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A/N: I had a creative bug that I had to get off my chest. Still working on my other stories. I will come back to this one but later. If you like it, review. if you don't like it, review. Any ideas, review. You get my point.
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November 8th (3 years ago)
2:24 PM CST
She walked outside the store to the bench next to the bus stop. Those entering were giving her dirty looks. They had seen her on the news and stories had been passed around town like wildfire. The devil child had been disowned by her family after pushing town starchild, Cody Robbins, to a coma. She was one of those mutant freaks. I mean it wasn't hard to ID her. The only known mutant in the town and on the news, plus the distinguishable mark: white bangs that highlighted the front half of her hair.
Ever since those other mutants had chased her around she had been on edge. Her gut couldn't be trusted as even it didn't quite know what was best for her or even what she wanted. And her logic was out the window; it was controlled solely by her emotions. That's why she was a bottle of nerves now. She had tried to avoid shopping at all costs, but her dangerously low levels of food had forced her to make an emergency trip. With Destiny being blind, she had to do so, but that didn't mean she hated it any less. She knew the people in the shop wouldn't greet her with open arms, but what she got was far worse. The derogative comments, the blatant ill will, and the far from satisfactory service. Had the cashier had a mutant ability, she would have spontaneously combusted right there in line. She had to get out of this backwater state, out of Caldecott County, and into the big city. She had overheard talk on the phone about it happening sometime soon, but she was still here for now.
The guy racking the carts walked past her placing the carts in their respective slot in the store. He walked back out, staring her down as he did. It was different kind of stare. It was a look of concern instead of malice. While it was a pleasant change in the status quo, it still warranted some feelings of reservation.
"Hey, you looking for the van that rolls through here?"
"Yeah," she said shifting her bags uncomfortably.
"You know you just missed it?"
"What? Really?"
"Yeah, sat here a couple minutes then took off."
She sat there seething. The ride itself was half an hour. Now she would be stuck here another hour as the bus made its rounds. The wheels in her head started turning debating the trek home or killing the time here. Emotions fueled her as she began the journey home on foot. Each step was taken in anger and discontent.
"I can't believe it left me. The bus driver knew someone had gotten off here. I bet it was because he knows I'm a mutant. I swear the ignorance of people in this town."
She muddled in her thoughts as she trudged on with her bags in tow. The gray sky looked as if it was holding back a terrible storm. She thanked God for that, seemingly to soon as a hole split her bag in half at the bottom, all the contents spilling on the ground.
"You've got to be kidding me."
She bent down to pick them up, placing them in her other bag. As she placed the last item in she rose once more to find that nothing had followed her off the ground. Both bags had ripped.
"Why me? Don't I have enough trouble without this?"
She grabbed all the items and placed them under her arms, starting again on her trip. She looked around her for something, anything to take her mind off her present situation. And it seemed to work. The cars rolled by oblivious to the girl on the sidewalk next to them. So much so, as she turned to cross an intersection, one cut her off, drowning her and her food items in dirty street water. Her mouth dropped in total disgust and shock soon followed by a string of curses. The day couldn't get any worse. She still had to get home. The further she went, the worse this decision seemed.
Passing the intersection, she traversed the seemingly endless expanse to her "home." Hopefully Destiny didn't have a problem with street flavored bread. The cars continued to roll by not noticing her in the least. She had secretly hoped someone would ask her for a ride, but she knew it was a long shot with her reputation. That's when the car closest to the curb began to slow as the window rolled down. She began to tense up, ready to run if the situation deemed it necessary.
"Hey. You need a ride?"
"Yes!" Again, emotions had superseded logic and instinctual feelings. She knew nothing of this guy. For all she could prove he was a serial killer, but she didn't care. She was cold, wet, stinky, and her feet hurt; she was taking this ride.
The guy was slim. He looked too tall for the space allotted to him. He had pale blonde -nearly white- short crop hair resembling Chris Evans with a brown streak running from the crown to the front. He had tan skin with a farmer's tan leaving his shoulders white as a new born. His eyes were vibrant green and unexpectedly excited her as he helped her get in.
After she had settled, they began back on the road.
"I'm sorry about your car. I didn't mean to get it all wet."
"Don't worry 'bout it. It's a seat cover. It'll wash right out." He shifted in his seat to better see her. "So where's a pretty dame like you headed?"
"Back home."
"How far's that?"
"'Bout four miles," she said sheepishly.
"You was fenna foot four miles? That's a mighty long walk. Well how 'bout I cut that down for ya?" He smiled a big toothy grin at her, flashing a perfect set of whites.
She smiled back nervously. She appreciated the generosity but knew to tread lightly. One wrong move and she would be back on the road finishing the journey on her own.
"Don't be so nervous Gorgeous. I'm not like them other ign'ant folks. Loosen up. A girl as beautiful as you should never have her head down."
She had to admit. He knew just way to say to make her relax.
"So, what's your status? That is you don't mind me askin'."
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, do you got a man?"
"Me? No," she chuckled.
"What's so funny? Why not? You picky?"
"No. Nothing. It's just no one's really… no one's shown interest. And my reputation kinda precedes me." She began fidgeting with her things out of nervousness.
"No interest. I don't know what's wrong with fellas today. But tell you what. What if I take interest? Huh? And don't think to much about that reputation. I reckon' that's what makes you special. That and that nice white you got going for you. Let me see that smile, make sure I made the right decision.."
She turned her head embarrassed.
"Come on."
Giving in, she turned to look at the stranger that had picked her up. She flashed a sheepish smile, but enough to appease him. He looked back at her a joy in his eyes she had never seen from anyone brought on by just being around her. It caused her to feel light, as if everything was going to be okay. She stared ahead at the road as her driver suddenly slipped his hand in her gloved hand, bringing it up to kiss softly. She started to pull her hand away, nervous about what could happen. Images of Cody flashing in her mind.
"You're alright if I do that right?" he asked a little confused with his own actions.
Though it went against everything in her mind and gut, she answered, "Yes."
He brought her gloved hand back up and kissed it again before returning it to the console to simply hold, rubbing his thumb soothingly across the back.
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November 11th
6:39 PM CST
"Rogue, what are you wearing to the party?" Kitty asked exasperated as she furiously searched through her closet for some accessory to match her outfit.
"Kitty for the last time, I'm not going. Besides I gotta study."
"Please Rogue. Give me one good reason you can't go."
Rogue looked at her in annoyance. They had been roommates and friends for over a year. It was as if they had just met.
"Fine, besides the fact that I just told you I had to study. I don't do crowds."
"Come on stop being such an introvert. You know you love to dance."
"I don't know how to dance. And I'm not being an introvert. I'm being careful. The last time I went to a party, I put someone in a coma."
"Rogue that was like, two years ago. It's time to move back into the swing of things."
"Six months ago I went to that concert and had a mental break down. I think I've more than had my share of crowds for a long time."
"Fine, but no need to get all over dramatic." Rogue rolled her eyes, going back to her textbook. Kitty threw on the belt she had finally found. "Well? How do I look?"
Rogue looked her over smiling. "You look fine."
"Thanks Rogue. Well we're off."
"Who's we?"
"Me, Kurt, Scott, and Jean."
"The professor let you go?"
"Well Jean asked."
"Of course. He couldn't refuse the number one suck up, Miss Perfect. Well, have fun anyway."
"Bye Rogue."
Kitty walked out, closing the door behind her. This party was going to be lit. Rogue, however, had a sinking feeling in the pit of her gut, the same one she should've listened to years ago.
