Professor Lou slowly worked her way around her desk until she was in front of it. She leaned back, pressing her weight against the desk while she twirled her finger around one of her plants. The class watched as a few new flower buds bloomed, a warm green glow danced around the plant.

Amery mentioned about stealing Professor Lou for a day because apparently she did not have a green thumb and her own plants had died. Bailey was about to ask why she bothered having plants if that were the case, spare the poor things, but Professor Lou continued speaking so he kept quiet.

“The most I can do is grow flowers and heal some minor injuries,” Professor Lou explained, her dark brown eyes looking over the class. “In this class we will learn more about that, about Levels, about mutants, the people who possess them and the basics of it all, honestly. Feel free not to answer but, how many in here are mutants?”

Both Bailey and Amery turned their heads to watch about 21 out of the 50 or so students raise their hands. Bailey wasn’t all that shocked seeing as a lot of people in Mutants Studies tended to have a mutation. Hell, there could have been more than 21 and some just chose not to raise their hands. He wouldn’t have been surprised of that either.

“Terrific, we have quite a lot here with us,” Professor Lou exclaimed, clapping her hands happily as she nodded at the hands that were raised. “I may ask for demonstrations later on but, again, feel free to decline. This class will not force you to do anything you are not comfortable with…except for tests. You’re going to have to put up with those, sorry.”

A few laughs broke across the room before Professor Lou went on explaining the course, much like Bailey’s first professor did. She focused on her plans, attendance, the grading system, so on and, before Bailey knew it, the class had ended.

“Level 2 or not, that’s still pretty cool,” Amery stated at the end of class. She and Bailey were headed to lunch; at least he thought they were. Both were heading towards the Student Center, which held the cafeteria. He was going to ask but Amery was a chatterbox and kept going. “It’s simple but totally cool. I mean, since people with powers like Professor Lou popped up, the amount of deforestation has dropped drastically. Imagine in another 50 years what it will be like. Our air is going to be pure as fuck.”

Bailey snorted at her bluntness.

“Sometimes I think the appearance of mutants was the universe’s way of telling us to ‘stop fucking everything up and use your abilities for good.’”

“You’re forgetting that not everyone does though,” Bailey pointed out causing Amery to frown. She puffed out her cheeks cutely and, much like Bailey did earlier, let all the air out though she sounded far more annoyed.

“Villains are just ungrateful bastards. They should be more outstanding like Scorch and Frostbite!”

Bailey was pretty sure he heard a hint of a girly sigh at the mention of the famous heroes. He gave Amery a look, this look of amusement and ‘I totally heard that loving tone in your voice’ that made Amery giggle.

She waved dismissively at Bailey as if it was nothing and said, “Oh come on, you know they’re both hot. They’re twins, a hot guy and a hot girl, I gotta say we Northeasterner’s have the best of luck in superheroes!”

Bailey rolled his eyes, shaking at Amery’s giggles and slightly flushing face. She pressed a hand to her cheek, pretending to be bashful and batting her eyelashes while staring at Bailey for a response. He looked about, wondering why she wanted a response and in the end…completely agreed.

“I guess they’re both pretty hot.”

“Besides, we should be fascinated by the both of them, they’re Level 9’s. They’re so rare, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, Level 8 to 10 are the rarest.”

A good thing too, seeing as most of them possessed such immense power they could demolish an entire city if they wanted. It was why the Mutant Officer Registry, or M.O.R, was formed. It hired and registered mutants as part of the government or military. The registration process allowed them to fight against other mutants who went rogue or partake in heroic actions that would have required far more work and suffering if not for them as well as allow those with the abilities to do so to complete spy or technological work for the government.

It basically made them Superheroes, which was what everyone called them though the technical term was Mutant Officers but how lame was that? Superheroes sounded way cooler.

“Do you have classes later?” Amery asked when the two of them reached the ttudent center. It seemed Bailey was right; they were getting food. Amery went straight for the pizza shop.

“No, just two on Monday’s but I got work in–” Bailey pulled out his phone to check the time. “About two hours.”

“Oh yeah, where do you work?”

“Cassi’s Café here on campus.” It was actually going to be his first day.

Amery was saying something along the lines of ‘that’s awesome’ but Bailey kind of tuned her out when he spotted a flash of silver out of the corner of his eye. Shaking his head, Bailey turned his head around to examine the freakishly tall guy that had passed him. He recognized that blue uniform even if the top of it was wrapped around their waist, showing the white undershirt instead.

It was that jerk custodian!

The guy was already heading for the steps that lead to the exit. His head was down, focusing on the phone in his hand as he, once again, had his headphones on. There was a mere moment where Bailey felt the urge to shout at the guy and give him a piece of his mind for being an ass before but…he decided against it.

It wasn’t like he would see much of him anyway.