Dedicated to everyone who was reading a good teen love fic and that line pops up and you wanted to tear out your eyeballs.
Cliche
Sometimes, Jean wished she was not telepathic. Usually, these times were when she found it hard to control her powers. Sometimes included today.
Like when she saw Kitty checking out Scott. Her anger at the other female intensified her powers, and she heard that thought. 'Oh my god! I didn't just like think that!' Jean glared daggers at Kitty, but put the valley girl's thoughts out of her mind before said thoughts contaminated her.
A little later, with a slightly stronger telepathy due to a headache, she heard it again. 'Oh man! I didn't just think that!' Her green, left eye twitched. She mentally repressed herself from broadcasting Evan's sick fantasy that had included Rogue and Kitty.
Deciding she needed the silence of her room, she barricaded herself in her room. She took a shower , she dressed in her favorite white teddy bear tank top with peach shorts and green socks,and settled down to watch the Simpsons. Wrapped in her purple blanket, she felt better and the eye tick disappeared.
Then someone knocked. Sensing it was Scott, she got up and opened the door.
She was about to let him into her room when that thought drifted in '...I can't believe I just thought that!' Instead she snarled, "Fuck you and your cliches!" and slapped him with all her might.
"Who honestly thinks that?"
Omake
'Ah did not just think-'
"I dare you to finish that thought." Jean snarled in a Wolverine fashion.
Rogue looked shocking before smirking evilly.
"Fiahne. Ah shoulda fantasized about ya in a white, wet t-shirt and angry months ago."