Life as coffee spoons
Love is weird
Life is fucked up
I WILL MURDER ANYONE WHO HURTS MY FAMILY
I will protect them
What kind of school has class seven days a week? The one I volunteered for apparently. I think I could handle this were it not for all the weird food. 8I’m going to murder the next fucker who offers me a crepe.* And what type of school doesn’t have coffee? I would be one thing to hide it from us, but no coffee at all? I tore the fucking kitchen apart looking for some. Were it not for Lydia I might have had to level this place. Or at least hold it for ransom. Maybe I’m just being cynical but I can’t help but wondering what her game is. Everyone has an angle, even a friend.
On that thought. What the fuck is Reme’s game? I’m glad he didn’t just try and jump me the moment we were alone. that would have gone over like a lead balloon. And Reme isn’t really that type of guy. He seems to only be interested in freedom. And sleeping late. But I can’t help feel, considering the fact that he has never even made a move, that he is worried about what I would say. I mean I could be reading him wrong, maybe buying tickets to a metal concert is just his way of being friends. Christ on a bike I hate not being able to lie to myself. Reme is fucking afraid. He can kill a man with a touch but he doesn’t have the balls to make a move. I’m not really in place to have a relationship but this pussyfooting bullshit is getting old.
I guess I am one to talk. I catch Logan drunk and balling what do I do? I’m a bitch and hand it to Lidya because I know she is a busybody. But who am I to judge his coping mechanism. I chain smoke and drink coffee all day. And the fact that neither effect me doesn’t change that fact. I find the longer I am here the less I feel like I need my little foibles. Not going to step them. I enjoy them after all. The thing that really hit me though is that I am starting to realize the effect I am having on the rest of them. It hit me on the way to the concert that Sammy is scared shitless of me. Which normally I would be ok with but as it turns out she isn’t a vapid cunt. She is actually a very smart and sweet person. Which is why now I have to find a way to bring her around.
The other thing that made this really clear is Sam’s little crusade. Let’s march on the headmaster’s office and demand to play hero. Good idea fuckhead. And Lidya pushing my fucking family buttons. That bitch. That whole conversation finally made it clear to me what is bothering me about Xavier. It isn’t that he knows nothing about kids. It isn’t that he doesn’t know how to run a school. It is that the fucker is afraid. He can read our thoughts. He has shown that as long as I don’t push it he can hold in my rage. He is probably the most personally powerful man I have ever met and the fucker is afraid of the normals. He is a Master transcendent and he holds us from our true place because he is afraid. Even Wallace with his misguided ideals of being a superhero knows our place. The on advantage of Xavier’s cowardice is that my new fucked up family isn’t out there ricking itself for a world that hates us. I hate to say it but I’d take a bullet—one that could actually hurt me—for any of them, even Scott. The little shit. The little space shit.
Now all I have to hope is that those normals, I need a new word, don’t take Logan up on the idea of inter-school relations.