Date: Thu, 24 May 2007 17:39:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Playboy Boy <shouldiworry_playboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Should I Worry - Chapter 5

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Extra Info: `...' represents thoughts
		"..." represents normal talking
		<...> represents telepathic communication

Last Time:

"Kyle, I must let you know that all the people in this room will be your
teachers here at the school and it would be much appreciated if you would
respect them and show some courtesy as they will be your superiors." As the
professor finished he had a stern look that told me that he was talking
about Emma.

"Oh well in that case, I best be on my best behavior then." I stated with a
smile and a sarcastic nod. Although the professor didn't think much of it,
I could see that everyone in the room caught what I was doing. Jean once
again had a giggle fit.

We all turned to Jean and she quickly apologized while she tried to subdue
her giggle fit.

I could see how this was going already. I could tell that I had made some
new friends, as well as an enemy. I was waiting to see how I was going to
go about life in the mansion with all the interesting people I was
amongst. At least I had friends, right? Now, to train myself.



Should I Worry -- Chapter 5

Later that evening, at about 7pm, I lay on my bed just staring at the
ceiling of my room. The professor let me go earlier after he had told me
all about the school and about the X-men (the teachers of the school
apparently got dressed in costumes and went out to fight the bad guys... I
got a good laugh out of that) I was then given my class schedule and was
told that I would begin proper training for my telekinesis later that week,
but I would still be having my afternoon telepathy sessions with Jean which
would eventually change to the professor as I progressed.

I was also told about the code names that the teachers/X-men went by. Ororo
was Storm because of her combined elemental powers which gave her global
weather control, Betsy was Psylocke because she was Telepathic and
telekinetic along with some other abilities I can't for the life of me
remember, Logan was Wolverine (what a beastie he was... lol) with super
healing factor and increased senses, Scott was Cyclops (which I laughed at
when I heard) with the ability to shoot optic beams out of his eyes. Then
we came to Miss Frost, the tramp, was a telepath and had some other power,
she was otherly known as `The White Queen', which explained to me what the
hell she was thinking for going all out white (What a joke! Her and her
fake tits!).

I was feeling somewhat guilty. Two days and I had still not phoned home. I
thought this might be a great time to do so, so I pulled out my cell phone
out of my draw next to my bed, switch it on and waited for it to start
up. Once the phone had started up, I saw I had 17 text messages and 4 voice
mails. Most of the messages (about 14 of them) were from my brother. He was
wondering where I had gone to without saying goodbye and that mom had only
told him that I left for boarding school the rest were from my mom, Katie
and John who had wished me luck and requested a call. I turned onto my side
and reached into my side drawer again. I small photo album, which I had
made over the last couple of years, with photos of my close friends and my
family. I looked at the first photo and just stared at it.

It was a photo of my brother and me, we never did quite look alike. You
could see that my brother took after my mom, but me... I didn't look quite
like anyone in the family. There was a sort of resemblance between my mom
and me though. My parents always told me I took after my grand parents, yet
we had no pictures of them so how could I know?

I decided to call home first so I dialed the house number for my mom's
house.

There were four rings before I heard someone pick up.

"What sup?" I heard the loud voice of my annoying little brother, Jake.

"Hey there, shouldn't you come up with a better greeting than that for when
you answer the phone?" I replied into my phone with a smirk on my face.

"Kyle! How are you? Where are you? Where did you go? Why didn't you say
goodbye? Did you get my messages? Is there something wrong with your phone?
I've been worried..." Jake just kept going on, so I had to cut him off
before he put me to sleep.

"Whoa... calm down... I'm doing great, I'm at school, went to school,
didn't get a chance to say goodbye, just checked my messages now which is
the reason I called, my phone has been off the whole time so I didn't know
anyone called." I replied to his questions in the exact order, which he had
asked.

"Why did mom send you off to boarding school? What did you do wrong?" Jake
asked.

"Mom didn't send me off because I did something wrong. I chose to go." I
stated.

"Oh... but why would you wanna leave?" Jake asked in reply.

"It's not that I didn't wanna stay bro, it's just that I was in a kinda
complicated situation and this was the best solution." I told him, hoping
he wouldn't want to know more.

