CHAPTER 392 NEW KIDSAfter ho room we went about our days. Illyana and I had our classes split up so at least one of us had a class with Talbot. Ms. Black was the substitute Chemistry teacher so we were both stuck in her class with Talbot. I learned more nas but didn’t recognize any until lunch ti.
Illyana and I were sitting at a table near Lyra Talbot, both focusing on our food as I noticed another girl with an amazing figure. Where most of the girls at the school were modestly dressed in their school uniform, this girl wore it tight. Her bust and ass were easily seen sohow in the uniform. Drawing more than a few eyes as she walked by.
“Who is that?” I asked. She had such a light colored hair it was almost white.
“I have, how do you say…Calculus with her,” Illyana said in perfect English. I guessed she was struggling with the language but I couldn’t hear it. “Felicia sothing.”
“Hardy?” I asked, getting excited. I had expected her at Peter Parker’s school, not here.
“I believe so,” Illyana said.
I continued to watch her. Sitting at a table with a bunch of popular girls I wondered how I could get to know her. Playing through what I rembered about Felicia Hardy from the Spiderman cartoon, I was pretty sure her dad was so famous thief. Since he taught her everything he knew, she was an expert as well. Her anti-hero persona was basically Cat-woman. Wearing tight black leather she was an on again off again love interest of the eight legged man. I wondered how I could make her my potential love interest.
Since Rogue might have been out of the picture I felt it was perhaps ti to move on anyway. I continued to watch the cat from afar. Curious what her ga was. Was she maybe working the students? The elite of the city went to school there. Maybe she was robbing them all. Or maybe she was actually a student and living a normal life. I doubted that though.
“It seems the rumors are true,” Illyana mumbled.
“What’s that, Kmagick?” I asked, distracted by Felicia.
“It’s not-” She cut herself off and let out a sigh. “You really do hit on everything that moves.”
“Just the female variety,” I said, flashing her a smile. “Jealous?”
“Ohoho. My brother would be very displeased if you even looked my direction,” she said. I faced her this ti. Staring at her up and down, she was pretty, just not…I wasn’t sure. There was sothing about her that gave off more of a friend vibe than anything. Like Hisako had turned into for . But that wouldn’t stop
from flirting.
“Oh the big Ruskie doesn’t like people hitting on his little sister?” I asked. “That just makes you hotter in my book. Tell , Kmagick, do you need your brother to fight your battles for you? I thought you were an X-Man.”
“I very much am,” she said, giving
her own cocky smile. “I do not need my brother. I could take you on myself.”
“Now this, I gotta see,” I said, getting excited. “Should we do so “training” later step-sis? Better be careful, I’d hate for you to get stuck sowhere.”
“What?” She asked, confused. “Why would I get stuck?”
“Nothing, you’ll get the joke later,” I said with a laugh as two girls approached.
“Illyana, we were hoping you would sit with us,” Hope Pym said. The dark haired beauty appeared to be hesitant toward , but genuinely did want to get to know Illyana. I guessed the foreign Russian was drawing more than a little attention. Next to her was our target, the very quiet Miss Talbot.
“By all ans,” I said, waving at the empty seats of our table. It was obvious they ant to sit sowhere else, but sat on the sa side of Illyana. Curious if maybe the psychic Grey was leading our target to befriend us I looked around, but didn’t see her around. Either way it didn’t matter. If Lyra’s life was really in danger then it would be best if she stuck near us.
The girls began talking but ignored
as I sat across from them. I could feel their Haki was very hesitant toward , but both really wanted to get to know the magic girl. Since I wasn’t much for being ignored though, I looked up at the girls. “Don’t be like that. I’m a very nice person if you get to know .”
“I’m sure,” Hope said. “What part of Russia are you from?” She asked, Illyana. Kmagick began to talk and I was thoroughly ignored. Not quite the reception I wanted for a new school I looked around until I noticed the nerdy bright blonde. She must have sensed my eyes because she looked over to
randomly. I smiled wide and waved her over. Since she had been in the midst of trying to find a seat she blushed, looked down, but walked our way.
“Morgan, right?” I asked as she got close.
“Uh yeah,” she mumbled, barely heard in the loud cafeteria.
“Co sit,” I said, patting the seat beside . I had to admit the chair at the table was comfortable. These private schools were far above the public school crap I grew up with. Morgan frowned, eyed the other three girls but did sit down. Hope and Lyra eyed her but were back to talking to Illyana.
“I couldn’t help but notice you watching
in class,” I said unashadly. She stiffened, blushed, and studied her tray.
“I wasn’t watching,” she mumbled.
“Oh right, I got confused. It was
watching you,” I said. “Did you like my origin story?” I asked. “It’s all true, you know. Every word.” Her spiritual energy brightened a little, realizing I wasn’t picking on her. It was clear this girl was being bullied. A part of
wanted to get her out of her shell.
“Really?” She asked, not believing
in the slightest, but playing along. She still found it a little funny.
“Yep, it was very tragic. So, I have to know. Will you help
find my sensei’s murderer?”
“Why would you need my help?” She mumbled.
“I’m new here. I know I may not look it, but I’m very nervous with all these people around,” I stage-whispered to her. “Like Hope Pym here.” I turned to face her. “She-holy shit,” I said, my eyes going wide. “I just realized your na is basically opium.”
