Rogue's Diary: All this for Jean
By: Ariesque
Story Genre:vHumor
Rating: PG for some language
Disclaimer: The story is based upon the X-Men Evolution series so none of the characters belong to me.
Note: Really, there is no Institute for now in the show, Remy hasn't joined the Institute yet, and he doesn't play the guitar, nor is he with Jean! These are just musing, alright people?! Enjoy the story!
October 16
It seems as if Scott thinks me as toilet paper.
The reuseable kind. (If there is such)
Like today, I was getting my books for History when Scott comes by and asks me how I'm doing. That's the worst pick-up line I've ever heard, but coming from Scott it's like some kind of honor, so I told him I was great, which is a lie, but Scott takes anything literally. So he hangs around me for a while, and you'd think he'd have something to say, but he just leaned on the lockers and watched me take out my books like that was so interesting. So I got impatient and said, "What Summers? Got a problem with how I take my books out?" And he looked at me through those red glasses of his and said no.
Then he paused and started to say, "Would you..." and I really thought he was going to ask me out, but then he finished, "..help me get Jean back from LeBeau."
It figures. Ever since Remy came to live in the Institute with us, he's had the hots for the Redhead, and she totally supported it. Only she didn't play with his feelings like she did with Scott's.
She became his girlfriend.
So now Scott's pissed and he wants her with him. I'd like to say I turned him down and told him off, but I didn't. Turns out he's asked everyone else and they all said to come to me 'cause they knew I'd say yes.
And they were right, too.
The toilet paper gets its first wipe.
October 17
Saw Duncan yelling at Jean today. Her locker isn't far from mine, so I heard every word. It was, of course, about LeBeau. I guess she hadn't told Duncan until today about him, though she's been with LeBeau for a week already. Duncan, of course, was outraged, I guess about the betrayal and the abrupt seperation and he was screaming since he didn't want to break down in tears.
But I knew it was eating him inside.
"LeBeau? What? Why?" Duncan was yelling. I bet if he had a lamp, he'd throw it, but he had his Science book instead and threw that at Jean. She stopped it with her physic powers and placed it on the ground. She looked cool and calm and collected.
And they say I'm scary.
"Duncan, I told you already. You weren't worth the time," she said. Wow, talk about being straight up and flat out brief with the truth. "Remy has a lot going for him. You're just a dumb jock." Ouch.
"But what about..." Duncan was so surprised he couldn't speak. And I couldn't blame him.
"You and Scott are the same," Jean continued, impatiently. "Always trying to get me to do things. It's so stupid, I can't understand why I stuck." Then she walked away. Duncan looked up and I think he saw me staring, so I turned the other way so he wouldn't scream at me.
God, getting dissed by Jean is harder than getting blown in the chest.
That's gotta hurt for a while.
October 18
Scott gave me a note today.
Kitty smirked and I bet Evan commented, but it only asked if I could meet him in the garage so we can talk plans about Jean. I told him that I would, but to save my reputation, spare me the stupid notes.
He considered.
October 19
Scott told me yesterday that I should just look at what Jean likes about LeBeau.
GoD, what a stupid task.
Everyone loves Remy. He's the heart throb of the whole damn Institute.
I think even Xavier's jealous of his charm.
The fact that he can speak French with that Cajun accent is just... as Kitty would explain... like, heavenly!
Good God. He's even got Kitty under his grasp. And she has a boyfriend.
But I'm a good resistance to him. He hasn't talked to me since that encounter which I don't even wanna remember so I'll talk about today.
I watched Jean and LeBeau eat lunch together. A few glances at Scott told that with every bite he took, LeBeau was getting closer to becoming clobbered by Scott himself. Oh the agony. But I'm not the one to gloat.
October 20
Perhaps if I waved something in front of Scott he'd take his eyes off Jean and notice me. But then that thing would have to be about Jean, now wouldn't it?
October 21
Jean caught me looking at her and LeBeau while they walked past me.
She actually waved.
The ignorance is killing me.
