Chapter Two: Blob's Blunder and Kitty's Crush

Blob was in a bad mood.

"I'm never gonna get Jeane to like me!" he said angrily to Toad, who was busy scratching his own head and wondering just how exactly he was going to beat Pietro in this bet they had going on. Should he steal the watch off blue boy again? Should he warn Lance and run the risk of Quicksilver's wrath? Not that he found Quicksilver particularly scary – it was the thought of his old man, Magneto, that sent the shivers down his spine. Should he attempt to take Wanda out to dinner? But she would most likely blast him several feet across the room before he even got the words out. Hmmmm … looks like that vanishing blue mutant was his best bet!

"Stupid Pietro," Blob was still fuming. "I should just smash his head through the ground. That will sort this problem out."

"You'd have to catch him first," said Toad. "Anyway, shut up and let me think. I need to find a way to win Wanda over before the week's over. Can't have Quicksilver bossin' us around for a month – I'd rather go live with the X-men!"

"Well, I'm gonna go over there and talk to Jeane!" said Blob decisively. He had forgiven Jeane for the way she had rejected his advances all that time ago; he could have sworn there was something between them and that something could have developed … If only that idiot Summers hadn't got in the way. Blob's nostrils flared and his fists clenched, causing his knuckles to crack. Summers. He had to crush him – now.

So leaving Toad, he made his way to the Xavier Institute. Naturally, he was attacked by the defences in the front garden but they had no effect on his lethal skin and body. He broke the door down, much to the alarm of several students that were dwelling in the front hall, and shouted:

"JEEEEAAAAAAAANNNNNEEEEE!"

Several of the students screamed; one of the braver ones shot an enormous jet of water at Blob, which momentarily blinded him. He roared in anger and moved towards the kid, hands stretched out. But he was paralysed mid-way by an invisible force.

"What do you want, Blob?" came the firm voice of Jeane Grey from behind him.

Blob, still unable to move, replied:

"Jeane? I've come to talk."

"About?"

"Well – I've come to ask if you want to be my woman!"

There was a rather stunned silence for about two minutes. Jeane, in her shock, even released her grip on Blob. Next thing you knew, the hall had erupted in roars of laughter.

Laughter, as always, had a terrible effect on Blob.

"DON'T-LAUGH-AT-ME!" he bellowed, ripping several paintings down and smashing the walls with his fists. The laughter abruptly ceased and the students ran for it.

"Not this time, Blob!" shouted Jeane and she paralysed him once again. "You going to behave? I have no idea what's got into you, but we should talk in the garden."

With that, she elevated him through the door and followed him, wondering what on earth was going on.

Meanwhile, Lance and Kitty had met up in a coffee shop in town.

"So … you wanted to see me?" said Kitty, taking a seat opposite Lance as she brought them two cappuccinos with chocolate sprinkles on top. They shared a liking for the same coffee.

"Yeah … Just wanted to see how you're doing, you know?"

"Not too bad," said Kitty with a shrug. "Same old stuff at the institute … The professor's got us on some hard core lessons at the moment; plus, we're revising for our tests at school."

"Sounds interesting," said Lance, taking a sip of his coffee.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Kitty wondered if he was thinking what she was thinking. She wondered if he still remembered the time they'd shared together. It may have been brief … but there was still no other boy who made her heart flutter the way he did. To think that when they first met he had just used her for her powers and she had despised him for it! But, slowly, their attraction had grown and for a while they had been in the courting phase. Lance had even requested to join the X-men. But … it wasn't meant to be. Not his initiation into the institute, nor his romance with her. But did he still feel the same way? All those times he had rescued her, all the times he had looked out for her … After the battle with Apocalypse, they had laid in each other's arms for a while; both had admitted that if anything had happened to the other, they don't know what they would have done. But since then, it had been quiet between them. No word of anything, no hint of emotions or feelings. Lance had called her out of the blue that morning, requesting to meet up. But for what reason?

"Kitty, there's something I want to tell you," said Lance, putting his cup down.

Kitty's eyes lit up.

"Yes?" she said hopefully.

"It's just – well, I wanted to know if –"

"Hey guys. Mind if I join you?"

Lance and Kitty looked up to see who had interrupted them. It was Quicksilver.