I heard my mom in the background asking Jake who was on the phone and when
he told her it was me, she practically wrestled the phone away from him to
talk to me, or at least that's what it sounded like (like I said before, my
family is far from normal.)

"Hello Kyle! I've missed you so much!" my mom said, gasping for air while
trying to keep my brother away from the phone.

"Hi mom, can you just tell Jake I say bye, please?"

I heard my mom tell Jake that I said good-bye to him and she told him that
he could call me some other time.

"So how have you been honey?" my mom asked.

After a long conversation I finally got off the phone with her and phoned
my friends who missed me dearly and was brought up to date with everything
around town. I missed them dearly, they were all special to me. I finally
got to sleep after about 10pm, my phone's battery was flat and needed to be
charged so I had an excuse to stop talking. I said my good-bye's and was
wished a good time here at my new school.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of my alarm clock and damn was it
annoying. It was Monday morning and my first day of actual school at the
mansion. It was 7am and I was really groggy. It took me about 5 minutes to
completely wake up. I put my hifi on again and made my way to my bathroom
for a shower. I got dressed into a pair of faded blue Jeans, a tight white
short sleeve polo shirt and a pair of Island Style sneakers and styled my
hair into a messy look. I grabbed my bag full of books and headed out the
door (after switching off my hifi of course) after I checked the clock to
see it was almost 8am.

I made my way to my first class and was pleased to see I wasn't late. I
walked into the class which was supposed to be my `mutant relations'
class. The only thing was that it wasn't like any of my previous classes in
my old school. This class was basically a family room with the furniture
moved into a circular fashion facing one point with a desk. It looked very
comfortable, I had to admit.

"Good morning, Kyle. How do you feel this morning?" the professor asked
genuinely interested.

"Morning sir, doing good thanks." I replied and looked around to find a
comfortable looking seat.

I finally found a nice space right in the middle of the chairs and
couches. It was on a good old recliner, which oozed warmth and comfort. The
professor chuckled at my choice and stated.

"I see you have god taste in furniture, something you have in common with
Mr. Allerdyce."

That sparked my attention. He was talking about John. At least I would have
some friends in this class after all, I hoped.

After that, students starting walking through the door and began finding
seats. John came in with his usual crowd of friends which were Bobby,
Jubilee, Kitty and some others. They were all laughing at some joke or
something and they were all coming my way. I looked towards my textbook
which I had taken out of my bag and tried to hide behind it, hoping I
wouldn't be sighted and left alone. However, like most of the plans I had
in life, it didn't fall through. John noticed, as well as Kitty. They
advanced while I contemplated finding another seat. They finally reached me
and started taking the empty seats around me.

`I think these seats were left empty for a reason, I hope I'm not
intruding?' was all I could think as they started taking out their
textbooks.

"Hey you! Didn't think we'd be seeing you in a while," said Kitty.

"Yeah, you keep running away from us and it seems you already made new
friends," stated John, who had taken up the remaining seat next to me on
the warm sofa, with a hint of sarcasm and even a hint of... jealousy? I
guess me and Peter had some effect after all.

I chuckled a bit at their questions.

"I haven't been running from anyone..." and with this I turned to John,
"... and I didn't know we were friends. Sorry if I gave you guys the
impression that I didn't wanna be around you."

"No not at all, Kyle. We're just teasing. It's what we do and of course
we're your friends." Jubilee supplied cheerfully.

I don't think John was just teasing though and for some very obvious
reason, I was doubting the fact that he was completely hetero.

"Oh cool, so I guess I'm in classes with you guys a lot then?" I asked
shyly.

"Let me see your schedule for a minute."

I passed Jubilee my class schedule and waited while she compared our
classes.

"Well, you got extremely lucky." Jubilee said.

"Uh... why?" I asked.

"Because you have the exact same classes as me!" she said proudly.

"Damn! When will the bad luck end?!" I asked myself out loud, which caused
every body in our group to start laughing. Jubilee gave me a slap over my
head and turned back to the front.