October 22
Well, talked to Jean about LeBeau. She told me she adored his cajun accent and card playing and guitar playing (he can play the guitar??) and she ranted on and on until I told her I had to go to the bathroom and never returned.
Scott will pay for making me go under such torment.
Maybe I'll go up there and break that stupid Dave Matthews Band CD he keeps playing.
October 23
Visited Scott in his room today. He told me that the only way to get Remy away from Jean is to make him notice someone else. That wouldn't be too hard. I thought he meant like Rahne or Jubilation, but then he sent ME to LeBeau's room.
Good God.
Later
Well, I hate Scott, but even more, I hate Remy. I was like up there at his room and rapped on his door calling for him to open it so we could talk. He was blasting his rock CDs so I was like Remy! And he was like what? It's me Rogue! And then he was like what's that, so then I just left. Let Summers find someone else to get Remy to like them.
Then again LeBeau's only reachable to Jean.
October 24
Heard Duncan's drinking of depression. Sure it's depression and it's spelled J-E-A-N.
October 25
Today, Remy went up to Scott and said, "Welps hey Summers!Gotta a date for the dance coming up next week?"
God, talk about deliberate.
Well, Scott didn't have anything to say so I spoke for him. "He's going with me," I piped. Remy and Scott looked shocked. I was a bit surprised too to tell the truth.
So that's settled. I'm going to the dance with Scott! But why am I the only one happy about this whole situation?!
October 26
Ran four miles and practiced my butt off on the course. Too tired to write anymore.
October 27
Kurt said Scott is only using me for his liking of Jean. Did I not already know that? But what I don't get is why I'm not long gone from this situation with him, Jean, and LeBeau. Then again, I want Scott to notice me, which he isn't, which sucks. Talk about love being blind.
Later
I told Ritzy what I wrote before and she, rolling her eyes, said, "Who are you referring to again? Yourself?" God, I hate her! But I can't help but know she's right.
October 28
Remy told Jean about Scott going with me to the dance on Friday, and at nutrition, she came to our table and congratulated Scott about moving on.
In front of me.
Scott turned red, and the whole time I noticed he was trying to tell Jean that I had asked him and not the other way around. That really got me mad. I'm still angry, but I can't take it out on Scott of Jean. It is LeBeau who has started this and for this he will pay.
Later
Oh no. I have done the unthinkable. I am damned and may never see the light from outside ever again from my grounding.
I burned them. I burned LeBeau's cards. Every single one of them. In the fireplace when everyone was outside swimming. Sneaked into LeBeau's territorial grounds and grabbed his top drawer which, I know from spying, is filled ridiculously with cards of every brand, but mostly Bicycle I've noticed. Then ran downstairs with the drawer. Felt really stupid about smuggling the whole drawer out, but I wasn't turning back. Not when I was half way down the stairs and dealing with revenge.
Then I rushed down, lit the fireplace, and when I got it really nice and hot, dumped the cards into the orange fire.
It was like burning confidential files, only these were LeBeau's playing cards.
Watched each of them smolter and turn into ash. Then I realised what I had done. Terrible me. Terribly bad me. Rushed back up the stairs, pushed the drawer back into its proper place, and got the hell out of there.
Revenge is paid and now I'm doomed.
Laterer
My blood has curdled for Remy has screamed bloody murder. I am going to Hell for this.
Laterer
The whole Institute is in chaos. I am still in my room, hoping I could be one again invisible so as not to be noticed by any of them, especially LeBeau or Xavier. Thus, if found, may face a penalty of never being able to see the outside again. So I sit and wait and hope that I won't be found out before the dance.Whispers and loud noises are abrood. I will go to bed and hide my diary for it is the only evidence of the burnings.
October 30
Today, I woke and went downstairs as if nothing had happened. Xavier nor Storm was there, but Scott was. We brushed past each other before I heard him muffle about LeBeau's cards and saw him smirk graciously.
"I bet Kurt burned his cards, but I wish I had. The thought would've killed me," he told me, and I took a sip of coffee.
