Rogues thoughts. '................'

Chapter 1 running

Of course. How could Ah have been so...so stupid!? Rouge thought bitterly,
as she shoved her hands in her ankle length beige trench coat.

She was walking down the hectic streets of Bayville, hunched over, keeping her emerald eyes on the sidewalk pavement.

'Of course they would go out. Everyone knows that Jean's perfect. How could Scott not want ta go out with her?' A couple frat guys whistled at Rogue as she passed, but she ignored them. She looked up to the sky, past the lamp people, past the lamppost, past the building, and looked up to the quickly darkening atmosphere.

'Jean. Little Miss Perfect. Little Miss Thang. Little Miss Everything. She's everythang but me.'

Rogue usually never took the time for self-pity, but this time, it felt unavoidable. She crossed the street, hoping the other side would have less people on it; she didn't want to risk bumping into anyone.

'But what's the point? Even if Scott...did... like me or somethang, I could neva touch him. But even if we couldn't, I would know...'

Rogue kick a pebble on the ground, which skipped across the pavement before tumbling into the gutter. Rogue kept her head down, not wanting to be noticed, not wanting to be looked at for any reason, just wanting to melt into the scenery.

To be just like a leaf on a tree branch, over looked and unnoticed. To be among millions of ordinary leafs, disregarded, while people gawked at the very few gorgeous blossoms on the tree. But Rogue knew deep down, every time she melted away, she was hurting herself a little more. And the worst part was she didn't care.

'Jean. She's so... boring. Ya always know she's going ta win. Always. She always scores the winning goal. She aces her tests. She's Harvard bound. She's beautiful. Why would Scott pass her up?'

Rogue walked aimlessly down town for some time, not looking where she was going, or even knowing for that matter. Just walking. Then, she felt something catch the heel of her shoe causing her to stumble.

Her arms instinctively lashed out, grabbing a newspaper dispenser for support. Rogue whirled around; ready to glare daggers to anyone who tripped her, but no one was behind her, except for some elderly woman purchasing flowers at a floral stand. Rogue kept the glare etched on her face, but continued walking.

Then, she stumbled again, something catching the heel of her shoe.

"Whoeva the hell you are, ya better hope ya can run faster than I can!" She growled, but not too loudly in case there was no one actually there.

'Maybe I'm, just paranoid.'

She turned around, and came face to face with Pietro, standing less than four inches away.

"Hia-Roguey. Whatcha-doing?" She stumbled back in surprise, falling to the hard pavement. Pietro laughed as if it was the funniest thing he ever saw.

"God damn it Pietro!!" she spat, rubbing her head.

"What? You fell all by yourself. I didn't push you or anything."

"No, but ya...." Rogue shook her head in frustration, "Just leave meh alone."

"Why?" Rogue hauled herself up to her feet.

"Because I said so."

"Just because you say, doesn't mean anything." Pietro replied grinning annoyingly.

"Whateva." Rogue shoved past him.

"So, where you going?" Pietro asked, jogging up beside her.

"Somewhera not here."

"That could be anywhere!!" Pietro laughed, "You could be in Antarctica!! With all the penguins. I love when they slide around on there bellies. How you getting to Antarctica, Roguey?"

"Ah neva said Ah was going ta Antarctica." Rouge muttered, her glare not working on him. She quickened her pace.

"Are you mailing yourself there, Roguey? Buy yourself a big box with air holes. And write Fragile!! Handle with care! Oh, I bet you could get away with that really easy-"

"Pietro!! Why are ya following meh?" She cried out, trying to out walk him.

"Because you challenged me!!" He replied, easily walking faster than her.

"What?" She stopped and stared at him, "I neva-"

"Yeshuh! Yes you did! You said-" Pietro cleared his throat, "Whoeva the hell ya are, ya better hope ya can run faster than I can!!" he mimicked in a high girlish voice.

"What? That was a threat, not a-"

"I don't care! No one challenges Quicksilver to a race!" He impressively pointed his pointer finger high into the air. Rogue almost smiled at his childless.

"Well, tough luck sugah. I'm not in racing mood today."

"Why? Are you sad?" Pietro looked at her, "Poor Rogue is sad. I know! I'll get you a bowl of fruit loops. Those always make me feel better. And the sugar makes me hyper."

'Like he needs it'.

"Why are you not at the Gathering Of The Geeks Institute?" He pressed, refusing to let it go until her had every single detail and was the 'Pietro: Master of All Knowledge and Everything'.

"Ah...just needed some space."

"Why?"

"Ah just did."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Why?"

"Ask meh again and ya'll be missing a vital organ or two."

".......Why?" Pietro asked, his expression begging for chaos. Rogue whirled around.

"Listen. Ya are not my friend. You neva will be. Stop talking to meh like we are!" Rogue turned around, storming back to the institute, not noticing the expression on Pietro's face.

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StArRy1233- Hi there people!! It's me! My sister, hollypotter5253 have teamed up to write an evo fict! Wahoo! Well be switching off every chapter or so.

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