"I'll get you for that, just wait and see." Jubilee smiled an innocent
smile, one which you know to be very evil. Two could play at this
game. *evil grin*

We were all laughing again when the professor cleared his throat to get our
attention.

"Shall we begin?" the professor asked rhetorically.

I don't know why teachers always asked that question because they always
just do their own thing regardless of the students' opinions.

"Today we are going to discuss the mutant classing system..." the professor
began.

Usually I didn't care for lectures in class but I doubt I'd get away with
that in this class, not with the professor. There was also the fact that
the topic of the lesson was also interesting. So I paid attention through
out the whole lesson.

The professor explained to us that there were five classes of mutants.

The first class is mutants with physical mutations without any
powers/abilities. Eg, mutants with horns, tails, different skin color,
scales, etc.

The second class is all mutants with the physical mutations as well as
having abilities or physical mutations, which provided a special
ability. Eg, mutants with heightened senses and purple skin with horns (I
laughed when the professor said that) or a mutant with gills or wings.

The third class was a lesser common class than the first two, the third
class consisted of mutants who had no physical mutations but they did have
abilities, which were limited. Normally these mutants were people like
Jubilee, with an ability to fire things from her hands, or mutants, which
could alter shape and forms. Examples of these would be shape shifters.

The fourth class was a rare class, it consisted of mutants with a lot of
power and a high rate of potential power. The fourth class had mutants,
which had abilities that required higher potential. Examples of these
mutants were elementals, telekinetics, telepaths, etc.

Then there was the fifth class. Extremely rare. It consisted of mutants
that had unlimited potential. However, unfortunately class five mutants
were apparently so powerful that they had a history of self-destruction
because of lack of control.

"So you see class, just because you might be in a higher class than another
mutant does not mean you are more powerful. For example, a class two mutant
could easily kill a class four mutant if the class four mutant doesn't have
control of their power and does not know how to defend themselves." the
professor supplied to us. He gave us a lot to think about.

"So now that I've informed you on how to class yourselves, raise your hand
when I call your class. And don't be ashamed, you must never be ashamed."
he stated.

"So who of you are class one mutants?" asked the professor.

About five people in the class raised their hands. One of them had small
horns on his for head, another had a third eye, the next one had a
tail. The other two I couldn't tell what they had because I was distracted
by our group's talking.

"Class two?"

About 10 of the students raised their hands. They had mutations ranging
from gills to extra arms. It was actually very interesting because I didn't
even notice these people before.

"Class 3? Any takers?" the professor asked amused by the class'
cheerfulness. I guess I wasn't the only one enjoying myself.

Eight people raised their hands. Three of them were Jubilee, Kitty and
another girl in our group who I believed was named Rogue.

"And now the more rare class, class 4's?"

There were about eight of us that raised our hands. It was Bobby, John, a
girl named Amara that was sitting with us and talking to the other schools,
me and... Eli. I didn't see him until then. I didn't even know he was here
in the class. He was sitting right on the other end of the class. There
were others as well but I didn't know them.

The professor was looking round at the class fours, but as he looked at me,
his smile faded into something very blank. I couldn't tell what he was
thinking from the look on his face. It was like he zoned out or something,
but he was staring right at me. Everyone in the class became aware of the
professor's silence. They all followed his gaze until everybody in the
class was looking at me intently.

"Is something wrong professor?" I asked. The professor snapped out of his
daydreaming and looked very thoughtful for a moment.

"Sorry Kyle. I just lost my train of thought." he said and turned to look
at the rest of the class. "Ok now and class fives?"

Bobby raised his hand again, looking very proud of himself. We all laughed
at his silliness.

"You may put your hand down, Mr. Drake." The professor said to Bobby then
turned to the rest of us. "As you know, class five mutants are every rare
indeed. I've only come across two class five mutants in my entire life and
another mutant that has so far piqued my interest because I can't determine
their true power and as far as I can see, he is bordering on class four and
five." He paused. "And one of them is in this very school and the other
probable one is closer to you than you may think."

Everybody gasped at that. Could it be possible, a class five mutant here
among us at the school ad also a potential one.

"Who are they?" I asked.