"Is that so?" I asked, almost thanking myself for doing that awful thing.
"But I also wonder who did it," Scott said, and I almost said I did. Almost. I stood there, my mouth open and took another sip.
"Really? I wish I had seen Remy's face when he found out," I said, my voice sinful and sugary. I heard Scott huff and found that he had left the kitchen.
I might be going to Hell, but at least Scott's happy.
And I'm still going to the dance tomorrow!
October 31
Scott's plan for tonight: Keep Jean away from LeBeau.
Later
Well, the night didn't exactly go as planned. I mean, I got to dance with Scott the whole night, but that was his only excuse for getting on the dance floor to step on LeBeau's foot or pull Jean's hair or something absurd. Then when Scott wasn't dancing, Jean noticed he was looking at her (for the one time in Scott's time, she actually notices) while she and LeBeau were dancing, and she practically got her freak on on top of LeBeau, much to Scott's discomfort. It was actually pretty funny, really, seeing Jean, who being Ms. Goody- Goody, doesn't know exactly how to get her freak on, so Remy was prouncing around like he was trying to get Jean off him. Scott, being fed up, called me over during a water break for the DJ (which LeBeau really deserved), and yelled, swore, and cursed me down like it was my fault that Jean doesn't know how to get horny and LeBeau's totally supporting it.
Then Scott told me to ask Remy to dance so he could get a chance to chat with Jean. Funny, I thought I wasn't supposed to come near the guy, especially since I burned his cards the night before. But I did, and asked him to dance while Scott sprung to his feet toward Jean. Jean, seeing him come to her, went the opposite direction.
Well, I'd like to say one thing if at all. Remy was such an ass. He was like who are you? to me, and I rolled my eyes and told him I was Kitty's roommate in the Institute and he mockingly smiled and told me he was only playing and knew who I was.
"Rouge right?"
God, what a shit hole.
"Rogue, genius," I answered as he rose to his feet.
"I was close."
"But no cigar." Very unenthusiastic.
"God, what's your problem?" I got mad and told him that maybe it was that he couldn't get my name right and that he really didn't know who I was, and he was like, huh? So I said, forget it. Then he went off and chased off Scott and left with Jean- Possibly to make out with her, which would piss Scott off even more. But whatever. I just hope I never have to chat with LeBeau ever again.
November 1
Ritzy says that I'm too hyper and blinded by that ray of love which shines from Scott and am too ashamed to admit it.
What does THAT mean?
Well, anyway, Jean woke up at noon today and has been cranky as hell ever since she awoke.
No more late nights for her.
November 2
No one has found out about my irresponsible actions two nights ago. I am lucky if I die with this guilt.
November 3
Went home with LeBeau today cuz Scott had track practice. It was quite awkward since I was originally supposed to walk with Ritzy, but she had detention and I decided to go with Kitty to Paul's garage, but he's annoying (he likes Dave Matthews too) so she told me to go with Kurt. So I did, and it wasn't until he reached LeBeau's truck that I realised that I was going to go home with him and Kurt. LeBeau was of course surprised, but I was tired and climbed into the back so he couldn't refuse.
The whole time we were in the truck, LeBeau and Kurt ranted about the day's antics and told stories and jokes at every stoplight and sign. I was ignoring them, until I heard Kurt say, "Remy, didja know that Rogue also plays the guitar?" and that was when LeBeau looked into the rearview mirror of his truck and gave me a look like he didn't know I was even there until that moment.
"Nope," he said in an indifferent voice that told Kurt he wasn't interested in the subject. So Kurt shrugged and continued talking. So you could understand I was glad when we reached the Institute, where I sprang out the truck and hurried inside.
If I knew what torment was in store for me in that ride, I would've picked Paul's garage over it.
November 4
Today, LeBeau smiled and tipped his hat to Kitty in the hall with me right beside her.
He is such a pimp.
