Oh my God, I’m going to hurt the next person I see! fumed the seventeen-year-old as she stormed down a hallway of the mansion. She wasn’t going towards any specific location, just stomping around in her latest frustration. She wanted to go for a run to blow off some steam, but she didn’t know her way around the city yet. That option was quickly thrown out, and the girl settled for the hallways.

The reason she was so furious? Some idiot had decided it would be fun to cut up some of her clothes down in the laundry room. Haylee had left her basket unoccupied for only a few minutes when she ran up to get a leftover shirt from her room, but that was all the time some weirdo needed to mess with her things. Now she had two t-shirts ripped to shreds, and her favorite pair of pajama shorts savagely slashed to near-nonexistence. The culprit? He/she had managed to escape before the pissed off brunette could get her hands on him/her.

Those walking down the hallway ducked away as soon as they saw the murder in Haylee’s face. Fortunately for them she didn’t notice–or notice anything else around her, really–or else they might’ve gotten impaled by the daggers shooting out of her eyes. Some of them were thinking, Man, this girl is always walking around with a death look, cringing as they remembered the last time she had paraded through the halls in this fashion. Her mahogany waves flew behind her as her pace quickened; she really, really wanted to run. Or punch things. Did this school have some kind of fitness room? She made a quick mental note to ask someone as soon as she was done being irritated.

“Who cuts up other people’s clothes? I mean really, what can you get from that?” She muttered as her pace quickened even more. The teen grew further oblivious of her surroundings as she talked to herself, and people had to actually jump out of her way to avoid getting collided into. “Who gets some kind of sick pleasure from slashing garments?” The more questions she asked herself, the angrier she got, and she was already very, very angry.

A young man was sitting comfortably in a chair reading a brick of a book. Despite the actual number of people living at the school, not many people was at the library sucking in knowledge. Turning the page for the 368th time, he decided that his little field trip to the library had come to an end. Looking at his watch he should have come to that conclusion a long time ago. He had been reading for nearly four hours. Almost from the time he woke up, till now.

He got up from his chair, straightened his shirt and walked over to a bookcase a bit further away. It wasn't even necessary to borrow the book, no one even read it, at least it had been there every time he had tried looking for books to read. At first when he had arrived at the school, the shyness got to him. That meant that he was spending most of the time in his room reading. Now that he had gotten used to living there, he would often go around the school not caring about who saw him or didn't. Not that he was often lucky, he had been the day he came to the school. Not only because they had room for him, but he got his own private room. Though a small room, it was his own.


Alexander walked slowly out the door of the library, closing the door quietly behind him. Looking around him, he wondered what he should do next. Going to the living room? Bedroom? Garden? There were many possibilities, but no decision. Continuing his rather slow small steps in the hallway, he could help but to hear from afar, angry hard and quite quick steps echoing through the hallway. Looking from the corned, he saw a rather intimidating Asian girl. Though he didn't know her personally, she had a little reputation on her for being rather short tempered.

Something about how this girl represented herself, by walking angrily in a hallway where other people are innocently trying to walk in. She could at least look where she was going, or who she nearly bumped into before she began complaining about her clothes. "Is something wrong?" He asked the girl politely as she had walked within his range. Though he had already faintly heard her say something about slashing garments. Perhaps she was making an outfit that was better than what she was already wearing, and she accidentally remembered that taste couldn't be bought. Then again, what she was wearing wasn't dead awful, as he had seen people wear much worse. Personal style, and a strange one that needed some getting used to. "You do know that you should perhaps watch where you stomp those hooves of yours. So while you gallop away, perhaps try to lighten your mood, It isn't like you're the only one around here that have bad things happen to them."

The girl had been going about the hallways for some time now, her wrath still not quelled. This was why she wanted to bring her brother’s old punching bag with her, for necessary times like these. Her mother had insisted, “Oh no, it’s too heavy to take with you!” (which was probably true considering how it was almost as tall as Haylee and completely filled with sand) and convinced her not to bring it. She regretted listening.

>>>"Is something wrong?"
It took her a few moments to realize that someone was addressing her, and quickly slowed down her steps. The young man speaking to her was immediately to her left by the time she stopped. As she turned to face the brave soul who dared approach her, she answered with a snappy, “What?” remembering her earlier threat to hurt the next person she saw. Guess who that lucky person was?

