Prompt: You and Scott are close childhood best friends and Peter, who has slowly become another close friend, becomes increasingly jealous of Scott as his feelings for you grow, and keeps pranking him; at least, until you catch him.
You sighed, leaning back in Scott’s car seat. You weren’t sure about this, not at all, even though Scott had explained the this ‘Professor Xavier’ wouldn’t access your mind without permission. You could control your powers decently enough, why did you have to go to this school? You swallowed another sigh, knowing exactly why. You’d known Scott since the two of you were little, not to mention his brother Alex, and if Scott, the most arrogant, hard-headed idiot around was asking her to try this, you’d try it.
You watched the scenery pass, your (Y/H/C) hair whipping around your face. Scott hadn’t told you much about the place, only that it was a school for mutants, like you. You remembered the situation that had made you agree to come in the first place.
You’d been at school when it happened, just trying to walk down the hallway. You were on the phone with Scott when the school’s bitch had walked up and shoved you. Needless to say, your short temper had flared and you’d not only burned your phone to a crisp but also caught yours and the girl’s books on fire. Then you lit her backpack on fire. It hadn’t been the first time your temper had caused you to accidentally light things on fire, but you had insisted to Scott that it would be the last. He hadn’t believed you, and so here you were, riding in a car to a school in Westchester County, New York, with your hands in fireproof gloves. You can’t burn yourself with fire, but burning everything else is a very real possibility.
“You’ll love it, Y/N, I promise.” You look over at Scott, his eyes trained on the road. This was your best friend, and you trusted him.
“I believe you, Scott.”
True to Scott’s word, you did love the school, although it turned out to double as a mansion. You hadn’t been exactly sure what to say when Scott drove up to the place and students had come tumbling out, so you’d merely hidden behind him. You may have a sharp temper and the balls to back it, but you were shy all the same.
You’d slowly opened up due to the combined efforts of Scott and the idiot known as Peter who’d nearly run into you on your first day.
“Is it hot in here, or is that just you?” He’d looked at you with a smirk on his face, and you’d simply grinned slyly, taking off a glove. Your hand burst into flames in front of his face.
“I think that’s just me.”
The two of you had become fast friends after that, although he always got defensive around Scott. You’d shrugged it off as simply Peter being Peter.