Hello My Friends!

Probs no one is gonna read this but still it's nice to give an advertisment before somethign actually happens. Speaking of which i have a Sequal (Or however you spell the damned word) coming up adn i decided ot give y'all a little snippet. SO enjoy have fun and wait for a day or two for me ot put up the first Chapter in... (Suspenceful drum roll please)...

ACTIVATED.

-Bishop

"Anastasia!" a male voice called behind me and hands wrapped around my waist. "Hey babe how about we go to the corner over there?"

"Carter!" I shouted hitting my best friend as he chuckled and put me down. I turned to see the lanky ginger behind me. The young Bill Gates smiled at me as the girls quickly dispersed. His IQ was nearing the 160's and he had the humor of a comedian….. That was sarcasm.

"Hey Nat. "He smiled, "Sorry about your friends."

"Totally not my friends." I laughed, "Thank you."

"Hey you looked a tad lonely." He raised his glass and we clinked the plastic together and took long drinks. "Any liquor in that glass?"

"Hell no." I looked up at him and sniffed the edge of his glass. "None in yours either."

"I know damn it all." He rolled his eyes as Tyler walked our way. "Well I must go my princess."

"I'll save you a dance." I called as he retreated into the crowd. Tyler kissed my cheek and dragged me onto the dance floor.

We slow danced for a while until another voice called out his name and he ditched me again. I made my way to the edge of the floor when I heard a voice call I name I hadn't heard in years.

"Antalya."

Oh. Shit.

A hand grabbed mine and pulled me to the floor pulling me close so that if I looked up I could just see the edge of his ear but not his face.

"Just try and look casual. "He whispered into my ear, "Dance and remain calm."

"Calm?" I jerked back and saw who I was actually dancing with. "They sent you?"

The Tall blond boy in front of my blinked sadly and nodded. Well boy isn't a good term. He had grown several inches and his hair had gotten longer. His piercing green eyes were clouded and he had a dash of purple paint on his nose.

"Actually Storm sent me." Maverick Davenport, the boy I fell for and was still slightly in love with, blinked at me and cracked his knuckles.

"You know I hate it when you do that." I put a hand over his own and he sighed turning over his hands and grabbing mine. "What is it Maverick? Was the Professor too chicken to send you himself?"

"The Professor's dead, Antalya." He whispered

BTW it's In Antalya's point of view. I hope you like it when i put it up that is.

until then my friends...