>>>"So while you gallop away, perhaps try to lighten your mood, it isn't like you're the only one around here that have bad things happen to them."
Warning, warning. Contents in danger of bursting, aggressive explosion predicted. Warning! Haylee tightened her fists, not necessarily as a violent gesture, but as an attempt to squeeze out some excess fury through her hands. “Maybe you should get out of my business,” she replied with a sarcastic smile, “And stop wearing blue contacts. They make you look creepy.” Oh, yeah, that’ll teach him. Just insult his eyes.

Upon further inspection, however, the teen noticed that the boy she was talking to wasn’t too hard on her eyes, not at all. In fact, he was actually more than a little cute, but she quickly waved the thought out of her head. This was not the time to be flirty, it was the time to be irritated. She continued to give him a withering look, masking her slight attraction.

This was a girl you shouldn't go against unless you had certain skills at maintaining your cool. He could tell by the tense atmosphere she brought around herself. A girl in desperate need for a massage or better yet, anger management. The girls little snappy question remark reminded him of Patsy Stone from the British comedy show Absolutely Fabulous, during the scene where Minnie Driver was at Jeremy's when Patsy was working. Of course you had to leave out the classy drunk British, and insert crazy Asian-American.

It wouldn't be the first time he had stumbled upon people like this. Remaining cool-headed and don't show any signs of giving up, was the right approach against hormonal teenage girls. It wouldn't surprise him if this was because of PMS multiplied with hormonal teenage rage. Such parts of the female anatomy always made him feel blessed about being born a boy.
Alexander crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall. Somehow he couldn't help but to feel that he was at risk of getting a more intimate meeting with her fist.

Perhaps she should stop making her angry face everyone's business instead, just because other people were afraid of dealing with a girl that probably liked Disney Channel more than the real world, didn't mean he was. Apparently this girl thought that by attacking a person's appearance she would win an argument. Gossiping to your friends, and back-talking someone, he had done the same. He could always appreciate when someone tried to criticize him, to better him, another to just blatantly make such remarks about a person to their face a mere minute after first meeting them.

For the first time since becoming a mutant and the short time after that, had he never actually given his eyes much thoughts. Sure he wasn't born with blue eyes, but personally he couldn't exactly see how they were creepy. "You shouldn't make comments about someone before you get all your facts right." He said coldly to the girl. Despite getting the urge to roll his eyes at her and walk away, he stayed put. Alexander couldn't care less about what she thought about his eyes, they made him look much more unique than she would ever dream to. "firstly you might want to take a closer look, because I'm not wearing any contacts. Second, if you are trying to insult me.. you got to try harder than that."

Looking at her, he realised that she appeared to be much more his age than he had first thought. Darned those first glances, angry faces made her look pretty immature and childish. If she was lucky, she could end up at age 30 with a lot of angry lines on her face, so deep plastic surgery couldn't save her. "Anyway.. I couldn't help but to hear your annoying complaints from a mile away, what's this about slashed garments?" Of course he only said this to try to lighten, or make things worse to this whole heated meet and greet.

She never was good at being clever when she was angry. She knew that her little comment about the boy’s eyes was stupid, but at the moment all she had really been thinking about was connecting her knuckles with his face. She wasn’t going to, of course, unless this guy really started screwing with her. Very rarely was she violent for the sake of fury; it took a special kind of person to tick her off that much. Time would tell what kind of person this guy was.

>>>"Firstly you might want to take a closer look, because I'm not wearing any contacts. Second, if you are trying to insult me.. you got to try harder than that."
Haylee refused to take a closer look, but she already knew he wasn’t wearing any. The color of his eyes blended in too naturally (or unnaturally, considering how he was Asian) to be under the influence of colored-contacts. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to deliver to your standards,” the girl replied with even more sarcasm, struggling to keep her voice at a normal volume. The coolness of this guy was irritating her even more.

>>>"Anyway.. I couldn't help but to hear your annoying complaints from a mile away, what's this about slashed garments?"
She narrowed her eyes, a snarl trying to escape her throat. He was really pushing her no-violence limit, and incredibly close to being “that kind of person.” The teen’s hands clenched even tighter as she answered his rudely-put question, “Today someone decided it would be fun to hack some of my clothes to bits. It took them not more than two minutes. Oh yeah, imagine how overjoyed I was to find the remains.”

