I don't own X-Men Evolution (it breaks my heart to type/say such a thing) ='(

It was just a regular Sunday for Kitty Pryde really. The Students got woke up early by Logan, for a bit of 'light training' in the danger room, get yelled at for not reaching their full potential, which would be shortly followed by a smartass comment from Kurt; something along the lines of:

"Vhat? But oo veally veachs their full potentchel at zevon in zeh mornan ja?"

Which would earn him more early morning training sessions. Then, after a mad dash to the showers, she would do some revision for their chemistry test on Tuesday, before admitting to herself it was a complete waste of time ('I'll, like, never get this useless subject!') She then got a bus ride into town before finding herself at the music store in the mall with the biggest decision of all…which CD to buy.

"Enrique Iglesias or Ricky Martin?" she muttered to herself.

Holding one album in each hand, she held her bottom lip in between her teeth, her vision wandered back and forth between the two CD's not having made her mind up yet.

"Enrique? Ricky? Enrique or Rick…"

She trailed off a sudden rush of wind forced her hair to fall in front of her face blocking her sight. She thought nothing of it and pushed the fallen strand out of her face. She finally decided on the 'Hero' singer.

"Well, well, well! Got a Latino beat this week Kitty-cat?"

She'd know that voice anywhere with its unnaturally quick pace, sarcastic tone and plain annoyance. She turned around, confirmed she was talking to the speedster himself and frowned.

"What do you want twinkle toes?"

He raised his hand to his heart in mock hurt.

"Oww! You wound me with your killer claws kitten. But really, don't shoot the messenger."

She raised an eyebrow; curious,

"Messenger?"

"Yeap! Yeap! Yeap!"

He started wagging his finger at her in the process. Had he always started his sentences in groups of three?

"Alvers has been calling you. Continuously. Running up our phone bill. Limited money, you know? But since youuuuuu" He took this moment to poke her in the forehead. "Won't answer his calls. He made me come allllll the way down here to ask you to talk to him! 'Cause he's a love sick puppy who misses his kitty."

He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye before smirking.

She made a scoffing sound in the back of her throat. Lance; what an idiot; she told him it was over a month and a half ago, what did she have to do to get him to get the message? Hot wire his jeep and crash it into a wall?

"Well thanks, but no thanks, quickstupid. But it's over." She started raising her hand as if to stop the could be argument of: "call him-no-call him-no"

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed dramatically.

"Oh well! Can't say I didn't try!" And, with that said, he ran off, leaving a medium=sized wind messing up her hair once more. Damn him and his stupid super-sonic speed.

"Stupid quiksilver" she muttered once again, removing her hair from her face.

"Maybe I could run him over with the jeep."

The thought made her giggle.