Author's Note- Another little series of songfics. For this one I'm
going back to Lancitty. It's been a while but here we are. Also, for
this fic I'm saying that Mags got the BOM boys back into school.

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Haunting Me

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Everywhere I go I see your face

Every sound I hear is the sound of your voice

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Lance sat in Chemistry tuning out the teacher. "Lance," he jumped hearing someone say his name. He turned seeing Kitty.

"What?" he asked slightly annoyed.

She crossed her arms glaring at him. "We have a lab, unless you, like, want to fail."

"Honestly, Kit, I couldn't care less."

"Well, I do!"

He smirked leaning back in his seat. "Good for you, your point?"

"Listen, Alvers, if you make me fail, I swear-"

He stood also, looming over her. "What are you going to do?"

"Mr. Alvers, Miss Pryde, will you two get to work?" the teacher called from the front of the room.

"Please, Lance," Kitty said softly.

"Whatever," he muttered following her back to the lab table.

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Why are you haunting me

Why can't I let you go?

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He watched as Kitty added a few chemicals to the mixture. "Are you going to help?" she asked.

"Do you actually trust me with things that are that combustible?"

She smiled. "You know what that means?"

"You're just a riot today," he muttered.

"I'm just joking, Lance. Could you just write down what we're doing?"

"Fine." He sat down and took out a pencil and a piece of paper. He worked on writing everything that they did. In between the chemicals he watched her. God, but he still missed her.

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So everything about me is a lie

Or at least it seems that way

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"All done!" Kitty announced smiling.

"Good job," he admitted.

"Thank you." She took the piece of paper looking over it. "Great notes."

"Thanks." The teacher came over and looked at their notes and the experiment before walking away.

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When I look into your eyes

The truth scares the shit out of me

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The bell rang and the two walked out into the hallway towards lunch. "Kitty," Lance said softly.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"What happened? How in the Hell did we end up like strangers?" Kitty didn't respond, she just looked at the floor.

"I have to go, I'm meeting the others for lunch."

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Whoever said love is blood and love is real

Has never felt the way I feel

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He watched her walk away and turned punching a locker in his frustration.

"Lance? You okay?" He turned seeing Todd and Fred watching him worriedly.

"I'm fine," he said.

"We saw you talking to the X-Geek," Fred said.

"Don't call her that," Lance snapped automatically.

"Ya know, if we didn't know better we'd swear that you still had feelings for her," Pietro said also approaching. Lance glared at him and walked away.

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What does it matter

What's done is done and I should

Get on with my life

Why are you haunting me?

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He sighed staring outside as his English teacher droned on and on about some new assignment. /Why couldn't he seem to forget her?/ They had just dated for two weeks. It shouldn't take this long to get over her. He sighed as the bell rang and he gathered his things walking out to his Jeep. He could see Kitty laughing over something Kurt was saying and got into the Jeep glaring at the wheel as he waited for the others.

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Well I don't know what it is

But I can't seem to make myself forget

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/Why her?/ There were plenty of girls out there who didn't think they were too good for him. Why did he have to fall for a stupid X-Geek? His mind flashed back to their first date.

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Was it something that you said

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"I had a really great time, Lance," she had whispered looking down shyly.

"Me too," he said. He pulled over in front of the mansion. "I'll walk you in."

"No!" she said.

"What? Why?"

"I don't want one of the others to, like, see you."

"Oh. I get it. You're too good for me. Well, I guessed as much but I thought that since you went out with me that you didn't think so."

"No!" Kitty said emphatically. "It's not that. Don't think that."

"Then what?"

"I just don't want you to have to hear what they'll say. What they think doesn't matter. Just me, right?"

"Of course."

"Well, *I* like you." She softly kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight, Lance."

"`Night, Kit-Cat."

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Or is it all the guilt inside my head

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"Damn it," he muttered laying his head on the wheel as he remembered her saying that, and remembered the feel of her soft lips against his cheek.

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Why are you haunting me?

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