Class

As the shows changed on the TV and the time kept passing, more and more people were starting to appear within the lounge. Chatter was slowly drowning out the sounds coming from the TV until it was almost impossible to hear what the characters in the show were talking about.

His only saving grace was the fact that the show apparently had English subtitles which helped him focus on the show instead of the ever-increasing head count. He really didn't like attention that was placed on him, thus he avoided interacting with anyone as most were talking with groups.

Harry had no problem with one-on-one interactions but multiple people placing their attention on him was uncomfortable. Yesterday when he had had to introduce himself to a group of people had been nerve wracking.

Yet it hadn't been as bad as it usually was. There were no whispers in his head that time, telling him how to act, what to do. It might have sounded like the voice was trying to help him, until you listened to the actual contents.

Most of the time it was trying to incite violence, to do something to hurt the people looking at him. The whispers made it really hard for him to focus during those situations. Lots of attention really made the dragon within him angsty, it was really annoying.

Most people thought he had trouble with social interaction because of that. Then they acted really surprised whenever they talked with him privately. The one positive thing about it was that he had a doctor's note for avoiding presentations.

But it really wasn't worth the trouble to get only one positive outcome out of it.

There were groups that tried to approach him and talk to the new kid, but he still wasn't used to the absence of whispers and resorted to his usual diversion tactics that worked in getting them to leave him alone.

'I really don't have any excuse to keep doing this.' He thought to himself as another group was successfully diverted.

He rose up from his chair as the clock neared eight, it was almost time for his class to start and it seemed that most people had the same idea as him as the lounge was starting to empty out.

It seemed that Jean had already left with the Kitty girl that had come to talk to her. The girl was basically jumping up and down as she had come into the lounge. How some people were that energetic in the morning, he would never understand.

He kept on walking alone along the hallways towards one of the classrooms Jean had pointed out to him earlier.

The classroom in question was a room that looked like the standard room's in his former school. There were desks with chairs tucked underneath them, a blackboard in the front with a bigger desk for the teacher in the front of the classroom, to the right side.

It seemed that some people had already went in and chosen their seats. He had no idea if there was a seating arrangement, so he asked if such was the case from the blue boy, Kurt, if he remembered correctly.

"Ah, yes. Miss Ororo did assign us seats at the start of the term." Kurt said with a mischievous grin on his face. "There's a free one over there, at the back by the window." He pointed at the desk in the back.

"Thanks." Harry nodded a thanks to the boy and walked over to the desk despite the uneasy feeling within his gut. Something told him that the blue boy was messing with him, somehow.

He sat down two minutes before class was supposed to start, he had no phone to scroll to pass the time and he really wasn't keen to socialize right now, so he just stared out the window. The sun had already risen was lighting up the classroom.

People were slowly starting to fill up the room and Harry noticed that they were all people he had been introduced to yesterday. The classroom wasn't large, but it did fit them all with, what looked to be, a few extra desks.

The last one in the classroom was the sunglasses boy, Scott, if he remembered it correctly. Sticking names to faces really shouldn't have been that hard.

The boy glanced across the room and noticed Harry and started walking towards him. It wasn't a fast walk, but neither was it slow.

Scott reached him pretty fast. "You're sitting in my spot." He said. "That one's free."

He pointed towards the desk in front of Harry.

"Ah, sorry. My bad." Harry said as he rose up. "Kurt said this one was free."

Scott just sighed. "Not your fault." He said. "He likes to do his so called 'pranks'."

Scott waited till Harry had sat down on the desk in front of his before sitting down himself.

"So, how did you end up here?" Scott asked.

At least it looked like he didn't hold any resentment for the new kid stealing his spot, that had happened to him before. It was kind of relieving to know that the kids here weren't that moronic.

"Uh… No offense, but I barely know you."

"Oh, right. Sorry my bad." Scott looked apologetic. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I don't need to know."

There was an awkward silence for a while before Harry tried to break it. Silences were great, awkward ones, not so much.

"Maybe I'll tell you once I get to know you better."

"Right, that makes sense." Scott nodded. "I see you don't have any pencils or the like."

"Do we need them?"

"Yeah, I can let you borrow mine for today." He reached down into his own pencil case that he had brought with him before handing him a pencil and an eraser. "Just remember to give it back after the lesson."

"I will, thanks." Harry thanked him as he turned around because the teacher had entered.

She was one of the people Harry had seen the night his previous life was abandoned. He recognized her from her short white hair. She was still wearing similar black clothes as the previous time he had seen her.

"All right people, I hope you all did the homework I assigned." She seemed to be addressing the whole group but was staring intently at the blue boy who seemed to slightly retract into himself. "Damn it, Kurt."