The brunette grudgingly studied the boy in front of her, noticing that he looked to be about her age. Like mentioned before, he was attractive, the blue eyes his most noticeable feature. He had a hint of an accent in his voice, something very faint but a little familiar. Was it… Italian? No, she would have recognized an Italian accent right away. Something similar, perhaps it was some kind of Hispanic accent.

Alexander realised quickly that if only this girl didn't have this horrendous temper all the time, and if she acted a bit more mature, they could have potential to become friends. He could sniff out her sarcasm from countries away. If there was anything he was good at, it was sarcasm. "You don't have to deliver to anyone's standards, at least not mine." Alexander said in response. Though he knew where she was coming from, he wouldn't back down till she calmed down. It probably meant he would be standing there till her face was wrinkled with anger. At least he could comfort himself that she actually said the words 'I'm sorry' despite the way she said it.

When the girl mentioned that someone had ruined her clothes, he wasn't surprised by the fact that someone actually ruined them. The real surprises was that she actually told him instead of saying something in the line of "That's none of your bleeping business" "Well.." Alexander began. At first trying to come up with a reasonable snappy mean comment about her wardrobe, then deciding that it was better to just get the truth out there. "This is a mutant school." He looked around him, trying to see if there was anyone walking around that could take offence. When seeing no one he continued. "It's not like your average boarding school, or college dorm rooms. That your clothes where ruined, is by my guess either an accident or someone trying to mess your life up by starting small."

Not being a victim to anything like that, he had heard about others. Seeing as many of the mutants here were young, and like this girl here a hormonal teenager, getting a confession for ruining anything was like winning the lottery. "So.. Was the clothes like last year, or did you just buy them?" Alexander couldn't help but to ask, after all his curiosity about the subject was quite big. "Also, you should really relax your body, would you really want to look like that if some mutant came and turned you into a statue?" He said jokingly.

Why was she thinking about accents again? The real question was why this annoying kid was messing with her. He was insulting her and practically begging for her to do something about it, and yet he was asking her about her problem too. It was as if he was trying to be unhelpful and helpful at the same time. It was all quite confusing.

>>“This is a mutant school. It's not like your average boarding school, or college dorm rooms. That your clothes where ruined, is by my guess either an accident or someone trying to mess your life up by starting small."
“If it were an accident, the person could’ve just stayed and apologized. And being a mutant should have nothing to do with purposely cutting other people’s clothes. You can be a regular person and still do that,” Haylee replied, her voice curt and tinged with disdain, “As for someone wanting to ruin my life…I’ve only been here for a week. I haven’t met enough people to make any enemies.” It was true; she had only met a few other students, one of them being her roommate. The other two she had met…well, that was a long story. She almost smiled as she remembered how she had encountered the two teenage boys, but didn’t, of course. How could one smile when there was some pesky guy badgering them?

>>>"So.. Was the clothes like last year, or did you just buy them?"
Uh, what? What game was this guy playing? He was asking about the trendiness of her clothes now? He had just been insulting her! The girl had a sudden urge to laugh at the ridiculousness of the question, but managed to smother a giggle before it escaped. Might as well tell him, then, if he’s so interested. “The two t-shirts were both 'this year', one of them is summer season. As for the shorts–“ the article of clothing she was most indignant about “–they were my favorite pair of pajama shorts from forever ago. They were one of a kind from Korea.” Okay, she could probably go and get a similar pair of satin shorts anywhere, but they wouldn’t be the ones her aunt had gotten for her right before she passed away. That’s what made them so unique. Haylee could care less about the t-shirts…the shorts were what really mattered.

Before she even had time to be sad, the boy made some stupid joke about her body and statues, and she returned to glaring at him. Nevertheless, she complied, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning against the opposite wall, mirroring the young man in front of her. “Why are you talking to me?” The teen asked, a sharp edge returning to her tone, “If you’re just here to insult me and ask me about my clothes then…” Then what? She would return to speed-walking down the hallways? Somehow the idea was less appealing to her now, she would much rather do something more productive. “You don’t happen to know if there’s a fitness center here, do you?”

