well, I am finally going to be able to post more. I finished two classes and will take the last exams for three more this week, so Then I will be done with collage for the summer. Anyway, hope you like my next chapter. Comment are welcome!
"Scott… What? How?" I stammer as I watch my supposedly dead fiance stand on the patio, while Logan lingers behind me.
"Ororo said I'd find you here," he says.
"But… how?"
He looks at me, his ruby quartz glasses casting a shadow on his frown, "I don't know," he says, "I just am."
"It's been a year!"
"Tell me about it," he says, "and obviously you took my death pretty well for claiming you loved me-"
Logan steps up behind me, "like she said, It's been a year. where have you been?"
"Canada," Scott says, "I suffered brain damage due to an attempted murder," (he looks towards me as he says this) "I lost a lot of memories. Then all of the sudden they all flooded back to me last week. I was released from the hospital and I came here."
"What about your powers?" I ask, "how did you control them?" I remember all too well, watching his glasses shatter from Logan's hand without being able to stop it.
"Dr. Mctaggert brought me some," he leans against the door frame, "no thanks to you." He adds bitterly.
Logan pushes past me and places his claws onto Scott's throat, "listen bub," blood bubbles around metal, "your suposive death wasn't Jean's fault. if anything it was Xavier's. He placed those damn barriers in her mind and when they broke, she lost control."
"And what did she do? she murdered everyone. I saw the graves back at the school." he looks at me, "I saw mine."
I pull Logan's arm away, drops of blood run down onto Scott's collar, "I couldn't control it, Cyclops!" I snap.
Scott reaches for my wrist, his grip is tight, tighter then he meant I think, "don't you dare use that name as an insult."
Logan grabs onto Scott's shirt and yanks him up with it, "okay, Cyclops, here's the deal, Jean chose me, and there's nothing you can say that will change that!"
Anger boils up in me and I lunge at them, pushing them apart as I do so. Scott stumbles backwards, but regains his footing.
"stop it, both of you!" I yell, "as of right now, I am neither of yours!" and with this, I storm for the apartment, and past Ororo, who steps back to allow me to pass.
I shove the key into the ignition and drive off, leaving them on the patio.
five minutes later
As much as I wanted to get drunk at the moment, I knew I needed a clear brain to think. I pull into the parking lot of a 24 hour coffee shop in downtown North Salem. I go up to the counter and order a double chocolate mocha with extra cream from the bloodshot- eyed man and sit down at one of the booths.
There was only one other person in the shop, a man with short blond hair and brown eyes, which keep darting around at the empty tables. He wears a mauve business suit and shiny, black shoes. We make eye contact, and with one scan of mind, I can tell he's checking me out.
I take a sip of my coffee as the man comes over. "Hello, Jean," He says.
"How do you know my name?" I ask.
He sits down across from me, "I know much about you." he says, "I know that your name is Jean Elaine Grey, you're an extremely powerful mutant, but lived with most of your power suppressed for twenty years. You were engaged to a man, who you then thought you killed, but you were attracted to another way before your lover died. Up until just recently, you lived in the apartment with the other than the original lover came back and you left and came here."
"Either you're a mutant or a stocker," I say.
"Lucas," he offers his hand, "and yes, I'm a psychic."
Just what I need, another mutant attracted to me.
Lucas rips a pink packet of sugar and pours it into his coffee, as he stirs it in, he says, "they never put enough sugar in. I like things sweet." he looks up at me with an expression of flirtation.
"If you know anything about me, then you know I'm not interested," I say.
He cocks his head to one side, "are you sure? Because I'm very interested in you."
"I'm sure," I stand up from the booth and make my way towards the door.
"Wait!" Lucas yells. He rushes up to me and hands my a slip of paper, "this is my number, if you ever want to talk," he then adds in a whisper, "don't you want someone who knows what you want?" he taps his temple with two fingers. Then, with the same flirtatious smile, he goes back to the table.
I leave the coffee shop and pocket the paper. Maybe I am interested in him. I sit down in front of the steering wheel and take out my cell phone. I dial the number and he answers after the second ring.
"we have a date, tomorrow night at eight. I'll meet you here." I say.
