A/N: Hey there. This is just a bit of fluff that popped into my head. I liked it, so i started writing some of it. I'm still working on Children of Troy, not to worry, I just had to take a break, otherwise I would have gone crazy. So think of this as my sanity piece. So, for the next chapter, i am taking a poll on what couple you would like poor Jubilee to walk in on next. Leave it in your review or message me, I'll take all suggestions. I'll also take suggestions on another title for this story, as I'm not really liking mine. So anyway, enjoy.

There she was. My best friend, gaudy yellow jacket and all. Only, something was missing. The wicked gleam was gone from her usually dancing eyes. She just stood there, staring vacantly at the floor. She was quiet, not at all like her usual exuberant and boisterous self.

Never taking her eyes off the floor, she made her way over to our table with slow, shuffling steps.

Stopping just short of her chair, she lifted her gaze and looked at me. Her usually warm, dark skin was pale and sallow. The haunted look in her eyes told me everything.

Oh no.

Her drawn lips opened slightly and she spoke words void of any emotion. Scraping past her vocal chords, they sounded harsh and breathy.

"It was Miss Scarlet, in the El Camino with Colonel Mustard and a wrench."

Then, she turned and shuffled out of the dining room, leaving behind a table full of confused and slightly worried teenagers. John was the first one to come out of the trance her appearance had caused. Turning to me, he raised an eyebrow and asked what was on everyone's mind.

"What the fuck was she talking about?"

You see, I was the only one who knew what those mysterious words meant. Those words meant it had happened again.

Awwwww, shit.

Ignoring the questioning looks from the others; I picked up my tray and took off after her.

I just hoped she was not as graphic this time. I was still having nightmares from the last experience.

Two weeks earlier

Okay, I will admit it. I'm not exactly known for my ability to keep things quiet. I can not keep a secret to save my life.

Not one.

Even my own.

It's like there's no censor between my brain and my mouth. I think it, then I say it.

I told Mr. Summers I thought he was sex on legs when I first met him. He was teaching my algebra class and I was fifteen. I really don't know what happened, it just came out.

I announced to the entire school that Kitty and Bobby had finally hooked-up. In my defence, she told me in the cafeteria and it is so not my fault that when I get excited, I yell. She knew that. If she wanted it kept quiet, she should have shut her mouth.

The there was the time I let slip to the Professor that Rogue and I had snuck out of the mansion to sneak into a bar and had gotten completely smashed. I mean, he probably knew already, he's a freaking telepath, but still! He let Ms. Monroe give us a lecture on the "perils" of under age drinking and how lucky we were that nothing happened. Brutal.

Yes, my mouth has gotten me into some very sticky situations.

Like right now.

Right now, I happen to be witnessing a, umm… intimate moment between the resident lovebirds, a.k.a. Mr. Summers and Dr. Grey.

No big deal, right? Just turn around, go back to where you came from, and pretend you never saw it. Have a few bad dreams, or steamy ones (I still think Mr. Summers is sex on legs, but when Wolverine showed up, he won first place and became Mr. Sex in jeans), and get on with life.

Yeah, that would be the normal person's response. Not the Jubilee response.

So, what do I do? Discreetly remove myself? Stand still and watch like a dirty voyeur? No, my friends, I take option D.

"OH MY GOD!!"

Well, that was definitely an interesting way to spoil the mood.

Shit, they don't look happy. Maybe I should go now.

Wait, I can't move…Awwwwww hell. That only means one thing. She caught me. Damn. Things just are not working for me today! I am so screwed.

Okay, girl, big deep breaths, this will all be over with soon. Just don't open your mouth.

" Wow, Mr. Summers, who'da thought? I mean, you could use that thing as a kick stand!"

God damn it! Motor mouth strikes again! Oh, I am not liking the look on Dr. Grey's face. I mean, jealous much? Would serve her right, though. She almost literally threw herself at Mr. Logan when he first came. She had both Wolverine and Mr. Summers wrapped around her finger. Could she be any more selfish? Really, chose one or the other, not both. That's just greedy.

Umm…maybe I should stop thinking before I say anything else that might get me in even more trouble.

" Uh… hey, Dr. Grey. Nice day, isn't it?"

Insert nervous laughter here.

" That it is Jubilee, that it is."

She looks like a cat… a cat about to eat a canary.

"Soooooo…."

" Looking for something, Jubilee?"

Okay, why does she keep saying my name like that?

" Uh, yeah. I wanted to talk to Mr. Summers about the next calculus test. I mean, I really need all the help I can get, numbers just aren't my thing. You know, I really don't see why I'm gonna need all this stuff. It's not like I'm ever going to have to find the derivative of anything in real life, unless for some strange reason….

"Jubilee?"

" Oh, uh, sorry. I'll just go now."

Sonuvabitch, I still can't move. What could she possibly want?

" I don't think so. You see, there's some things we need to…discuss, Jubilee."

Alright, things just got scary. She can be really creepy when she wants to be. New plan: play innocent.

" What things?"

"Oh, I think you know what things, but just to clear things up, you seem to have caught Mr. Summers and myself in a… compromising position. Now, we all know you have a problem keeping private things private, but I think you'll find I can make you an offer you can't refuse."

Oh my God. I just stepped into The Godfather. Gasp, she's gonna have me whacked !

"Okay, alright. Just because I caught you and Mr. Summers over there going at it like horny teenagers… oh, and, by the way, love the outfit. Did you go to Catholic school as a girl or did you buy it off the net? Cause there was this…right. Anyway, just because I caught you and the 'headmaster' over there in the middle of your "discipline" is no reason to have me whacked, okay? I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh my God! Is that what happened to Mikhail? Did he catch you two doing this? You killed him, didn't you? I won't be the first! You sick, sick people! How…."

" Jubilee, calm down. We are not going to kill you. I just have a proposition for you."

Proposition? Okay, a proposition I can deal with…I think.

" If you keep this little incident to yourself, you will have a guaranteed pass in calculus. No matter what..."

Whoa! Yes, thank you!

" ...but, If I hear that you slipped up…well… let's just say that it won't be pretty."

" Are you seriously using extortion on one of your students? What would the Professor think? Not only are you…. shutting up now."

" Good. Now, do we have a deal?"

Oh shit, what do I do? Pass calculus or suffer the consequences… like I really have a choice. I mean, I have to pass calculus, I can't fail, and with my marks the way they are…. But can I do it. Can I really keep quiet? I guess I'll just have to find out.

" Yeah, we have a deal."

"Excellent. I think lunch is almost over. Don't you have English with Ms. Monroe?"

" Oh, shi…. I mean shoot. Yeah. I gotta go. Ummmmm….. You wanna let me go now?"

" Have a nice class, Jubilee, and remember our little discussion."

Oh, thank god I can move again. That was one of the most terrifying moments of my life.

The leader of the mutant mafia is a telepathic/telekinetic redhead. Who'da thought?