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Just to let you know, this is my first X men fic so don't be too hard on me. Point out what I did wrong, okay? No flames on this! Jean will be a little Ooc depending on how you look at it.
Tori, if you ever get around to reading this, maybe you're to thank for warping my mind. Unlike your fics, there will be no teen pregnancy. Sorry. No lemons either.
If this gets nothing but bad reviews or things like that, then this fic will be taken down. Promise.
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Jean practically waltzed down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Good morning!" she sang in an overly flirty voice.
Rogue looked at Jean's clothes in distaste. "Has it ever occurred to you to wear clothes that fit you?"
"These fit fine."
"No, they don't."
"Don't get jealous. I look hot. Right, Logan?"
Logan looked up briefly. "As always, you've managed to look like a whore." He shrugged. "Suites you."
Jean took it as a complement and stuck her tongue out at Rogue. Jean had on black hooker boots that were laced to her knees. She had on a black skirt that was several sizes too small. She had a white tank top with a black leather jacket on top. She glanced at Scott. "Do you have anything against what I'm wearing?"
Scott buried his face in his newspaper. "Yeah," he mumbled.
"Ah must be the only sane person in this place!" Rogue said in exasperation. She sat down roughly and crossed her arms.
"So, who was your victim last night? There was a party over at some guy's place wasn't it? I'm sure that would have gotten more than one person," Logan remarked, smirking.
It was an inside joke that was, unfortunately, true. Jean was a whore. Logan usually won because of his acute sense of smell.
Jean smiled and spread her arms in the air. "Just guess," she said.
"It better not have been Lance," Kitty demanded.
Scott grimaced at the daily tournament. It was known that Scott was dating Jean, but he was too much of a wuss to say anything.
"No. Not Lance . . .not yet," Jean added slyly.
Kitty frowned. "Is it someone we know or some creep from school?"
"You know him. Trust me."
"Lets take this in a different way," Rogue began. "Who didn't you sleep with?"
"Me," Logan announced. "And I'd have to be pretty damn drunk to sleep with you. Tell you that now."
"Figure it out!" Jean replied in a sing-song voice.
Everyone shrugged. "Logan?" Jean asked.
"I smell a little furry elf," Logan said at length.
All eyes turned to Nightcrawler. Outcries began.
"How can you do such a thing?!"
"What's wrong with you?!"
Kurt blushed as well as he could. It's hard to tell he was blushing with a blue face. "I vas drunk!" he replied, throwing his hands up. "Is it against the law or something to get drunk? I don't even remember what I was doing last night!"
"Right," Kitty remarked.
"Well, Scott. What are your thoughts?" Rogue asked.
Scott sighed. "Jean, stop being a whore," he begged.
"You're no fun," Jean whined. "I bring a little excitement to this place."
"Excitement my ass," Logan said.
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It's stupid, isn't it. Tell me what I did wrong. If I don't get many reviews, I'll take it down. So review!