November 5
Scott took me to see a movie, which I thought was a date but he clarified that it was just to spy on Jean and LeBeau. So they ate popcorn while Scott threw popcorn every time LeBeau tried to kiss Jean. But of course they did after the movie (and when Scott ran out of popcorn to throw) so now he's been gloating ever since.
Usually I'd say poor Scott, but... let the man agonize.
November 6
Ran into Duncan today after lunch. He was heading to the principal's office, claiming to have lost a jacket which he would look for in the Lost and Found, but I knew he was going to be reprimanded for getting ratted on drinking booze in the men's room. I know I don't exactly pity people when they're depressed, but Duncan needs help.
And to think. All this for Jean.
November 7
Dinner at seven at Retaurante Piccolo's.
Later
Well, it went considerably well, although the shrimp souffle landed on Scott's head and Jean got her front soaked with ice water. What happened was this:
LeBeau started off the evening with taking Jean's chair out and Scott in turn pouted.
You'd think he'd do the same with my chair and pull it out instead of pout like a frog with a fly stuck down the wrong tube.
But anyway, Ororo and Xavier and Beast discussed politics and the economy while Jean and Scott gave each other glances evil enough to blow each other's head off.
But alas neither of their heads did.
Jean went all out feeding LeBeau the pasta and souffle while Scott cringed and stabbed at his already dead lobster. I kinda joked that it was already dead and he needth stab to kill it again, and he shot me one of his evil glances.
I was hurt, to tell the truth.
So then Scott asks LeBeau for the souffle and after Jean whispers something to him, he makes the bowl blow up in Scott's face.
The table went silent. The souffle dripped from Scott's head as he made a sour face.
Incredibly hilarious, if you ask me.
Then Scott, answering to his anger and reflexes, picks up the water jug and tries to throw it at LeBeau, but gets Jean instead.
Another silence except for me trying not to laugh.
So then Jean starts to pick up dishes with her powers and without any further hesitation, Xavier stops her by saying it was time to go home, and everyone moans since they wanted to see Scott get creamed.
The three of them have probation all week.
not ~FIN~ yet
By: Ariesque
Story Genre:vHumor
Rating: PG for some language
Disclaimer: The story is based upon the X-Men Evolution series so none of the characters belong to me.
Note: Really, there is no Institute for now in the show, Remy hasn't joined the Institute yet, and he doesn't play the guitar, nor is he with Jean! These are just musing, alright people?! Enjoy the story!
October 16
It seems as if Scott thinks me as toilet paper.
The reuseable kind. (If there is such)
Like today, I was getting my books for History when Scott comes by and asks me how I'm doing. That's the worst pick-up line I've ever heard, but coming from Scott it's like some kind of honor, so I told him I was great, which is a lie, but Scott takes anything literally. So he hangs around me for a while, and you'd think he'd have something to say, but he just leaned on the lockers and watched me take out my books like that was so interesting. So I got impatient and said, "What Summers? Got a problem with how I take my books out?" And he looked at me through those red glasses of his and said no.
Then he paused and started to say, "Would you..." and I really thought he was going to ask me out, but then he finished, "..help me get Jean back from LeBeau."
It figures. Ever since Remy came to live in the Institute with us, he's had the hots for the Redhead, and she totally supported it. Only she didn't play with his feelings like she did with Scott's.
She became his girlfriend.
So now Scott's pissed and he wants her with him. I'd like to say I turned him down and told him off, but I didn't. Turns out he's asked everyone else and they all said to come to me 'cause they knew I'd say yes.
And they were right, too.
The toilet paper gets its first wipe.
October 17
Saw Duncan yelling at Jean today. Her locker isn't far from mine, so I heard every word. It was, of course, about LeBeau. I guess she hadn't told Duncan until today about him, though she's been with LeBeau for a week already. Duncan, of course, was outraged, I guess about the betrayal and the abrupt seperation and he was screaming since he didn't want to break down in tears.
But I knew it was eating him inside.
