Polly was in an all girls gym class so when he tried to walk in and join the class, the teacher quickly sent him away.

After school, Polly and some of the girls were working on some dance for gym class.

"What if we went... Bam.... Then down and around?" Polly asked, doing some moves.
"Like this?" The girl did it.
"OH! How about that but we do this with our hands?" Another girl jumped in.

Down the hall a bit he leaned against the lockers and watched for a moment. She was wearing a necklace, barely noticable but there. He cocked his head to the side as the necklace suddenly wasn't there but rather in his hand as he walked up to the group, "Hey-sorry to intrude but I found this on the floor. Does it belong to any of you?"

The girls all turned. Oh, it was the guy who tried to crash their all girls gym class.

Polly looked over, "Yeah, that's mine." She took it from him, "Thanks." She didn't seem very impressed and turned back to the girls.

"Hey, do you girls like magic tricks?" he asked with a smile, not one to give up so easily.

One of the girls turned, "Look. We have a dance routine to figure out for class so excuse us." The other girls nodded in agreeance. It was clear none of them were impressed or interested in talking to him.

Polly was running through some of the moves as the other girls told him off.

Dance? He actually found himself perking up a little. Perhaps the human race wasn't completely lost, at least they attempted to teach the arts to their offspring. Dance... that was something he could work with, but it was clear that at the moment Polly was not going to be very receptive with all her friends around, at least, not unless he could win them all over at once. So he took a step back for now to see how things played out.

The next day
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Polly arrived at school with Spike and the gang.

Polly's locker was near the gym, where she noticed the deep beat of music seemed to be playing and oddly enough, there didn't appear to be anyone else around.

Polly followed the sound of the music, having grabbed her books for first class.

Only half the lights were up but it was still enough to see. The song was pumping over the speakers and a bunch of the gymnastic equipment was out, probably ready for the first class of the day but only a single person was using it at the moment.
The boy she had met just the other day seemed to getting in a morning work out of sorts. He was moving from one thing to another, barely touching the ground between them and every motion was to the beat of the music. Vaulting over one thing to launch himself up to the rings and bars, twisting and moving with every bit of concentration on what he was doing so that he didn't seem to notice her at all.

He had moves. She'd give him that. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him.

Not just moves, but some of the stunts he was pulling Polly had only seen someone like Beast do before. Then again, it was possible that this boy was simply a world class gymnast/dancer... not likely, but possible. At least, right up until he suddenly noticed her watching, he missed a beat and found himself crashing to the floor. Though he managed to roll he still gave a yelp of pain as he grasped at his ankle. If there was one thing he had learned yesterday, it was how easily mortals injured their legs.

"Are you alright?" She asked, putting her bag down and going over to him.

He winced as he tried to get up but failed miserably, "I... I'll be fine" he insisted a bit anxiously as he decidedly stayed on the floor, "how-how long were you standing there?"

She shrugged, "not long." She took hold of his hand and helped him up. "You'll need to put ice on that. Where did you learn to do that?" She asked, the urge to tell the truth seemed to hit him in the face like a wave.

"Back home" he replied almost instantly, not sure if he was more surprised by the sudden words or by the fact he still called it home, "I spent years perfecting every move."

"Where is home?" She asked, another wave hitting him.

"Asga-" he yanked away from her and stumbled back a little. He really had not expected her power to be so strong on him. "What the hell are you doing to me?" he demanded, a touch of real panic hitting him.

Polly blinked and shrugged, "I haven't the foggiest of what you're referring to but you seem to be fine." She said referring to his leg as he was putting more wait on it then he had a min ago on it.

"You should go to the nurse's office and get some ice for that." She turned to leave.

He was leaning back on some of the equipment as he watched her a moment. He had to get her attention, really get it and now that he knew what to expect from her power, perhaps he could focus more on the truths he could tell her. "You're one of them, aren't you?" he asked before she could leave.

Polly turned, "Excuse me?" She asked, looking rather impressed.

He smiled a little bit again, "I wouldn't tell someone where I'm really from, even if they threatened my life. But you just had to ask, that's incredible." he rotated his ankle a few times before gingerly testing it and cringing a little at it, but it didn't seem to be broken, probably just a light sprain. "Are there others like you around here?"

"Look." Polly put her hand up, "I have no idea what you're talking about and frankly, I don't care." She turned and grabbed the handle to the door of the gym.

With a jump and a swing from the bars he quickly bridged the gap between them and grabbed her image inducer. The image covering her hair flickered and disappeared, "Then why are you wearing this?" he questioned. He thought he had been seeing some sort of illusion, it was really messing with his vision between her and Victoria.

Polly didn't move, her hair turning blue. A few seconds later, she had him pinned to the floor. "Who are you and what do you want!" She demanded, her legs pinning his arms in place as her hands lay on his forehead and tapping into his frontal lube at full power.