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ax_mainIllyana and Tamara meet up, and sparks fly. Literally.
Didn't it just figure?
Illyana's jaw set as she stormed through the halls, silently informing herself there was absolutely no way she was going to cry. Simon knew everything. She'd suspected as much, based on what he'd explained about his powers, but his "we should talk offline" thing had confirmed it. Everything, and his "I'm sorry" didn't make up for that. Not after the way he'd gone on about his privacy and unwillingness to deal with the repercussions of people finding out what he was.
Apparently, that only applied to rich assholes who didn't even have the sense to know that magic was real. Not to her. Which probably also explained why everyone thought he was so brave and so heroic just because he'd come out, while she'd gotten hauled into the Professor's office, again, just for saying she should have left him in Limbo.
Well, okay, she'd also gotten hauled in for having potentially exposed the school blah blah blah, punishment pending have a nice day and don't think about leaving the grounds. Because when Tamara did it online, that was cool and brave and awesome, but when she brought a date to a party? Not so much.
She was already outside before she saw the second object of her annoyance, plopped down with her laptop and apparently preening over her new status as a YouTube Icon. And paused.
"So, you couldn't wow Pyro, so you found yourself a bigger audience? Congrats," Illyana snarked.
Tamara stopped typing mid-comment and looked up, a little bit stunned. "Excuse me?"
"Pretty sure you heard me." Illyana rolled her eyes and started to walk away.
"You're right," Tamara shot back. "I should've said, 'what the hell?'"
Illyana rounded on her. "Listen, dragon princess. Everyone might think you're the greatest right now, but flirting with other people's dates? Not cool. Electric shocking them when they're not impressed by you? Beyond not cool, and damned if I can figure out why you weren't hauled into the office." Granted, she wasn't 100% sure about the electric shock, but it was the only thing that explained why Pyro'd been rubbing his arm when there wasn't a mark on it, considering it'd started right after he'd had his run in with Tamara
"Oh please," Tamara retorted, not missing a beat. She'd dealt with plenty of jealous girls before, and rule #1? Take shit from no one. "Your date was an asshole, and apparently a crybaby too. And y'know what - what were you even thinking, bring him to our super secret mutant school?"
"Hold it - you can broadcast a YouTube video from our 'super secret mutant school'," her tone made a mockery of the words, which - come on, that sounded like something her friends in second grade would have said, "but I can't bring a date? Who's actually, y'know, a mutant? What the hell is the matter with you?"
"I got a genius to make sure the video couldn't be traced, I'm not an idiot. So tell me, what did you do to make sure Pyro wasn't a threat?" Tamara's wings had flared behind her, though she hadn't noticed. "And omg, did you think I was serious about 'super secret mutant school'? I was making a point." She gave the blond a smile that was pure acid. "I can try and use smaller words if you need them, though."
"Thanks, I understand English just fine. Especially when it's spoken by someone with fewer braincells than a first grader." Illyana smiled back, very, very sweetly, though her eyes were hard and had more than a hint of red glowing through. "Let's see if you can understand this. Pyro? None of your business. Stay the fuck away from him, unless you want to take a one way trip to somewhere you'd really prefer not to visit."
Tamara was glaring, but then smirked. She was really getting under this girl's skin. Good. "What, worried you can't keep a loser like that?"
She was not going to transport Tamara to Limbo. She was not. Not after having come straight from the Professor's office. No matter how tempted she was right this moment...no. If for no other reason than Kitty'd probably guilt trip her into getting her back.
Instead, she smiled coldly. "Hey, at least I got him. More than you managed. Or do you normally flirt with guys by electrocuting them, so they'll be too dazed to figure out what a bitch you are? Because he figured it out, just fine."
"Oh sweetheart," Tamara replied, unimpressed with her act. "I didn't want him - you can keep the trash, he's all yours."
Illyana's eyes blazed. "Trash? You're not exactly one to-"
"Hey, what's up?" she heard, and flipped around to see Kitty's boyfriend hurrying over, that stupid grin Kitty was so fond of fading as he caught a good look at her face. "Riiiiight. Please tell me I'm interrupting something? Because it looks like something needs interrupting."
Tamara was still glaring at Illyana. "Just a little argument," she said, voice totally icy and face even. The only signs that something was amiss were the way her wings were flared wide behind her and a spark or two popped from her fingers. "Magik here lost her temper because she thought I was after her date last night. We cleared it up."
"Are you really that - aaarggh," Illyana exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "You know what, Dragoness? You're not even worth it. Enjoy your five minutes of fame and knowing you can't get a guy's attention without shocking him. Literally." She took a step back, called up a stepping disk, and disappeared. Hopefully there wouldn't be anyone up on the roof.
"Umm...yeah." Bobby reached up to rub at the back of his neck. He knew Kitty liked her, but he had to admit, Illyana gave him the creeps. "So...have you had lunch yet?" he asked Tamara. "Because I could use lunch..."
Tamara was still staring at where Illyana had disappeared and marveling at the crazy amounts of jealousy and classic popular-girl-insecurity that she'd just witnessed.
But she managed to turn her attention to Bobby instead. "Sure, lunch. Sounds great." She snapped the laptop shut, tucking her wings to her back again as she stood up. She was still bristling with energy as she joined Bobby.
