I am Peter Parker

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**Charlise Xavier's School. Rogue**

There is an atmosphere of anticipatory tension throughout the school today. Everyone, even those who, like me, were braving it and pretending not to care - were actually on pins and needles too. Some changed their make-up every now and then, going from mature and sexy to cute and naive; some hid behind mundane activities: running, reading and surfing the net, which in fact does not help to hide the inner tension because of the now and then transition to pensive walking, constant flipping back pages with a confused expression, and "random" visits to all kinds of forums with advice and just stories about a chance meeting, and love.

With all that said, I don't think there's even one of us who seriously hopes for anything.

Because of the difference in numbers between the sexes, it's hard for regular girls to find a boyfriend, let alone someone like us? Only some creepy pervert would want to date a mutant girl. Well, at least that's my opinion.

- Hey, what's up, Rogue? Going to the teachers' lounge? - It's really hard for some people to hide their nervousness, Kitty Pryde's got it all over her face. You can even ignore the way she keeps braiding the tip of her brown hair with her finger - Worried? Who do you think will be assigned to whom?

Me, Kiti, Megan, Roberta, Jubilee and Uliana have been assigned to be guest handlers of sorts. Originally, the role was intended for the teachers, but they had enough trouble with us and the X-Men's activities, so the students were put in charge of the boys. We were chosen purely for our looks, none of us look weird or defective. Except Megan, of course. On the other hand, I don't think Fey wings and elf ears would scare anyone.

- Oh, there you are. - Apparently Kitty isn't the only one of us who can't hide her tension. The other girls were waiting for us at the entrance not daring to go in themselves. Even Roberta, as "cold-blooded" as she is, didn't hide her blush at all.

.....

- So what are we gonna do, girls? - Megan started capriciously, after Wolverine said she didn't care who was in charge of who, and handed the choice over to us. - I want either Sang-hyun, because he's yummy, like me, or Alexander, because anime is popular in Russia, and I just ran away from it with my pink hair. Hee-hee.

- Well. I don't mind Arnold. - no surprise there. Kitty looks like someone who dreams of being hugged tightly by someone big.

- I'm not interested in boys, of course, but... - until now I thought Roberta was a pure lesbian. - Korean cuties, quite like girls, so I'm taking Sang-Hen for myself.

- I don't mind, but then my choice is Jude. I'm sure he and I have the most colourful combination! - Jubilee flicked her spiky hair back with her hand and ruffled her boyish hair in embarrassment. Staying smug for long was not her thing.

- It doesn't bother her, but let it be Ricardo. - Uliana threw up a hand, roughly ruffling the long hair on her blonde head. - At least he doesn't look like a homeboy.

After discussing, changing their minds, arguing, and returning to their original choice, the girls suddenly froze for a second, as if remembering something, and then stared at me.

- I don't care. - I don't have to dream about love, not with my power-sucking abilities. - I don't mind taking Parker.

- The four of them seemed oblivious to the last guy, only Kitty got a little tense. Are unremarkable guys really her type?

If I was serious, I'd probably pick Ricardo, I share Ulyana's preference for bad guys. Although, who knows, maybe Parker will surprise me some more....

**Peter**

After a nice meeting at the lodge, the guys gave me a pep talk, but like Jude said, they did it more out of concern for me than professional interest. We were gathered in the lounge, informed of the place where we would be spending the week, filmed our reactions and put in the car where they told us to discuss the next challenge vigorously.

- ... - and what can I do, but my heated discussion went on as it always does.

But I noticed a couple of clouds in the shape of an orange, a ball, a sun, an egg yolk and a coin.... Yes, they were all round. What can I do? The sky is not very original today. But that's all right, as long as my soul is at peace.

Good thing Ripley sent the bum on ahead, or I'd never have peace of mind.

.....

We got there, we saw a huge estate with massive grounds. The lads oohed and aahed, but I didn't so I wouldn't get dizzy all of a sudden.

