Mis-Trust.
About: Scott and Jean play an awful trick on Rogue, leading to Rogue's quality
of mis-trust. Its Rogue's POV of what happened and what she feels about Scott
now.
(*Note: Remember? Scott was THE first person Rogue ever trusted…)
I emphasize that . at the end of Mis-Trust =)
Author's Note: Uhm…this could get confusing, I switch the past/present around a
lot within the story (hehe…sorry guyz!) but it shouldn't be too bad (lemmi know
if it is –PLEASE). I wrote this cuz I dunno, I feel mistrusted and I can relate
to this a bit.
Disclaimer: Alas...I own no characters! I'll…get over it…eventually
Ah lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Giving off a sigh, ah heard the door
swing open. Turning my head for a glance, ah saw Logan, ah turned my eyes back
to the ceiling.
"How long?" Ah asked, though I probably already knew the answer.
"A week…we'll see when the professor get's back..." Logan said simply, waiting for any response –I kept my eyes forward.
"Dammit…" I muttered to myself, turning over, facing away from him.
I swear, that was the closest I ever came to wanting to put Scott in a coma
–for life.
If ah had the power, ah would've turned Jean and Scott into blind toads and set
them to eating each other. Ah could've addled their heads, corrupting the
insides of their skulls until their brains bled from their noses like bloody
mucus. Ah was so lost in my hate – chilling curses that the sudden appearance
of Kurt jerked me back to reality.
"What do you want?" Ah snapped, not in the mood to talk.
"Calm down sister…how bad vas it?" Kurt asked with a slight roll of his eyes.
"A week." I muttered.
"Vhat?! You'll miss ze dance!" Kurt blurted out.
"Like ah care…like ah was ever going?" I muttered sarcastically, getting off
the bed and heading towards the door.
"I thought you were going vith Scott?" Kurt asked meekly.
"Scott is a fucking jock Kurt. Ah could care less what happens to him right
now." The words hissed and ah clamped my teeth. As soon as ah had said that, ah
wished ah had taken it back.
"So then…he really did trick you?" Kurt asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Everyone thinks ah'm lyin'?" Ah asked, afraid of the answer.
"Afraid so…" Kurt's voice was small, faded…he must've been afraid to tell me.
Ah started out the door…thankful it was only five in the afternoon. "Vhere are
you going?" Kurt called.
"Somewhere to think." Ah muttered, not giving a hint of where ah was headed.
Truth was, ah didn't even know where ah was going, ah just had to get away from
them…It was until Scott and Jean blew it did ah trust them. Now ah was sure ah
was alone…. No, that wasn't quite true…Kurt still believed in me…only because ah
was his sister.
Ah walked on the cracked concrete, staring downwards. Gray clouds masked the
blue skies. Leaves were beginning to fall from the trees and soon there would
be snow covered on the ground. However, it was still warm enough to walk
without a heavy coat. Ah just had pulled on a sweatshirt and was fine. After
walking a few blocks ah stopped at a large park where ah headed towards the
trails.
After walking through the trails in utter silence –it was true, there was not a
single soul on the trails…except for me- thoughts began to seep into my mind.
Ah was mad at Scott, hell ah was mad at the world, but mostly myself. Ah
couldn't understand why Scott wanted to make me feel so inferior. Ah was mad at
Jean too…she let him do this. It was embarrassing –ah was embarrassing.
Jean's meanness had leaked through and it had turned so bad that they wanted to
watch me trip over mahself?! It was sick.
When Scott had asked if ah'd like to go with him to the dance, it caught me
off-guard. Sure, ah guess ah had a bit of a crush on him…who doesn't? But ah
knew it couldn't be true…ah would never find love, ah never will. Ah said yes,
not knowing that this was part of some stupid jest.
Jest is puttin' it mildly…
Within a couple of days, Scott really put in a show…Jean was jealous
–naturally, that was her act. Scott really acted like…like he loved me. That
was the closest ah ever came to trusting him.
Ah swear, ah can never trust anyone like that again.