"LeBeau? What? Why?" Duncan was yelling. I bet if he had a lamp, he'd throw it, but he had his Science book instead and threw that at Jean. She stopped it with her physic powers and placed it on the ground. She looked cool and calm and collected.
And they say I'm scary.
"Duncan, I told you already. You weren't worth the time," she said. Wow, talk about being straight up and flat out brief with the truth. "Remy has a lot going for him. You're just a dumb jock." Ouch.
"But what about..." Duncan was so surprised he couldn't speak. And I couldn't blame him.
"You and Scott are the same," Jean continued, impatiently. "Always trying to get me to do things. It's so stupid, I can't understand why I stuck." Then she walked away. Duncan looked up and I think he saw me staring, so I turned the other way so he wouldn't scream at me.
God, getting dissed by Jean is harder than getting blown in the chest.
That's gotta hurt for a while.
October 18
Scott gave me a note today.
Kitty smirked and I bet Evan commented, but it only asked if I could meet him in the garage so we can talk plans about Jean. I told him that I would, but to save my reputation, spare me the stupid notes.
He considered.
October 19
Scott told me yesterday that I should just look at what Jean likes about LeBeau.
GoD, what a stupid task.
Everyone loves Remy. He's the heart throb of the whole damn Institute.
I think even Xavier's jealous of his charm.
The fact that he can speak French with that Cajun accent is just... as Kitty would explain... like, heavenly!
Good God. He's even got Kitty under his grasp. And she has a boyfriend.
But I'm a good resistance to him. He hasn't talked to me since that encounter which I don't even wanna remember so I'll talk about today.
I watched Jean and LeBeau eat lunch together. A few glances at Scott told that with every bite he took, LeBeau was getting closer to becoming clobbered by Scott himself. Oh the agony. But I'm not the one to gloat.
October 20
Perhaps if I waved something in front of Scott he'd take his eyes off Jean and notice me. But then that thing would have to be about Jean, now wouldn't it?
October 21
Jean caught me looking at her and LeBeau while they walked past me.
She actually waved.
The ignorance is killing me.
October 22
Well, talked to Jean about LeBeau. She told me she adored his cajun accent and card playing and guitar playing (he can play the guitar??) and she ranted on and on until I told her I had to go to the bathroom and never returned.
Scott will pay for making me go under such torment.
Maybe I'll go up there and break that stupid Dave Matthews Band CD he keeps playing.
October 23
Visited Scott in his room today. He told me that the only way to get Remy away from Jean is to make him notice someone else. That wouldn't be too hard. I thought he meant like Rahne or Jubilation, but then he sent ME to LeBeau's room.
Good God.
Later
Well, I hate Scott, but even more, I hate Remy. I was like up there at his room and rapped on his door calling for him to open it so we could talk. He was blasting his rock CDs so I was like Remy! And he was like what? It's me Rogue! And then he was like what's that, so then I just left. Let Summers find someone else to get Remy to like them.
Then again LeBeau's only reachable to Jean.
October 24
Heard Duncan's drinking of depression. Sure it's depression and it's spelled J-E-A-N.
October 25
Today, Remy went up to Scott and said, "Welps hey Summers!Gotta a date for the dance coming up next week?"
God, talk about deliberate.
Well, Scott didn't have anything to say so I spoke for him. "He's going with me," I piped. Remy and Scott looked shocked. I was a bit surprised too to tell the truth.
So that's settled. I'm going to the dance with Scott! But why am I the only one happy about this whole situation?!
October 26
Ran four miles and practiced my butt off on the course. Too tired to write anymore.
October 27
Kurt said Scott is only using me for his liking of Jean. Did I not already know that? But what I don't get is why I'm not long gone from this situation with him, Jean, and LeBeau. Then again, I want Scott to notice me, which he isn't, which sucks. Talk about love being blind.
Later
I told Ritzy what I wrote before and she, rolling her eyes, said, "Who are you referring to again? Yourself?" God, I hate her! But I can't help but know she's right.
October 28
Remy told Jean about Scott going with me to the dance on Friday, and at nutrition, she came to our table and congratulated Scott about moving on.