Then Ripley and the rest of the film crew led us straight inside, where we went through a wide passage, up a grand staircase and stood in front of.... Um... What epithet for "big" haven't I used yet? That's right, we stood in front of a big door. I hope the gigantism ends there, or my vocabulary is starting to lose its massiveness.

- Come in. - From where, after knocking, came a deep voice. Belonging to a woman in a wheelchair - My name is Charlise Xavier. I am pleased to welcome you personally to the school for gifted teenagers.

- А-... - Sasha just opened her mouth.

- I'm a telepath. - Pfft. - Oh, Peter Parker, huh? You don't believe me?

- No offence, but telepaths don't exist. - Whoever's world this is, you got to have boundaries. Talking rats are one thing, telepaths are another.

- Strange, you weren't thinking about anything while you were talking? - which is to be expected. Thought she'd replace the crystal ball with a wheelchair and no-one would think she was a charlatan, didn't they? - Ha-ha-ha-ha. Quack, huh? Try and guess a number from minus infinity to infinity and I'll guess it. - Okay, then. - Minus infinity minus one? Not a stickler for boundaries, I see. Well, sometimes that's a good thing.

- Excuse me, are the boys' rooms ready? - the show's host must have asked, cos she's the only one with a camera besides us. Yes, and...

- Of course. Thirty-seven thousand ninety-two. All rooms are ready and waiting for them to move in as soon as possible. - Okay. - We've also allocated six female students for... Five million ninety-six. In case they need any-- Six hundred and nineteen. In case there are any problems. Of course, and I-- Five thousand seventy-three! My door is always open to them during these-- Eight billion five million days. Sorry, seven days.

Everyone's looking at me funny. Why? I'm not the one parading around randomly guessing numbers. I'll give her credit, though, she's pretty convincing for a charlatan.

- I think the tour-- Five thousand semna-- Enough already! Better give it to one of the teachers.

At the end of her words, a knock sounded in the office.

- Excuse me, Professor Xavier. - A slender red-haired woman with sharp features entered the office. - Oh, am I interrupting?

- No, Jean, you're... Five billion thirty-nine. Perfect timing. Would you... You'd better get Cyclops, she'd better get on with it -

- Don't. - the redhead coldly interrupted the charlatan. - You can leave it to me.

....

- The building is indeed huge, it includes many separate blocks and....

- I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but ... - Sasha started again.

- To simplify, I'm a telepath, almost as much as the professor. And no need to worry, I didn't read your mind, it's just an obvious question. - pfft. - Oh! Peter Parker, huh? You're making a face like you don't believe me, how about a guessing game?

- No, not again. - the guys with the film crew, bye.

- Ninety-seven. What is it, why are you looking at me with such pity?

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- Three hundred thousand. Seven hundred. Eighteen... How many more? - I wonder how they do it. What's the trick? - Five hundred and one. There's no trick!

By now we're alone and going to my room, the others have jumped out earlier, either because they're tired or because they have to work. That's the kind of de-

- They bailed because of you! Because you just can't seem to get it down. And what was that intro?!

- Look, I'm not as good at this whole divorce thing as you are. But I can easily pretend to be a mind reader.

- Go ahead. I'll even come out of your mind. - she challenged me with a raised eyebrow.

- Give me a second. - I put my fingers to my temples. - I can tell you're upset about something, you're nervous.

I can see it in her face, I don't know why she's so tense and nervous, maybe these days?

- Are you gonna be embarrassed that I found out you ate too much last night?

Who among us isn't? Especially those of us who are watching ourselves. An extra calorie is an extra calorie.

- I also see that you have to struggle with your own strength and the guilt behind it.

Power is a charlatan's skill. Guilt is a strong word, but-- Quacks have remorse every now and then, but sometimes they wish they did. No matter what anyone does, they still want to feel good about themselves.

- So?

- I'm not saying anything. - she's kind of distant. Does she really believe in her own delusions? I feel sorry for her. - Here's your room. Have a good evening.