There was a school play, "A Midsummer's Night's Dream". Scott was supposedly
working on crew…he asked me to stay until practice was over so we could go home
together. It was 9 when they got done…but he never showed up. Ah went down
there and saw Paul just beginnin' to leave…ah asked him if he knew if Scott had
left yet. That's when ah found out…Scott didn't work on crew, never had.
That's when everything struck at once…ah had missed both training sessions, ah
had missed dinner –ah was due back, curfew time was passin' by…ah'd remembered
what Jean had said to me earlier that day… "Know what your priorities are…"
Hot tears began to boil beneath my skin…biting my lip ah willed myself not to
cry. Ah took a quick glance around me…-how long have ah been walking? It
doesn't matter…nothin' matters anymore…thoughts crept back in my mind…
Ah had run back to the mansion as fast as ah could…ah was late, and ah was well
aware of it when ah came in. Jean was crying, Scott's arms around her –everyone
looked pale.
"I totally can't believe you did this!" Kitty had snapped at me, glaring as ah
had entered. Ah was so confused…Ororo had asked me to meet with her. She
explained what had happened…and it was so full of bull shit ah could've thrown
up. Jean had made up some fiction story that ah had ruined her dress for the
dance, ah'd been rude to her all week…plus ah had missed the training sessions
and curfew. Ah had tried explainin' to Ororo that it wasn't true…but the
professor wasn't there, and ah realized no one would back me up.
Ah was so fed up with the world…ah wanted to leave right then…when ah saw Jean
and Scott kissing on the stairwell…that's when ah knew it was over. The cold
gaze in Jean's eyes was all that was left in my love for Scott.
Ah started to head back towards the mansion with the breeze blowing in my face.
Ah still can't believe why Scott did this…ah wonder if he ever did love me…ah
doubt it. Ah'm so fed up with myself, ah can't even think straight. Ah'm
wishin' that this boy still loved me?! Rogue, he hurt you, you idiot…
Ah'm fierce and defiant, but not fully-grown into my strength. Ah live on the
edge of this group, rejected by them in every way, but ah'm forced to go back
because ah'm not strong enough to survive without them…yet.
About: Scott and Jean play an awful trick on Rogue, leading to Rogue's quality
of mis-trust. Its Rogue's POV of what happened and what she feels about Scott
now.
(*Note: Remember? Scott was THE first person Rogue ever trusted…)
I emphasize that . at the end of Mis-Trust =)
Author's Note: Uhm…this could get confusing, I switch the past/present around a
lot within the story (hehe…sorry guyz!) but it shouldn't be too bad (lemmi know
if it is –PLEASE). I wrote this cuz I dunno, I feel mistrusted and I can relate
to this a bit.
Disclaimer: Alas...I own no characters! I'll…get over it…eventually
Ah lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Giving off a sigh, ah heard the door
swing open. Turning my head for a glance, ah saw Logan, ah turned my eyes back
to the ceiling.
"How long?" Ah asked, though I probably already knew the answer.
"A week…we'll see when the professor get's back..." Logan said simply, waiting for any response –I kept my eyes forward.
"Dammit…" I muttered to myself, turning over, facing away from him.
I swear, that was the closest I ever came to wanting to put Scott in a coma
–for life.
If ah had the power, ah would've turned Jean and Scott into blind toads and set
them to eating each other. Ah could've addled their heads, corrupting the
insides of their skulls until their brains bled from their noses like bloody
mucus. Ah was so lost in my hate – chilling curses that the sudden appearance
of Kurt jerked me back to reality.
"What do you want?" Ah snapped, not in the mood to talk.
"Calm down sister…how bad vas it?" Kurt asked with a slight roll of his eyes.
"A week." I muttered.
"Vhat?! You'll miss ze dance!" Kurt blurted out.
"Like ah care…like ah was ever going?" I muttered sarcastically, getting off
the bed and heading towards the door.
"I thought you were going vith Scott?" Kurt asked meekly.
"Scott is a fucking jock Kurt. Ah could care less what happens to him right
now." The words hissed and ah clamped my teeth. As soon as ah had said that, ah
wished ah had taken it back.