In front of me.
Scott turned red, and the whole time I noticed he was trying to tell Jean that I had asked him and not the other way around. That really got me mad. I'm still angry, but I can't take it out on Scott of Jean. It is LeBeau who has started this and for this he will pay.
Later
Oh no. I have done the unthinkable. I am damned and may never see the light from outside ever again from my grounding.
I burned them. I burned LeBeau's cards. Every single one of them. In the fireplace when everyone was outside swimming. Sneaked into LeBeau's territorial grounds and grabbed his top drawer which, I know from spying, is filled ridiculously with cards of every brand, but mostly Bicycle I've noticed. Then ran downstairs with the drawer. Felt really stupid about smuggling the whole drawer out, but I wasn't turning back. Not when I was half way down the stairs and dealing with revenge.
Then I rushed down, lit the fireplace, and when I got it really nice and hot, dumped the cards into the orange fire.
It was like burning confidential files, only these were LeBeau's playing cards.
Watched each of them smolter and turn into ash. Then I realised what I had done. Terrible me. Terribly bad me. Rushed back up the stairs, pushed the drawer back into its proper place, and got the hell out of there.
Revenge is paid and now I'm doomed.
Laterer
My blood has curdled for Remy has screamed bloody murder. I am going to Hell for this.
Laterer
The whole Institute is in chaos. I am still in my room, hoping I could be one again invisible so as not to be noticed by any of them, especially LeBeau or Xavier. Thus, if found, may face a penalty of never being able to see the outside again. So I sit and wait and hope that I won't be found out before the dance.Whispers and loud noises are abrood. I will go to bed and hide my diary for it is the only evidence of the burnings.
October 30
Today, I woke and went downstairs as if nothing had happened. Xavier nor Storm was there, but Scott was. We brushed past each other before I heard him muffle about LeBeau's cards and saw him smirk graciously.
"I bet Kurt burned his cards, but I wish I had. The thought would've killed me," he told me, and I took a sip of coffee.
"Is that so?" I asked, almost thanking myself for doing that awful thing.
"But I also wonder who did it," Scott said, and I almost said I did. Almost. I stood there, my mouth open and took another sip.
"Really? I wish I had seen Remy's face when he found out," I said, my voice sinful and sugary. I heard Scott huff and found that he had left the kitchen.
I might be going to Hell, but at least Scott's happy.
And I'm still going to the dance tomorrow!
October 31
Scott's plan for tonight: Keep Jean away from LeBeau.
Later
Well, the night didn't exactly go as planned. I mean, I got to dance with Scott the whole night, but that was his only excuse for getting on the dance floor to step on LeBeau's foot or pull Jean's hair or something absurd. Then when Scott wasn't dancing, Jean noticed he was looking at her (for the one time in Scott's time, she actually notices) while she and LeBeau were dancing, and she practically got her freak on on top of LeBeau, much to Scott's discomfort. It was actually pretty funny, really, seeing Jean, who being Ms. Goody- Goody, doesn't know exactly how to get her freak on, so Remy was prouncing around like he was trying to get Jean off him. Scott, being fed up, called me over during a water break for the DJ (which LeBeau really deserved), and yelled, swore, and cursed me down like it was my fault that Jean doesn't know how to get horny and LeBeau's totally supporting it.
Then Scott told me to ask Remy to dance so he could get a chance to chat with Jean. Funny, I thought I wasn't supposed to come near the guy, especially since I burned his cards the night before. But I did, and asked him to dance while Scott sprung to his feet toward Jean. Jean, seeing him come to her, went the opposite direction.
Well, I'd like to say one thing if at all. Remy was such an ass. He was like who are you? to me, and I rolled my eyes and told him I was Kitty's roommate in the Institute and he mockingly smiled and told me he was only playing and knew who I was.
"Rouge right?"
God, what a shit hole.
"Rogue, genius," I answered as he rose to his feet.
"I was close."
"But no cigar." Very unenthusiastic.