Didn't it just figure?
Illyana's jaw set as she stormed through the halls, silently informing herself there was absolutely no way she was going to cry. Simon knew everything. She'd suspected as much, based on what he'd explained about his powers, but his "we should talk offline" thing had confirmed it. Everything, and his "I'm sorry" didn't make up for that. Not after the way he'd gone on about his privacy and
Apparently, that only applied to rich assholes who didn't even have the sense to know that magic was real. Not to her. Which probably also explained why everyone thought he was so brave and so heroic just because he'd come out, while she'd gotten hauled into the Professor's office, again, just for saying she should have left him in Limbo.
Well, okay, she'd also gotten hauled in for having potentially exposed the school blah blah blah, punishment pending have a nice day and don't think about leaving the grounds. Because when Tamara did it online, that was cool and brave and awesome, but when she brought a date to a party? Not so much.
She was already outside before she saw the second object of her annoyance, plopped down with her laptop and apparently preening over her new status as a YouTube Icon. And paused.
"So, you couldn't wow Pyro, so you found yourself a bigger audience? Congrats," Illyana snarked.
Tamara stopped typing mid-comment and looked up, a little bit stunned. "Excuse me?"
"Pretty sure you heard me." Illyana rolled her eyes and started to walk away.
"You're right," Tamara shot back. "I should've said, 'what the hell?'"
Illyana rounded on her. "Listen, dragon princess. Everyone might think you're the greatest right now, but flirting with other people's dates? Not cool. Electric shocking them when they're not impressed by you? Beyond not cool, and damned if I can figure out why you weren't hauled into the office." Granted, she wasn't 100% sure about the electric shock, but it was the only thing that explained why Pyro'd been rubbing his arm when there wasn't a mark on it, considering it'd started right after he'd had his run in with Tamara
"Oh please," Tamara retorted, not missing a beat. She'd dealt with plenty of jealous girls before, and rule #1? Take shit from no one. "Your date was an asshole, and apparently a crybaby too. And y'know what - what were you even thinking, bring him to our super secret mutant school?"
"Hold it - you can broadcast a YouTube video from our 'super secret mutant school'," her tone made a mockery of the words, which - come on, that sounded like something her friends in second grade would have said, "but I can't bring a date? Who's actually, y'know, a mutant? What the hell is the matter with you?"
"I got a genius to make sure the video couldn't be traced, I'm not an idiot. So tell me, what did you do to make sure Pyro wasn't a threat?" Tamara's wings had flared behind her, though she hadn't noticed. "And omg, did you think I was serious about 'super secret mutant school'? I was making a point." She gave the blond a smile that was pure acid. "I can try and use smaller words if you need them, though."
"Thanks, I understand English just fine. Especially when it's spoken by someone with fewer braincells than a first grader." Illyana smiled back, very, very sweetly, though her eyes were hard and had more than a hint of red glowing through. "Let's see if you can understand this. Pyro? None of your business. Stay the fuck away from him, unless you want to take a one way trip to somewhere you'd really prefer not to visit."
Tamara was glaring, but then smirked. She was really getting under this girl's skin. Good. "What, worried you can't keep a loser like that?"
She was not going to transport Tamara to Limbo. She was not. Not after having come straight from the Professor's office. No matter how tempted she was right this moment...no. If for no other reason than Kitty'd probably guilt trip her into getting her back.
Instead, she smiled coldly. "Hey, at least I got him. More than you managed. Or do you normally flirt with guys by electrocuting them, so they'll be too dazed to figure out what a bitch you are? Because he figured it out, just fine."
"Oh sweetheart," Tamara replied, unimpressed with her act. "I didn't want him - you can keep the trash, he's all yours."
Illyana's eyes blazed. "Trash? You're not exactly one to-"
"Hey, what's up?" she heard, and flipped around to see Kitty's boyfriend hurrying over, that stupid grin Kitty was so fond of fading as he caught a good look at her face. "Riiiiight. Please tell me I'm interrupting something? Because it looks like something needs interrupting."
Tamara was still glaring at Illyana. "Just a little argument," she said, voice totally icy and face even. The only signs that something was amiss were the way her wings were flared wide behind her and a spark or two popped from her fingers. "Magik here lost her temper because she thought I was after her date last night. We cleared it up."
"Are you really that - aaarggh," Illyana exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "You know what, Dragoness? You're not even worth it. Enjoy your five minutes of fame and knowing you can't get a guy's attention without shocking him. Literally." She took a step back, called up a stepping disk, and disappeared. Hopefully there wouldn't be anyone up on the roof.
"Umm...yeah." Bobby reached up to rub at the back of his neck. He knew Kitty liked her, but he had to admit, Illyana gave him the creeps. "So...have you had lunch yet?" he asked Tamara. "Because I could use lunch..."
Tamara was still staring at where Illyana had disappeared and marveling at the crazy amounts of jealousy and classic popular-girl-insecurity that she'd just witnessed.
But she managed to turn her attention to Bobby instead. "Sure, lunch. Sounds great." She snapped the laptop shut, tucking her wings to her back again as she stood up. She was still bristling with energy as she joined Bobby.
