It was late afternoon when Rogue was walking home from school. She had once again missed the bus and was not looking forward to having to walk the whole way back to the institute. Just as she was about to exit the school grounds she heard a car pull up behind her. Turning, she saw Scott and Jean looking at her, Scoot motioning for her to come over to the car. She walked over, choosing to go over to the driver's side, keeping as far from Jean as possible.
"Hey, Rogue, you need a lift?" Scott asked her.
"Ah can walk if you two have plans," She said her accent coming out stranger s she saw how Jean was glaring at her.
"Nonsense, we don't mind giving you a lift, we wouldn't have asked you if we didn't want to" Scott told her. Rogue, knowing that he wouldn't take no for an answer finally accepted the ride, receiving a hate filled glare from the red head. The ride was quiet and uneventful, and when they pulled up outside the gates to the institute, Rogue again thanked Scott for the ride. She watched them pull away before keying in the code and walking up to the house.
As she was walking Rogue thought about Jeans new attitude towards her. She had never really liked Rogue, but ever since she and Scott had started going out she had been even colder openly showing her dislike for Rogue even in front of the other X-men. Life in the house hadn't changed much but at school it was pure Hell for Rogue. She had the idea that the kids at school were taking their cue from Jean, even if she hadn't outright told them to act like that, Rogue had the feeling that she was responsible for their actions toward her. It had begun with simple things, like someone accidently knocking her things to the ground, making her late to class. Then it became physical, a pencil accidently jabbed into her side her textbooks being shoved down the toilet; it began to really bother her. The teachers did nothing to stop it either, just giving her detentions when she was late or when she disrupted their classes. She was glad to be home, if nothing else it couldn't be any worse than being at school.