Alexander wasn't completely sure if she understood how intimidating some people found her. Though they didn't say it out loud, facial expressions would pretty much sum up everything that needed to be said. If it was an accident that her clothes was ruined, who would want to confess anything to someone who looked like she would kill them in a flash of a moment.
"Well, I'm pretty sure there is a rational explanation to this whole mess, mutant or no mutant I agree that one should have the decency to apologize." Saying that he agreed with this girl felt to a vast degree wrong, and Alexander didn't enjoy it one bit. "Some people only need a minute to make an enemy, and some point out people they don't even know to be their 'enemy', just because they don't like the way they behave themselves." That was of course a worst case scenario. Alexander himself had often disliked certain people for the way they chose to behave, and the atmosphere they gave around them. A good recent example, being Carrick.


Oh what a loss, new clothes being wrecked. As they where t-shirts however the loss was a bit less had it been more expensive items of clothing. Then again for all he knew, these t-shirts could be from expensive brands. The last item of clothing had been a pair of shorts, pajama shorts at that. From Korea of all places. Did that mean that she bought them in Korea because she was Korean? "Korea, so you're Korean then? " He asked her out of personal curiosity. Only knowing he was of Korean ethnicity growing up didn't mean much to him. Not knowing Korean, or even his blood family, or even having visited Korea after he was adopted. It had all just made him more curious about his life, who his parents had been, if they were nice people or just random drug addicts.


"I wouldn't exactly put it like that." Alexander began he didn't exactly think he was insulting her any more than what she had done way before he had. Not only had he tried being polite, he had tried very hard at acting nicely as well. It could hardly be his fault that she felt the need to express herself in the manner she did. "I don't find anything I have said to you insulting, if you take it that way, I apologize, and the only reason I am even talking to you is because I was trying to be nice, you being new here and all." It wasn't all true, though some parts had been somewhat true, such as trying to be a little nice. At first he wanted to at least. "Fitness center? at the school?" The only thing he could think of that could come close had been the danger room. Of course they could jog around the school and all, but the training ideas she probably had in mind probably didn't include running around. "I don't know about any fitness centers, but there is always the danger room. People normally use it to train their powers, but I'm sure it can be used as a fitness room as well. Unless you want to pay for some fancy place around the city, then you have hundreds to choose from." One couldn't be too sure, but if the danger room was available, and she was over 16, it wouldn't hurt to try it out. "Why do you ask anyway? Want to get out your frustration over me on some poor punching bag or something? "

Haylee was confused. The guy in front of her was…confusing. He had started off as concerned, then rude, then agreeable, and now he was insinuating that she had a lot of enemies she didn’t know about? It was the most mystifying five-minute-long conversation she had ever had, and she couldn’t tell if she was being messed with or not. She had no idea if she should feel angry or freaked out or neutral or some other emotion. All the girl knew was that she was thoroughly perplexed with the teenage boy speaking to her, and still a bit irritated.

>>>“Korea, so you're Korean then?"
“Yeah, I am,” she replied coolly, but softer than she had before. Perhaps he was too. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t even know this guy’s name. It seemed strange to ask him now, when they had already exchanged verbal blows and informal information. She made a mental note to ask Elizabeth if she knew anything about him later. She also made a random note to find some good Korean restaurants nearby. The seventeen-year-old had only been in New York for eight days but she was already missing her mother’s home-cooking…

>>>“I don't find anything I have said to you insulting, if you take it that way, I apologize, and the only reason I am even talking to you is because I was trying to be nice, you being new here and all."
Haylee gave a snort, “Hm, well I can think of a few things you’ve said to me so far that haven’t been very complimenting…” but she didn’t elaborate. That would show that she had actually paid detailed attention to what he had said before, not that that had particularly affected her anyway. She was too proud of a person to acknowledge what negative opinions people had towards her (but she sure did love compliments). “If this is your nice I’d love to see your mean…” the girl muttered mostly to herself.

Danger room? Is that what that guy Garrett was talking about before? She thought, thinking back to her first day at the mansion. While she hadn’t exactly paid much attention to her guide, she remembered a few snippets of information about helping her mutation control and such that she had inwardly scoffed at. Was the danger room also an exercise room? “I just want a treadmill or elliptical or something, nothing fancy.” Haylee had no need for unnecessary things like gym memberships. All she needed was some running shoes and a reason to move.
>>>"Why do you ask anyway? Want to get out your frustration over me on some poor punching bag or something?"
Ooh, a punching bag would definitely work too. “Actually, yes. A punching bag would be perfect.” The seventeen-year-old said this with absolutely no sarcasm in her voice.