“What?” She asked, confused as I drew them away from their conversation.
“Your na, Hope Pym, it sounds like opium. Oh my god, who are your parents to not have thought of that?” I asked, amazed. Now I was questioning if her na was really Hope in the comics, or was it so joke that the writer put in and the editors never noticed.
“I will have you know my father is the founder and CEO of Pym industries,” she said, her voice actually angry.
“Holy crap, he’s right,” Lyra next to her said. “How did I not notice that?” She actually laughed loudly.
“Lyra,” Hope hissed. She looked around, I guessed it wasn’t news to her. “If you start spouting that crap, I will be sure that you regret it.”
“Oooo fun,” I said, pretending to shiver. “How will I regret it? Will your dad fire my dad or sothing?”
“Maybe,” she said, growing angrier. “Who is your dad?”
“He was born under a blood red moon,” I said, looking off into the distance. “There were prophecies, well not really prophecies, but fortellings, well not foretellings per se but there was a fortune cookie that hinted he might be born one day. Half man-half…other man, he was born into a clan of ninja warriors that-”
“Weston,” Illyana hissed. “His dad sells stocks and my mom is an editor for a magazine.” She was sticking to script, which wasn’t really my style.
“Yes, my step-sister believes that’s the case. But little does she know-”
“Oh, you’re step-siblings,” Lyra cut in as if putting a puzzle piece together. “I was wondering why you both joined today. How long have you had to deal with this guy?”
“Too long,” Illyana said, and the conversation continued on. My true goal was to get Morgan next to
to laugh. She was close a couple of tis, but sitting next to
she was radiating enjoynt. A far cry better than the fear she was leaking when she walked into the cafeteria, I was happy with the work I had done.
“My dad is a Major in the army, and my mom works in a lab,” Lyra said.
“What about your folks?” I asked Morgan. Lyra and Hope eyed her, as if seeing her there for the first ti. Morgan slowly chewed her food, trying not to panic. It was easy to see she wasn’t used to people staring at her. Curious who exactly she was, I waited patiently.
“My dad’s uh…an inventor,” she said.
“Cool, where does he work?” I asked.
“At Stark,” she said.
“What about your mom?” Hope asked. I thought I felt sothing there. Sothing off about the question, but unsure what.
“She’s a…” Morgan trailed off. I could tell she didn’t want to answer. Uncaring why I decided to save her.
“One of those eh? A spy?” I asked. “That’s understandable. Lot’s of famous people’s kids here. Who knows what kind of nefarious things could happen to them. Look, that guy is a bodyguard for that kid.”
“What?” Lyra asked, looking to where I was pointing. I pointed to a black kid and another older kid next to him. It was plain for
to see that the slightly older kid was watching everything around them.
“Those two,” I said. The bodyguard noticed our gazes and looked straight at us. We looked away as one. “That’s his bodyguard.”
“No, that’s oh what’s his na. The tutor or whatever. His parent’s hired that person to help him take notes because of his dyslexia,” Lyra said.
“Yeah, that’s bullshit. Definitely his bodyguard,” I said. “It’s easy to tell because his eyes never stop moving.”
“Maybe he has nystagmus,” Hope offered.
“What the hell, that's a small shifting of the eyes. No, he’s a bodyguard. Maybe the kid is a prince…from Wakanda or sothing.” It was a fair question. Was the future Black Panther going to this school as well? There were plenty of hero’s kids as it was.
“Where’s that?” Morgan asked, feeling slightly better.
“It’s this secret African nation in…Africa,” I explained. “They have a huge trove of vibranium that-”
“See, lying again. Why not co up with a believable na for a tal?” Hope asked.
“It’s true,” I defended. “Morgan, you believe , right?” She smiled and nodded, not believing
at all. “I’m telling you it's true. Maybe we should go ask him.”
“I would pay to see you do that. That guy is super popular. Maybe you should fight his bodyguard,” Hope said.
“Maybe I will,” I said. “I can’t get rusty now that my sensei is dead.”
“You’re still on about that?” Lyra laughed. “I didn’t know where the hell you were going with that in class.”
“I live an exciting life, right step-sis?” I asked.
“Who says step-sis?” Hope asked.
“I do,” I said.
“He really does,” Illyana said, playing into the role we were playing. “Here’s a real Bastard.”
“I told you, no pet nas in front of our classmates,” I said. “Except you, Morgan. You can call
what you want.”
“Why would I call you anything?” She asked.
“Oh wow, like 10 words there. I knew I could get you to talk.”
“That was like 5,” Lyra said. “But yeah, I doubt I’ve heard much from you all year, Morgan. Who knew it would take a couple of transfers to get you to talk.”
“I talk,” she mumbled. Her Spiritual Energy quickly changing from out of her depth to slightly more relaxed. “Just don’t have much to say.”
“Well, get used to it,” I said.
“Yeah, this man never shuts up,” Illyana said.
“Ouch,” I said. “But you’re not wrong. I once had to keep quiet for 24 hours after this bet I lost with this one kid who was known for making bombs. He was really loud too. Wore this very flaming costu but never admitted he was secretly homosexual. Not that we would have judged him or anything, but co on man, he didn’t need to be that obvious…”
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