"What? I was busy, okay?" The boy seemed to have recovered some confidence. "It's not like it was that important, just homework."

"You're sixteen, you still have much more to learn." Ororo glared at Kurt. "You won't be able to graduate if you keep doing this."

Then she turned away from Kurt and looked at the rest of the group even as the blue boy started grumbling to himself.

"All right, then. Jean, if you could collect the homework from everyone." She said towards Jean who sat at the front of the room. Jean nodded in response.

Shortly after a bunch of papers rose up from people's desks as they started floating towards the teacher's hand.

"Thank you, Jean." She nodded towards her. "Now, let's get into the lesson for today."

The next two hours consisted of solely of mind-numbing work. The class was apparently Languages, and it was utterly boring. Half the group agreed with him as they dozed off. Scott behind him was obviously slumped against his desk, half asleep the whole lesson, only awakening for a few moments when Ororo called on him.

The class concluded with a loud sound coming from the book in the teacher's hand. The resulting noise rudely woke up the boy behind him, on account of the thump he heard as Scott fell out of his chair.

There were laughs around them as Scott pushed himself off the floor in confusion and looking at the teacher.

"That's what you get for sleeping in my class." She said as she walked towards him with a stack of papers in hand. "This is your homework."

She took three papers from the stack and handed them to Scott who was looking at them in despair. She then went around the classroom handing out a single paper to each student, except the ones who she had caught sleeping.

"Sucks to be you." Harry smirked at Scott who was looking through the papers with an increasingly haggard expression. "I even tried to help you, but you started fucking snoring."

As the others were starting to file out of the classroom, Scott just slumped over the desk, laying his head on the papers despondently.

"I couldn't help it, okay." Scott yawned. "I was so tired."

Scott pushed himself off and gathered the papers into his bag before starting to walk out with the rest of the group. Harry followed after him.

"What were you doing that you're this tired?" He asked.

"Up all-night doing homework." Scott responded casually, as though it was normal. "Barely got two hours of sleep this time."

"Why didn't you do your homework during the day?"

Scott turned to look at him incredulously "You think I didn't?" He opened his bag to show him the stacks of papers in there.

"Holy fu…" Those were the only words Harry could think of right now. How could someone have this much homework. If this school operated like a normal school, then this was only the second week of school.

"Yeah… It's a never-ending loop." Scott sighed as he closed the bag. "At least Logan doesn't assign homework, but Hank and Ororo are evil."

"It was only a couple of times, for crying out loud." Scott muttered under his breath, but Harry caught it nonetheless, even amongst all the murmuring students walking in the hallway.

"What was?" Harry asked

"Sleeping in class, it always results in more homework." Scott sighed. "I pulled just one all-nighter playing games and now I don't even have two hours of time to spend on them."

Harry patted his shoulder. "That's tough."

"It is." Scott shook his head. "Enough about that. What do you think of the girls in our group?"

"Huh?" Harry was left confused at the sudden question.

"What do you mean, huh?"

"What?"

"It's a simple question." This time Scott sighed for another reason. "What do you think of the girls in our group?"

Before Harry could respond anything, Scott added one more thing. "Except Rogue. Bobby would freeze me if he heard me talking about her like that again."

Scott shivered for some reason, probably recalling being frozen. For a moment, Harry wondered how being frozen would feel before he was shaken out of his thoughts by Scott's hand touching his shoulder.

"I mean, my confused friend." Scott said as he pointed to the two girls walking in front of them. "What do you think of Jean and Kitty?"

"Uh… I don't know about Kitty, but Jean's pretty nice."

"No, no, no. That's not what I'm talking about." Scott looked at him like he was stupid. "You're sixteen dude, you know what I'm talking about."

Harry sighed. Teenagers were all the same regardless of if they were humans or mutants, it seemed.

"They're both very pretty and cute." Harry relented at the questions.

"Right? So, which one do you like more?"

Harry turned to look at Scott with an expressionless gaze.

"Ah, can't decide?" Scott misunderstood him. "Personally, I think I like Kitty more."

"Oh?" That was surprising, Harry thought for sure that he would like Jean more.

Scott turned to him with his eyebrow raised. "What?"

"Nothing." Harry looked away.

"You thought I would like Jean more?"

"Yes."

"I mean, you're not wrong. But it's not liking in the sense that you're thinking of."

Harry turned to look at Scott who was sporting a smirk.

"She's like a sister to me. There's no way I could ever think of her like that."

Confusion must have been splattered over his face because Scott burst out laughing.

"You must be wondering why I asked you what you thought of her?"

Harry just nodded dumbly.

"That's a secret." Scott said with a secretive smile before continuing to make his way towards their next class. "Come on, we're going to be late."