obligatory response. Something along the lines of, "You heard me," or maybe a more direct, "What's wrong, your ears broken? I said, fuck you." The fight would break out, fists flying. Isaac would probably win, the bully will slink off, licking his wounds.

The other kids would erupt in applause, heralding him as a hero, the first brave soul to topple the school's self-proclaimed kingpin.

Then, predictably, Isaac would be swept into overnight popularity. The social pyramid would shift. The hot blonde cheerleader would drape herself over him. And this is very important she has to be blonde. His life would become a colossal mesh of teenage euphoria, until, inevitably, the power would go to his head. He'd start treating his real friends like garbage, becoming the very bully he once stood up to. That is, until one fateful glance in the mirror would make him realize this wasn't who he wanted to be.

His shiny new friends, he'd see, were as fake as clip-on nails.

At prom, he'd ditch the blonde cheerleader, that quintessential trophy girlfriend, for his overlooked, bespectacled childhood friend, who of course has to be some variation of brunette and for the sake of narrative convenience, she needs to have been hiding her dazzling beauty behind her glasses all along. Because everyone knows ugly people were glasses.

Yawn

The prom lights would hit her just right, and boom—revelation!

That's probably how it would go.

Or maybe he'd win prom king with the blonde, lock eyes with the brunette in the crowd, realizing she was the one for him all along make a grand speech apologizing for being a colossal dick and kiss her under the neon lights, maybe for extra drama he'd tear his crown in two. Either way, the story would wrap up with him getting the girl, learning that it's better to be true to yourself than to pretend to be something you're not.

But that's the thing.

Isaac didn't want the girl...he was gay. He didn't have a childhood friend either. He didn't even know half the people at this school, so....

Following the trope wasn't really, appealing.

"Hey fire-crotch!"

Wow Brandon Davis I bet you were just itching to use that one.

"I'm talking to you."

"And I don't care." Isaac drawled meeting the boy's eyes. "There are many seats in this cafeteria, find any and leave me the fuck alone."

He did not have time for teenage drama. If a fight broke out, or he gained some all too sudden bout of popularity, he'd find himself deeper under the intrusive eyes of the villainous school staff and seeing how he was already quite obviously under their purview, he wanted to avoid that entirely.

Pretty eyes blinked, his brows furrowing and features scrunching in confusion.

After a moment he shook his head, pressed his lips tight and walked towards another seat, his lacky, a gangly boy and a large behemoth slowly following after, just as mystified as their leader.

"I saw that."

Isaac craned his head.

Kurt sans fur, whipping tail and bright yellow eyes was...different.

The redhead didn't quite know how to describe it but he had gotten so used to seeing the mutants true form this just felt...odd...strange?

He shook his head, turning back to his food and poking at the offending grub. "Saw what?"

"You whammying Lance Alvers." Avalanche? Pretty eyes was Avalanche?

"I don't know what you're talking about." The redhead responded after a moment, pointedly ignoring the teleporter's eyes. They were a deep brown now. "I did nothing of the sort."

Kurt settled into the seat in front of him and began to peel an orange.

The veiled mutant chuckled, shaking his head and fiddling with the watch on his wrist before shrugging. "Must have been my imagination then." The raven haired boy muttered as he popped an orange carpel into his mouth. "Although-" he began mid chew. "If you do think of whammying anyone, don't do it in such a public area, and in front of Scott. And don't make it so obvious either."

Isaac bit his lip, not deigning to respond to his fellow mutant's words.

"Alvers is always looking for a fight, and he's stubborn as a mule, he'll never just listen to someone command him to do something."

Isaac looked around and could easily pick out the confused stares that flittered from him to pretty eyes.

Fuck.

"Noted." He finally sighed out, causing Kurt to smirk. "Good." His accent thickened around the word coating the word heavily in it's presence. Isaac was sure it was intentional, a sort of pointed effort to put as much emphasis to the word as possible.

"Will the others be joining us?"

"Jean's got soccer practice right now, she normally eats out in the field with her teammates and Scott has woodshop."

The redhead slowly nodded to the information.

"You got your schedule right?" Kurt suddenly mutter perking up. "Do you think we have any classes in common?" Isaac shrugged, taking out the paper from his back pocket and handing it over to the teleporter.

Immediately Kurt took it into his hands and began to skim it's contents. "Geil! We have German together after this." The mutant exclaimed before blinking owlishly at Isaac. "You're taking German." He muttered causing the redhead to nod.

"So are you."

"Easy A." Kurt muttered before smiling. "Why are you taking German?"

"Leicht eine Eins" Easy A

The teleporter chuckled, smile easily morphing into a grin as he stared at Isaac with much interest.

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