Just as the teacher was about to leave, she saw a girl in the corridor and waved at her.

- Rogue, I'd like you to meet him. He's your responsibility. And I'm sorry for your loss.

Oh, did something happen to the brown haired girl with the white strands? It's got to be personal if she's not saying it out loud in front of me. Then why put her in charge?

Well, a kind soul has given me understanding and care today, so I'll be kind to this Rogue in return.

- Condolences? Oh, and yes, h-hi, you can call me Rogue. - Yeah, it's definitely personal, even embarrassed by my presence.

- Be strong. - I put my arm around her shoulders, and before I could finish my pep talk, she literally crawled out from under me.

- Oh, umm, sorry, don't get any ideas, it's just that my powers are dangerous. Erm... How should I explain it? If you touch me, an exposed patch of skin, you can get really hurt. - I can see why she wears gloves. - Mm-hmm. What the hell were you two discussing before I came over, teacher?

- Hmph, can you imagine, he doesn't believe I'm telepathic. I've done 30-odd numbers and he still can't believe it.

- Oh, yeah. - that Rogue keeps glancing at me, but she doesn't hold her gaze. Is she so embarrassed that her problem was mentioned in front of me? - Um... But if you want to prove you're a telepath wouldn't it be easier to...'' - she pulled a coin out of her black jeans. - Pick something up with your mind?

- Haa... I don't think he'd believe that either, he'd probably say it was a set-up. But okay... - the teacher had no problem lifting the coin with her mind.

- Huh, I guess telepaths can be telepathic after all, huh? - Who'd have thought it? So I was wrong. - Well, nice meeting you, I'm off to bed.

Having discovered something new for the day, I was eager to get to bed, opened the door and went to my room.

- That's it?! JUST LIKE THAT?! - while the teacher shouted something in my back.

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- Oh, there you are. - inside, sprawled out on the single bed, the bastard was waiting for me. - How are we gonna lie down? Go ask for a mattress? Lie on the sofa? Or maybe... - her eyes moistened a little and her cheeks pinked up. - ...Shall we lie down together?

- Ha-ha-ha-ha! - God, the bum's a comedian. - For all the dumping in my house, you will sleep on the floor. You got it?!

- What am I, a dog?!

- And don't you dare sleep on the carpet, I don't want to ruin it!

- Am I worse than a dog?!

**Later in Gina Grey's room.

I couldn't sleep because of what that bloke said, I kept tossing and turning in bed. How did he realise that I had to fight my own strength? Try not to give in to them?

- Peter Parker, huh? Busy boy. - I took a biscuit to my mouth and put it back in the box. - How did he know about that?!

**Same time. Parker's room. Silver.

- Damn it. I can't sleep on this mattress, but I can't sleep. Why?

I know exactly why.

I got up and walked over to the idiot's bed. who sleeps so peacefully, in such an open, inviting position..... And why was it so nice to sleep on his chest?!

He's a complete arsehole! He's always insulting me, shouting at me, and just pissing me off. Although.

It's not like he doesn't have a reason to be mean to me. I invaded his place, I threatened him with a gun, I made a real mess of his house. And he still didn't seriously try to chase me away or run away somewhere, and even, despite all the trouble I caused him, he made breakfast for me too....

It was delicious, tastier than anything I'd eaten in his absence.

- Hmm. - Is he getting cold? I'll adjust the blanket. There, that'll calm my face down.

Stop! What am I doing?!

Why am I staring at his sleeping face?! There really is something wrong with me! I have to pull myself together and come to my senses! I'm thinking and acting like I have a soft spot for this jerk.

- God, it's funny, really. - Covering myself with a blanket and resting on his arm, I said. - STOP! What the hell am I doing?!

- Hmmm?...? Bastard? - my screaming even woke Parker up. - Were you trying to rape me again?

- STOP REPEATING YOUR STUPID JOKES!!!