That's when we heard a knock at the classroom door. The door was open so we
could see who it was. It was Jean.

"You called?" she asked the professor cautiously and then looked around to
see the class staring at her. I guess everybody was just jumpy after all
that we've heard about today or probably just about what we had just
discovered.

"Now, let me introduce you to the only certain class five mutant in the
world." The professor stated as he motioned both of his hands towards Jean.

Everybody fell silent. Except me of course. He said 'the only' class five
mutant, but when he told us about them two minutes ago, he said he had come
across two and the other, where's the second?

"Professor, please excuse my curiosity but you said you had come across two
class fives?" I asked attentively.

"The only other class five I came into contact with was through cerebro,
but the person must have died a couple of years ago." He informed me.

Jean had moved into the classroom and had taken a seat on the edge of the
professor's desk. Everybody was still staring at her intently, like she had
dynamite all over her. But she didn't take notice of it, like she was used
to having people gawk at her.

"So, out of everyone in this class besides Miss Grey over here, who is the
most powerful? Who do you think has the most power? Who do you think out
powers the rest of you? Because I can tell you now, that the other
potential class five is among us," the professor asked everybody in
general.

Everybody looked towards Professor Xavier. I thought it was pretty obvious
it was him but I couldn't understand why he couldn't measure his own true
power. Surely, he would know? Right?

"Wrong" was all we heard. We all turned to the person of which the voice
came from and once again, we were all staring at Jean.

"Then who?" asked a girl in the back. The whole class was interested in who
could be more powerful than the professor besides Jean and also be a
potential class five. I was also very interested.

Jean and the professor both turned their gaze to me and Jean spoke out. "I
believe he is sitting next to John."

Everybody looked at Bobby because he was sitting next to John. We all burst
out laughing because we thought it was a joke.

"No, John's other side. Kyle." Said the professor.

Everybody turned to me once again. The expression on my face was
priceless. I was shocked. I knew I was getting stronger and started gaining
more control with my powers but I didn't expect that.

"Kyle? But I thought he had almost no knowledge of how to use his
powers. And how could he be stronger than the most powerful telepath in the
world." Bobby asked the professor in bewilderment.

"Wait, he Jean did mention that he blocked the professor's telepathy when
we first met in the cafeteria." stated Kitty

"Oh, he has knowledge of his power alright. And yes, remember that he
already gained some skill with his telepathy. He did block the professor
out of a telepathic conversation with pure raw power without realizing it
and without any training. As for his telekinesis... he's already doing
molecular breakdowns and reconstruction." Jean supplied proudly.

"Wouldn't that mean he's a class five then?" asked Amara.

"He is bordering on it," said Jean

`Great, I thought I could keep it a secret that I was more powerful than
they knew but now everybody is assuming I'm a class five. I had better keep
quiet about just how much I really can do. And how is it that Jean couldn't
do what I did with the rocks in our little session?'

"Jean, I don't understand. How can you be a class five mutant when I
surpassed your telekinesis in our training?" I asked her, which made
everyone gasp again. I swear these people were going to end up in the med
wing due to deprivation of air in their lungs if they kept it up.

"You see Kyle, my power is complicated. My raw power is hidden so whenever
I need to use great power I have to dig deep and can easily lose
control..." she paused and grimaced at a bad memory then continued,
"... where as you have instant access to your power. I don't." she
explained more to me than anyone else. This class was slowly becoming a
private session between me, the professor and Jean.

Everybody was just staring at me.

"I don't believe it. Prove it!" yelled some guy from the back of the class.

The professor called me to the front. "Mr. Anderson, would you be so kind
as to give us a demonstration of your telekinesis? I trust you can control
your power enough to show a small example of what you've learnt." asked the
professor kindly.

`Now what do I do? Do I show my true power or do I do something simple?
They already know I'm class five, whether they admit it or not.'

I looked around the class for something to demonstrate with, that's when an
idea came to mind.

I closed my eyes and then looked around again. Everybody was waiting for
something to happen.

Suddenly, everybody was lifted two feet into the air. Nevertheless, that
wasn't all. Everything in the room except for the students themselves
suddenly dissolved into what looked like dust. The room was completely
empty except for the class of students. Everybody was staring at me
intently.

