HBWnovel Chapter 84: Fated Meetings
Chapter 84: Fated Meetings
Chapter 84: Fated Meetings
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1st September 2005, Bayville
(Jean Grey POV)
Jean Grey wasn't feeling good getting into her last year in High School. There was something wrong with her but she had no idea why. She did actions that made no sense to her, she changed her mind randomly all the time. It was like that thing at the mall the other day; she tried an outfit and loved it at the mall, so logically she loved it. Two days later, when she tried it on, she was disgusted at it.
Even her relationship with Duncan was the same. It didn't make any sense to her why she even was dating the guy. She was never attracted to jocks and didn't even care about football. She even joined the cheerleading squad, but that was mostly to figure out what was the hype about it. For some reason, the other girls in school made a big deal about joining the team. She didn't get it, but it did help her with her flexibility. Even Logan was impressed there. Oh, right, back to Duncan, he really acted like an asshole sometimes, especially with Scott.
She was very random with her relationship with Duncan. Sometimes, she would feel like a lovesick puppy, but other times, she would just feel disgusted with her choice of boyfriend. She tried to tell Professor Xavier about it but he chalked it up to teenage hormones.
Now that would be enough drama for any teenage girl, but Jean grey was no ordinary girl. She was a mutant that could read minds and move objects with her mind. She lived in a school, created by Professor Charles Xavier, for other gifted students, learning to control their powers and maybe even use them for good as X-men.
Speaking of Professor Xavier, she was starting to have more trouble controlling her powers. Her telepathy is starting to get out of hand. Especially when she started to get assaulted randomly with the thoughts of everyone around her. This was getting very tedious. Even her telekinetic powers were acting weird, getting stronger and weaker randomly. She was almost hurt during one of her training sessions when a telekinetic shield just randomly stopped working for some reason and Logan almost stabbed her with his adamantium claws.
She had a lot in her mind on her ride to school. She was going in Scott's car, a red convertible with two white rally stripes. It was such a boy car, that Scott treated like it was his own child. She even caught him once trying to name it. She had read his mind, although unwillingly, and found out that he was calling it Jeanette after her, it was honestly disturbing. Scott Summers could be dependable as a team leader but not when it concerns her. He tended to either act like a creep, watching her every move, or just tried to pamper her.
Jean tried to stop thinking about unpleasant things but she soon found out that they were almost at their high school, Bayville High. Most of the kids were actually looking forwards to school. Jean, however, was not. Going back to school meant going to a place with a lot of people and more importantly a lot of thoughts broadcasted at her at the same time. It's a wonder she hasn't gone insane.
Scott parked the car, and they then walked towards the entrance of the school. Jean steeled herself; it was time to face the music. The moment they got close; Jean was assaulted by the thoughts of hundreds of hormonal teenagers. She put up her telepathic shields like professor Xavier taught her. Meager as they may be, they were still enough to help with the issue. Jean was then able to walk without wincing, even if she was still able to pick up the occasional errand thought.
She branched out from the other students from the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, to get to her boyfriend Duncan who was talking to her friend Taryn, who was one of the most boy-crazy girls she knew despite having a good head on her shoulders.
Jean didn't even pay attention about what they were talking about, preferring to reinforce her mental shields. For some reason, her shields were very brittle and were overwhelmed easily. According to the Professor, it's supposed to be somewhat instinctive. She didn't understand why it was so hard for her to do so. She had to consciously keep her shields up all the time and she could barely focus on anything else.
When she woke up, she had a headache that made her remember the hangover she had when she and Scott, had snuck so beer into the mansion and gotten very drunk. She sat up, with her head pounding wanting nothing more than to go back to the professor, he would know what to do.
Before she could excuse herself, her teacher spoke up, "Ah, Ms. Grey. It's time you got up. Don't worry about your next class, I wanted to talk to you about something."
Jean just nodded, which kinda made the headache even worse. She was nervous, she had lost control of her powers in the middle of a lesson.
Ms. Sayre continued, "It seems that you fell asleep during my lesson, Ms. Grey."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. It won't happen again."
Her teacher just chuckled, "It's not that. Didn't you listen at the beginning of the lesson? I don't care what you do as long as you don't perturb my lesson. I'm just worried about you." Ms. Sayre just looked at her thoughtfully before continuing, "How much free time do you have on a day to day basis?"
Jean frowned at the odd question. "Not much really, I get home around 7; I'm part of the cheerleading squad and the soccer team right now. Then I'm part of the basketball team when in season, the floor hockey team when in season, and of course I've got homework for school and daily workouts with Logan, one of our teachers in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
The history teacher responded, "But it's still the beginning of the school year, the try outs haven't begun yet."
"Yeah, but our coaches told me that they're not planning on getting me off the team. Me and a few other girls practiced almost everyday during the summer." It was a good idea to distract her from the issues with her powers.
"What about food. Do you eat well?"
Jean answered, "Yes, I do. We have our own chef in the mansion."
"Have you been ill in the last few days?"
"No, Ms. Sayre."
The history professor was frowning, "Alright, this getting nowhere. I'm just going to come out and say it, Ms. Grey, can you tell me why did you think it was a good idea to send in a telepathic blast in the middle of a classroom filled with students?"
To say that Jean was caught off guard would be an understatement.