I Own Nothing, but I sure as hell am gonna try.
Take it from a Southern Girl, I know Southern love'in.
Star Crossed Lovers
"Ugh..." She hated this class. Everyone was talking, the
teacher wasn't teaching, and it was Algebra. "Doesn't really
matter," she muttered under her breath" ah'd be fail'in
anyway, Ah suck at math." Rogue slipped on her headphones and
started blaring music into her already throbbing ears. She
scanned the room to see who was talking to who. That's when
she caught the eye of some guy. His name was Brad, he was
popular, athletic, and handsome, or so everyone thought.
Rogue looked down at her binder, trying to concentrate on the
lyrics she had written down. She glanced up again and
noticed, in disgust, that Brad was punching his friend's
shoulder and getting up to walk over to her. 'Great, here
comes the conceded man whore,' she thought to herself. Brad
shoved the kid out of the seat next to Rogue and sat down
while she rolled her eyes and pulled off her headphones.
"So...um-"
"Rogue."
"Yeah, Rogue. I noticed that you're looking really hot
lately. And that you're different from all the other chicks
in here. So, even though you're a mutant, you wanna go see a
movie? Or even my room if I think the date goes well?'
"Uhhh...Excuse me? What did you just say to me?"
"You wanna go see a movie? Oh, but if you do why don't you
wear someth'in not so black, ok babe? Come on baby, we can
have fun."
'That arrogant little bastard' she thought.
Rogue clinched her teeth. "Get bent, Brad. Ah don't wan' ta
date ya, Ah'd rather die." Thankfully, just then the bell
rang. Rogue got up and moved toward the door and walked out
into the hall, she wasn't hungry but she started walking
toward the cafeteria. Rogue felt someone pulling on her bag,
she turned around and was slammed into the locker behind her.
Brad pushed himself against her, pushing her harder into the
locker. Her shoulders were kill'in her.
"Baby, it don't matter. Why would anyone want a filthy little
mutant like you? You say you'd rather die than date me? Baby,
I'm gonna hold you up on that and much more." He made a move
to touch her cheek, but Rogue moved away. Brad chuckled.
Rogue looked up at him with a fierce look of hatred in her
green eyes. "You ever try to touch me again," she whispered
to him," an' I will kill you, an' much more." She took off
her glove and and lightly touched his arm. Brad blinked and
slightly swayed, trying to keep his balance from his sudden
energy loss. He shook his head to recover. Brad looked at
her, brought his hands down from the wall away from her.
"Freak" he muttered and walked off toward his group of
friends.
Rogue was sick of it. She couldn't go to the principal and
report him, they wouldn't do anything. She did the only thing
she knew to do, she found Ritsy, told her she wasn't feeling
well and left to go to the institute early. So it wasn't the
truth and she could get detention for skipping, what was
another detention to her? Rogue felt that she needed to be
alone and to punch her pillow or anything just to get the
anger out. It was the truth though, wasn't it? Who would want
a filthy mutant?
Review, tell me if it's worth my time to write a next
chapter.
Take it from a Southern Girl, I know Southern love'in.
Star Crossed Lovers
"Ugh..." She hated this class. Everyone was talking, the
teacher wasn't teaching, and it was Algebra. "Doesn't really
matter," she muttered under her breath" ah'd be fail'in
anyway, Ah suck at math." Rogue slipped on her headphones and
started blaring music into her already throbbing ears. She
scanned the room to see who was talking to who. That's when
she caught the eye of some guy. His name was Brad, he was
popular, athletic, and handsome, or so everyone thought.
Rogue looked down at her binder, trying to concentrate on the
lyrics she had written down. She glanced up again and
noticed, in disgust, that Brad was punching his friend's
shoulder and getting up to walk over to her. 'Great, here
comes the conceded man whore,' she thought to herself. Brad
shoved the kid out of the seat next to Rogue and sat down
while she rolled her eyes and pulled off her headphones.
"So...um-"
"Rogue."
"Yeah, Rogue. I noticed that you're looking really hot
lately. And that you're different from all the other chicks
in here. So, even though you're a mutant, you wanna go see a
movie? Or even my room if I think the date goes well?'
"Uhhh...Excuse me? What did you just say to me?"
"You wanna go see a movie? Oh, but if you do why don't you
wear someth'in not so black, ok babe? Come on baby, we can
have fun."
'That arrogant little bastard' she thought.
Rogue clinched her teeth. "Get bent, Brad. Ah don't wan' ta
date ya, Ah'd rather die." Thankfully, just then the bell
rang. Rogue got up and moved toward the door and walked out
into the hall, she wasn't hungry but she started walking
toward the cafeteria. Rogue felt someone pulling on her bag,
she turned around and was slammed into the locker behind her.
Brad pushed himself against her, pushing her harder into the
locker. Her shoulders were kill'in her.
"Baby, it don't matter. Why would anyone want a filthy little
mutant like you? You say you'd rather die than date me? Baby,
I'm gonna hold you up on that and much more." He made a move
to touch her cheek, but Rogue moved away. Brad chuckled.
Rogue looked up at him with a fierce look of hatred in her
green eyes. "You ever try to touch me again," she whispered
to him," an' I will kill you, an' much more." She took off
her glove and and lightly touched his arm. Brad blinked and
slightly swayed, trying to keep his balance from his sudden
energy loss. He shook his head to recover. Brad looked at
her, brought his hands down from the wall away from her.
"Freak" he muttered and walked off toward his group of
friends.
Rogue was sick of it. She couldn't go to the principal and
report him, they wouldn't do anything. She did the only thing
she knew to do, she found Ritsy, told her she wasn't feeling
well and left to go to the institute early. So it wasn't the
truth and she could get detention for skipping, what was
another detention to her? Rogue felt that she needed to be
alone and to punch her pillow or anything just to get the
anger out. It was the truth though, wasn't it? Who would want
a filthy mutant?
Review, tell me if it's worth my time to write a next
chapter.