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About vows and men

During a break from classes, Emma made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water. While Scott greeted her politely, she only gave him a brief nod and went over to the fridge. From his stool, he watched her and had to frown. Scott couldn't help but think that this woman was strange. "How's your work going?" he asked just to be polite.

"Okay," Emma shrugged and sipped on her cold water. "Some students are pretty strange, but… Well, whatever…"

"Strange? In what way?" he asked and had to frown once more.

"Well, they give me odd looks. It's rude, you know."

Staring at her as if the woman was nuts, Scott bent forward a bit to check if the lower part of her dress looked the same as the upper part. "Well…," he shrugged and noticed that she gave him a glare. "They are not used to their teachers…" He tried to find the right words. "…showing so much skin…"

"No one ever complained!" she snapped and turned her head in a way that made her blonde hair fly first and land perfectly styled again next. "If you have a problem with how I dress then…"

"Did I say that?" Scott asked.

"Yes, you did without even noticing it," Emma replied and crossed her arms. "It's offensive, you know."

"Whatever," he grunted and got up to leave the kitchen. But he stopped at the door to give her a look. "You know… I usually never agree with Logan, but you really look like a hooker."

Staring at the spot where he had stood just a minute before, Emma felt stunned like never before. "Bastard!" she hissed and left the room with a mask of anger on her face. She really hated this place and people and asked herself again why she had agreed on coming here. With her nose facing the ceiling, she left the room to head for her classes again.

X

Later that day, Jean lay on her bed and tried to concentrate on the papers in front of her. Nevertheless, her thoughts kept on drifted off to a certain members of this house who had insulted her only hours before. She really asked herself what had gotten into Logan to call her a spoiled brat. She wasn't one. Definitely not. Groaning in frustration, Jean threw the paper onto the pile next to her and rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling in anger, as her door suddenly opened and Emma stormed inside. "This rude bastard!" the woman immediately began and made Jean sit up on the bed to raise an eyebrow at the pacing woman. "He called me a hooker. Would you believe that?" the woman went on.

"Logan?" the redhead asked but Emma laughed aloud and stopped right in front of her with crossed arms.

"That animal?" she spat. "No! Scott did! Would you believe that? I was all nice and polite and he dared to call mea hooker." Emma began to pace again, just to stop in front of her friend once more. "But this rude animal said the same! Unbelievable, isn't it? Do they have manners in this house?"

"Obviously not," Jean said and crossed her arms. "I got lost at night and ran into Logan. Guess what he said to me!" She looked at Emma, who only shrugged. "He called me a spoiled brat. Would you believe that? I didn't do anything and he…" Groaning she got up to walk over to the window.

"So, what now?" she heard her friend asking. "Because Idefinitely don't want to stay here anymore. Not with those rude people!"

"We can't just go!" Jean replied and turned around. "We signed that contract and agreed on working here for at least a year."

"Well, then we make it at least a day," the blonde snapped and paced once more. "I can't believe what has gotten into me to find this bastard attractive…"

"Well, not only you…," Jean mumbled and blushed when Emma looked up.

"Don't tell me you are interested in that animal?"

"He's good-looking," the redhead shrugged and ignored the raised eyebrow of her friend.

"Pf," Emma made and shook her head. "My dear, it's not only about muscles, but also about manners and brains. And that ape has none of the last two things!"

"Well, the man with the glasses obviously neither," Jean gave back and looked away. After not talking to each other for minutes, she finally sighed. "This is ridiculous. Now we start to argue because of them…"

"You're right," Emma nodded and walked over to her. "This is stupid…"

Nodding, Jean looked out of the window for a while until she had an idea. "I know what we do!" she smiled and made the blonde raise an eyebrow again.

"What?" Emma asked, curious.

"We vow to each other!" the redhead announced and received a look from Emma as if the woman thought Jean was nuts. "We vow to each other that no man will ever get between our friendship."

Raising her eyebrow and thinking it over, Emma gave a slight nod. "Hmmm," she thought, rolling the idea around in her head. "I dunno…"

"Think about it Emma," Jean pushed.

"I am," Emma replied, crossing her arms. "And if I remember correctly, the last time we made a vow like this, was in high school. And you broke it by sleeping with that football quarterback."

Jean's eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock. "Hey! He had a convertible," she mumbled.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Typical."