"So then…he really did trick you?" Kurt asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Everyone thinks ah'm lyin'?" Ah asked, afraid of the answer.
"Afraid so…" Kurt's voice was small, faded…he must've been afraid to tell me.
Ah started out the door…thankful it was only five in the afternoon. "Vhere are
you going?" Kurt called.
"Somewhere to think." Ah muttered, not giving a hint of where ah was headed.
Truth was, ah didn't even know where ah was going, ah just had to get away from
them…It was until Scott and Jean blew it did ah trust them. Now ah was sure ah
was alone…. No, that wasn't quite true…Kurt still believed in me…only because ah
was his sister.
Ah walked on the cracked concrete, staring downwards. Gray clouds masked the
blue skies. Leaves were beginning to fall from the trees and soon there would
be snow covered on the ground. However, it was still warm enough to walk
without a heavy coat. Ah just had pulled on a sweatshirt and was fine. After
walking a few blocks ah stopped at a large park where ah headed towards the
trails.
After walking through the trails in utter silence –it was true, there was not a
single soul on the trails…except for me- thoughts began to seep into my mind.
Ah was mad at Scott, hell ah was mad at the world, but mostly myself. Ah
couldn't understand why Scott wanted to make me feel so inferior. Ah was mad at
Jean too…she let him do this. It was embarrassing –ah was embarrassing.
Jean's meanness had leaked through and it had turned so bad that they wanted to
watch me trip over mahself?! It was sick.
When Scott had asked if ah'd like to go with him to the dance, it caught me
off-guard. Sure, ah guess ah had a bit of a crush on him…who doesn't? But ah
knew it couldn't be true…ah would never find love, ah never will. Ah said yes,
not knowing that this was part of some stupid jest.
Jest is puttin' it mildly…
Within a couple of days, Scott really put in a show…Jean was jealous
–naturally, that was her act. Scott really acted like…like he loved me. That
was the closest ah ever came to trusting him.
Ah swear, ah can never trust anyone like that again.
There was a school play, "A Midsummer's Night's Dream". Scott was supposedly
working on crew…he asked me to stay until practice was over so we could go home
together. It was 9 when they got done…but he never showed up. Ah went down
there and saw Paul just beginnin' to leave…ah asked him if he knew if Scott had
left yet. That's when ah found out…Scott didn't work on crew, never had.
That's when everything struck at once…ah had missed both training sessions, ah
had missed dinner –ah was due back, curfew time was passin' by…ah'd remembered
what Jean had said to me earlier that day… "Know what your priorities are…"
Hot tears began to boil beneath my skin…biting my lip ah willed myself not to
cry. Ah took a quick glance around me…-how long have ah been walking? It
doesn't matter…nothin' matters anymore…thoughts crept back in my mind…
Ah had run back to the mansion as fast as ah could…ah was late, and ah was well
aware of it when ah came in. Jean was crying, Scott's arms around her –everyone
looked pale.
"I totally can't believe you did this!" Kitty had snapped at me, glaring as ah
had entered. Ah was so confused…Ororo had asked me to meet with her. She
explained what had happened…and it was so full of bull shit ah could've thrown
up. Jean had made up some fiction story that ah had ruined her dress for the
dance, ah'd been rude to her all week…plus ah had missed the training sessions
and curfew. Ah had tried explainin' to Ororo that it wasn't true…but the
professor wasn't there, and ah realized no one would back me up.
Ah was so fed up with the world…ah wanted to leave right then…when ah saw Jean
and Scott kissing on the stairwell…that's when ah knew it was over. The cold
gaze in Jean's eyes was all that was left in my love for Scott.
Ah started to head back towards the mansion with the breeze blowing in my face.
Ah still can't believe why Scott did this…ah wonder if he ever did love me…ah
doubt it. Ah'm so fed up with myself, ah can't even think straight. Ah'm
wishin' that this boy still loved me?! Rogue, he hurt you, you idiot…
Ah'm fierce and defiant, but not fully-grown into my strength. Ah live on the
edge of this group, rejected by them in every way, but ah'm forced to go back
because ah'm not strong enough to survive without them…yet.