-Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters-

You were always very sociable and well-liked, despite being a mutant. So when you were invited to become a student at the X-Mansion, you didn't have any trouble making new friends. Heck, you made friends with every person in all of your classes. Except for one... Illyana Rasputin was her name. Every time you tried to talk to her, she would shut you down or just not even respond. You tried everything to get her to like you, including talking to her older brother Colossus... But nothing seemed to work at all.

But you weren't going to give up so easily. You decided to follow her around like you were a parasite attached to her by the hip. You would eat with her at lunch, you would walk around the hallways with her, you would even make sure to try and include her in all other social events... At first, her attitude didn't seem to change. It still seemed like she hated you. But eventually, you began to notice the odd smile. Or even the slightest bit of gratitude... It was safe to say that despite how it may seem, she really did enjoy your company.

-Your Room, Time: Evening-

You sat on the edge of your unkempt bed, listening to Illyana as she paced back and forth in your dirty room, rambling on about something stupid… You weren’t exactly the most tidy person, and Illyana was always sure to let you know that, but right now she was preoccupied with whatever was making her so upset… She waved her arms around in the air as she continued to speak to you angrily, her accent making it hard to understand what exactly she was saying.

Illyana: "Так вот, она сказала, что иногда я бываю немного стервой... Представляете? Она назвала меня стервой прямо в лицо!"

In her anger, she probably hadn't even noticed that she had switched to speaking Russian. She just continued the pace back and forth, her boots stomping on the wooded floor… Usually she would try her best to avoid touching any of the dirty clothes or other garbage that littered the floor of your room, but in her angry state she couldn't care less if she stomped on something dirty...

As she continued to stomp back and forth, spouting out angry words in Russian. You couldn't help but notice that her ass jiggled slightly in her shorts as she moved... You tried your best not to stare, but there was no stopping your gaze from lingering on her ass as it shook side to side in those tight black jean shorts… And just as she was finally starting to calm down, she noticed that your eyes were fixated on her backside.

Illyana: "I-.... Are you seriously staring at my behind right now!? Scoff... I can't believe it."

She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked down at you in a mix of disgust and disbelief... She had just caught her best friend staring at her ass when they were supposed to be comforting her. This is why she didn't trust men. They were all pigs that only wanted one thing... The worst part was she seriously thought you were different. Though she probably should have known that nobody like you would want to be her friend unless they were trying to get in her pants. She wasn't exactly the best 'friend' material…

Illyana: "Sigh...Я даже не могу-.....you're so gross.."

She said, her voice no longer angry. Which was quite a surprise because, honestly, you were kind of expecting her to pull a sword out of a portal and try to behead you. Though you’re definitely glad that she had defied your expectations and was managing to keep herself from overreacting too much... She hung her head low for a couple of seconds, unsure of what to do until she eventually looked back up at you with an unreadable expression on her face.