"That was high school, Emma," Jean groaned, frustrated. "We are two perfectly responsible, sexy, smart adults."

"Doesn't excuse the fact that he was my boyfriend!" Emma snapped.

Jean waved her hand. "He said you were too controlling."

"Me?" Emma spat, raising her voice. "I assume you two never dated. Only screwed each other."

Jean shrugged. "It was a long time ago…"

"Fine," Emma said, holding out her hand. "We'll make the vow. No man, especially in this God forsaken place, shall ever come between us."

Grinning, Jean shook Emma's hand, and they both nodded at each other, sealing the deal.

Walking in the kitchen, Jean immediately groaned when she spotted Logan looking around in the fridge. Placing her hand on her head and closing her eyes briefly, Jean sighed. "Make him go away, make him go away," she whispered. Once Logan glanced at her, she gave him a fake grin, and strolled over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge. Rising his brow, Jean immediately huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes. "What?" she snapped.

Logan shrugged, giving her a wolfish grin, and closing the fridge as he walked away. Jean watched him leave and shook her head in anger as she saw the girl they called Jubilee glaring at her with her arms crossed across her chest. Rising her eyebrow and giving the young girl a look, Jean said, "Is there a problem?"

Holding her glare, Jubilee huffed as she stomped out of the kitchen. As Jean shook her head and opened her water, the white haired woman came into the kitchen watching Jubilee. "What's wrong with her?" Ororo asked.

Jean shrugged. "Don't know. Kids these days…" she muttered as she began to walk out of the kitchen suddenly craving a nice hot bubble bath.

"Oh, Jean," Ororo began, stopping her. "The Professor wanted me to find you and Emma."

Jean furrowed her eyebrows. "Professor?" she repeated, confused. Ororo gave her a look that said, 'Are you serious?' and Jean nodded, sighing. "Oh…yeah, that Xavier man."

Ororo gave a slight nod and smiled uncomfortably. "Yeah."

"Okay," Jean said, leaning against the doorway.

"Well he wanted a meeting with you and Emma in his office in the next ten minutes."

Rolling her eyes, Jean sighed. "Aren't meetings things you schedule?" she asked, annoyed.

Ororo gave a nervous laugh and nodded, leading Jean out of the kitchen, and in the direction of the Professor's office. Pointing down the hallway, she said, "It's just down the hallway, last door on your right."

As Jean gave a short nod and didn't bother to thank the older woman, she walked down the hallway, following Ororo's directions, and walked into Xavier's office. Once she walked into the office, she immediately regretted it, and gasped, bringing her hand to cover her mouth.

"Hey!" Logan growled, glaring at the redhead while he was in a push up position. "What the hell ya think ya doin'?" he asked annoyed as he pushed himself up and stood up.

"What are you doing?" Jean squeaked.

Logan narrowed his eyebrows. "Ya barging in 'ere and ya askin' me what I'm doin'?"

Jean lowered her hand at her sides and her cheeks flushed red in anger. "This is supposed to be Xavier's office!" she said in a huff. Looking at the redhead, Logan actually laughed as Jean flushed several degrees redder, trying to ignore the fact that Logan was naked from the waist up…and it wasn't a bad thing. "Look," she said through gritted teeth. "Just kindly show me where Xavier's office is since your white haired friend was clearly mistaken."

"Ya would like that, wouldn't ya?"

Jean frowned. "What?"

Logan took a few steps towards Jean and she backed up instantly, causing Logan to chuckle and shoot her a wicked smile. "Ya ain't in Bel Air," Logan replied. "Ya gotta ask nicely."

Jean raised an eyebrow, releasing that he was trying to make her lose her cool, and she would not submit to a man like Logan. "Oh?" she questioned, placing her hands on her hip, defiantly.

Logan licked his lips, watching Jean carefully, and feeling her nervousness…even if she refused to show it. Grinning, he held out his arm, showing off more of his muscle that nearly made Jean faint. "Lead the way then, milady."

Jean rolled her eyes. "Aren't you going to put on a shirt?"

Logan's grin deepened. He had her right where he wanted her. He'd make Jean and her friend wish they had never come to the Mansion. "Why?" he asked. "Ya don't like what ya see?" he asked, stealing one of Remy's lines.

Jean gave him a look of loath and rolled her eyes, walking out of the room, as Logan only chuckled, grabbing a shirt from the corner and following her down the hall.