"Very good Mr. Anderson. That will do." I turned to the professor and saw
he was looking at me differently. I turned to Jean and she too, was staring
at me differently. I wondered why they were looking at me like that. I
lifted my hand and extended my palm so that I could reverse everything.

That's when I saw it, the reason for all the staring. My skin had taken a
darker tone. It looked very tanned, but that wasn't what caught my
attention. There were veins showing. Not your normal veins, but these
rather big ones that you would normally see on those body builders on TV
who over did it on steroids. It didn't look great to me, it sort of made me
feel sick. I went weak in the knees. The professor and Jean noticed. Jean
quickly spoke up.

"It's ok Kyle, it happens. It'll pass." I turned to Jean after hearing
that. She must know about this and what happens. She is after all, a class
five.

I decided I had had enough. I opened my hand and everything in the room
rematerialized and was in exactly the same position as before. Everybody
gently floated back down to their seats. I felt my power's presence in me
subside. I looked at my arm. I was relieved to see that it was back to
normal.

"Wow, I got it all on video!" said a girl in the back, showing us the
screen on her cell phone. She immediately started to send it to everybody
in the class with compatible cell phones. I just stood there, thinking
about what had happened. I turned to Jean and she gave me a look of
sympathy and understanding.

I then turned to the professor. What I saw on his face wasn't what I had
expected. He had a look of mixed feelings. Thoughtfulness, sympathy,
questionable and then there was fear.

<Will this be how everybody reacts to me?> I sent to Jean telepathically,
with a tear sliding down my cheek. I faced the class of students again,
only to see half of them watching a repeat of what had happened earlier and
the other half staring at me. I wiped the tear away.

"It's just hard for them to understand," Jean told me, speaking rather than
communicating through telepathy.

I turned away. I walked back to my seat, grabbed my book bag and faced the
professor again.

"May I please be excused?" I asked him.

"You may." He replied quietly.

`I hope he will be ok. I could never forgive myself if anything happened to
him. He's all that I have left.' I heard Jean think.

I looked at her questionably and saw that she was staring out of the
window. I shook my head as if I had just taken some medicine, which tasted
revolting.

`Was that my telepathy or just my mind playing tricks on me?' I thought to
myself. I decided I could think about it later. But right now, I wanted to
be anywhere but here.

I left the classroom and headed straight for my room.

As I was near my room, I was surprised to find something unexpected. As I
turned the corner of the passageway and entered the next passage where my
room was located, I saw Peter standing in front of my door with something
in his hands. It was an envelope from what I could see, about A4 size. My
mood suddenly changed from being sad and depressed from the recent event
all the way to cheerful. Peter was wearing some khaki pants, flip-flops
*grins* and tight white shirt. He was about to slip the envelope under my
door when I came up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Why you shouldn't have, Petey!" I exclaimed with the best southern accent
I could muster.

He jumped up and turned around. "KYLE!" he yelped in surprise.

"Expecting someone else?" I asked with my eyebrows raised.

"No, I just wanted to leave you something. I thought you were in class?"
Peter asked back.

I grimaced at the thought of class.

"Yeah, about that. Something happened. Don't really wanna talk about it
either. So, you wanna come in?" I asked him as I moved passed him and
unlocked my door with my key card. (Gotta love the security)

I stood in the doorway waiting for his answer.

"Sure, why not." He said quietly. He came into the room and then I closed
the door.

He took a seat at my desk while I took off my shoes, socks, jeans and
shirt, which left me in my boxers. Peter looked away embarrassed after
staring at my semi nude body a second longer than he should have.

"It's cool, we're both guys. Besides, I'm not showing anything important."
I said to him nonchalantly. "So what do you have for me?" I motioned
towards his hand which had the envelope in.

He handed me the envelope and said. "I just thought you might like them."

I took the envelope and opened it, wondering what he was talking
about. Several sheets of paper were inside it. I took them out and stared
at them in amazement as I looked through them.

They were all sketches of me. They were so well down that it looked like
black and white photos of me.

"They are from each time that I've seen you around the mansion." He
supplied.