"God, what's your problem?" I got mad and told him that maybe it was that he couldn't get my name right and that he really didn't know who I was, and he was like, huh? So I said, forget it. Then he went off and chased off Scott and left with Jean- Possibly to make out with her, which would piss Scott off even more. But whatever. I just hope I never have to chat with LeBeau ever again.
November 1
Ritzy says that I'm too hyper and blinded by that ray of love which shines from Scott and am too ashamed to admit it.
What does THAT mean?
Well, anyway, Jean woke up at noon today and has been cranky as hell ever since she awoke.
No more late nights for her.
November 2
No one has found out about my irresponsible actions two nights ago. I am lucky if I die with this guilt.
November 3
Went home with LeBeau today cuz Scott had track practice. It was quite awkward since I was originally supposed to walk with Ritzy, but she had detention and I decided to go with Kitty to Paul's garage, but he's annoying (he likes Dave Matthews too) so she told me to go with Kurt. So I did, and it wasn't until he reached LeBeau's truck that I realised that I was going to go home with him and Kurt. LeBeau was of course surprised, but I was tired and climbed into the back so he couldn't refuse.
The whole time we were in the truck, LeBeau and Kurt ranted about the day's antics and told stories and jokes at every stoplight and sign. I was ignoring them, until I heard Kurt say, "Remy, didja know that Rogue also plays the guitar?" and that was when LeBeau looked into the rearview mirror of his truck and gave me a look like he didn't know I was even there until that moment.
"Nope," he said in an indifferent voice that told Kurt he wasn't interested in the subject. So Kurt shrugged and continued talking. So you could understand I was glad when we reached the Institute, where I sprang out the truck and hurried inside.
If I knew what torment was in store for me in that ride, I would've picked Paul's garage over it.
November 4
Today, LeBeau smiled and tipped his hat to Kitty in the hall with me right beside her.
He is such a pimp.
November 5
Scott took me to see a movie, which I thought was a date but he clarified that it was just to spy on Jean and LeBeau. So they ate popcorn while Scott threw popcorn every time LeBeau tried to kiss Jean. But of course they did after the movie (and when Scott ran out of popcorn to throw) so now he's been gloating ever since.
Usually I'd say poor Scott, but... let the man agonize.
November 6
Ran into Duncan today after lunch. He was heading to the principal's office, claiming to have lost a jacket which he would look for in the Lost and Found, but I knew he was going to be reprimanded for getting ratted on drinking booze in the men's room. I know I don't exactly pity people when they're depressed, but Duncan needs help.
And to think. All this for Jean.
November 7
Dinner at seven at Retaurante Piccolo's.
Later
Well, it went considerably well, although the shrimp souffle landed on Scott's head and Jean got her front soaked with ice water. What happened was this:
LeBeau started off the evening with taking Jean's chair out and Scott in turn pouted.
You'd think he'd do the same with my chair and pull it out instead of pout like a frog with a fly stuck down the wrong tube.
But anyway, Ororo and Xavier and Beast discussed politics and the economy while Jean and Scott gave each other glances evil enough to blow each other's head off.
But alas neither of their heads did.
Jean went all out feeding LeBeau the pasta and souffle while Scott cringed and stabbed at his already dead lobster. I kinda joked that it was already dead and he needth stab to kill it again, and he shot me one of his evil glances.
I was hurt, to tell the truth.
So then Scott asks LeBeau for the souffle and after Jean whispers something to him, he makes the bowl blow up in Scott's face.
The table went silent. The souffle dripped from Scott's head as he made a sour face.
Incredibly hilarious, if you ask me.
Then Scott, answering to his anger and reflexes, picks up the water jug and tries to throw it at LeBeau, but gets Jean instead.
Another silence except for me trying not to laugh.
So then Jean starts to pick up dishes with her powers and without any further hesitation, Xavier stops her by saying it was time to go home, and everyone moans since they wanted to see Scott get creamed.
The three of them have probation all week.
not ~FIN~ yet