I looked through them again. One was me looking back at him with my hand on
a door handle, my eyes made me look like I was love sick and lost.

"Oh my, this was in that passageway where I knocked you over!" I
exclaimed. He nodded.

The next was a picture of me taking a bite of pizza off my tray in the
cafeteria. Then the next was me standing with my tray near him. Then there
was one of me smiling over my shoulder as I was walking out of the
cafeteria.

"I like this one the most," I told him referring to one with me and him
sitting next to each other and me with my hand on his crotch.

He blushed and quickly explained. "I wasn't sure I should let you see this
one, but it meant something to me and thought you would appreciate it."

I raised my eyebrows at that and spoke up. "Meant something to you huh? Was
my hand on your crotch very meaningful to you?" I asked with a teasing grin
as I leaned my face forward a bit.

He was so adorable. Picture this huge hunk at about 6'2" blushing like mad
and looking as if he just got reprimanded by his mother for doing something
naughty.

"Not like that, I know you were only joking with me... but I felt something
when you did that to me... something I can't explain..." he was beginning
to mumble.

"I know what I felt, I felt you get rock hard." I was doing my best just to
smile and not burst out laughing but I was almost losing the battle.

"No... I mean... yes I got aroused... but that's not what I meant... I
meant... argh! I don't know."

He looked so cute rambling on and to make it even more amusing and
amazingly adorable, he had this half certain smile with flushed red cheeks
trying to determine what my reaction was.

"I'm joking, I get what you're trying to say Petey. I understand."

He broke out into a full-scale smile, which looked drop dead gorgeous. I
went over to him and gave him a hug.

"Thanks for these too." I said to him about the pictures. "I think I'm
gonna get them framed and put them on my wall as decorations."

He just broadened his smile. I was wondering how far his smile would go
before his lips would split. I was broken from my thoughts when I
yawned. Peter yawned afterwards.

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"I hope you're not mocking me." I said to him in mock anger.

"No, not at all. I just haven't had much sleep."

"Well I had enough sleep last night but it seems I'm still tired. Wanna
have a slumber party?" I asked with a mischievous smile.

He looked towards my bed then back to me. He then slipped off his
flip-flops next to the desk and said, "Sure."

I smiled and got under the covers since it was a bit chilly in the room, I
noted the air conditioner in the room was on. He just pulled off his shirt
and hung it on my chair in front of my desk then took of his pants and
folded them up and proceeded to put them on desk chair. I, in the meantime,
was checking out his rock hard abs and chiseled chest with great
pecks. When he turned around to put the things on my chair gave me another
great view, this time of his smooth and strong back and his super fine
ass. He finally climbed in under the covers along with me.

I turned to him and smiled. "Do you cuddle?" I asked with hope glimmering
in my eyes.

"I was hoping you would be a cuddler." He replied cheerfully. I could see
the love in his eyes. I couldn't stop myself from thinking.

`This could be the beginning of something great.'

I turned on my side and felt him move up behind me. All I could feel was
his strong chest behind me. He then draped his arm around me and pulled me
into him more. I smiled to myself, thinking how great it felt to be in his
string arms. I could feel his breathing on the back of my neck. I closed my
eyes and the last thing I remember before falling asleep was the touch of
Peter's lips on the back of my neck.



To Be Continued


Let me know what you think and if there's anything you wanna suggest for my
story then go ahead. Your comments and views are well appreciated so don't
keep me in the dark about what you think?

The next chapter should be out by next week or so... no promises... I would
like to recommend a great story or two that are really great and
inspiring... `Mutation' and `XXX men" are the titles, so go and read! They
are awesome...


Other than all of that I'd like to answer some questions that seem to be
frequently asked:

- I'm 18 years old

- This is my first attempt at writing a story and it's also the longest
I've ever written in a story.

- My name is not Kyle, that's just my character's name.

- I don't have any other current stories that I'm busy with, but I'll be
sure to let you know. Although I highly doubt that

- And lastly, I'd like to ask if you could please NOT send me porn pics in
emails. It doesn't tickle my fancy, alright? alright. (you know who you 3
are!)


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