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"Huh, wasn't Wolvie dude our ride?"

"Yes."

Having the kind of poker face that even managed to piss off the aforementioned Canuck, Scott played it straight as Jubilee dubiously squinted up at him, "You got a back up ride planned out already, don't ya?"

"Of course."

"Who?"

It took all of a glance at the crowd to notice his ride, albeit for all the wrong reasons as far as he was concerned. Emma Frost was a lady who stood out no matter where she went, her clothes designer though, ahem, barely there. She was a woman of grace and poise, if just ravenous for the worst kind of attention as far as Scott saw it. His one consolation was that Jubilee and the woman got on like cats and dogs, because the last thing he needed was for the either of them to start picking up the others bad habits.

"Hey, it's our very own Bitch-Sensei!"

"Child, you should know I have no reservations against reading your thoughts, and that I take no offence at the likeness you just implied."

"You would." Scrunching up her brows into a scowl, Jubilee glared at the teacher she liked the absolute least.

"Emma." greeted Scott.

"Mister Summers."

"With everything you've just said, you should already know that I'm actually dressing you with my eyes."

"Oh dear, really? But it's so much more fun to be undressed. Here, let me show you..."

If Jean once had Logan making unwanted advances, then he had Emma. The woman couldn't be told no. Perhaps that was due to her upbringing, if not from being the CEO of her own company. She was a woman accustomed to getting what she wanted. Rich, powerful...

"Don't forget beautiful." Her feline smile tempted him to call her out on her telepathic eavesdropping of his inner most thoughts, but that wasn't a game he would stoop to, a thought that earned him a disappointed moue.

"Miss Frost, this is inappropriate." Visions danced before his eyes, visions of Emma in many an outfit from the very store he had just visited, a store whose bags he had in hand to tempt that secret.

"My, my. Is Jean the only one allowed to have some fun just so long as she comes to bed hungry?"

Mustering a curt reply, if not retort to tell the woman to cease her games, a wince of pain wrinkled her brow to silence her before he could say his piece. With a grunt and hiss, Jubilee joined Emma in looking hurt and haggard, yet still somehow managing to hold tight to a triumphant smirk as she glared up at the woman.

"I would be absolutely furious, you damned little bit...brat, if I wasn't honestly impressed by this stunt of yours. I should go rethink my opinion of Jean now, shouldn't I?"

"You said it yourself, Frosty. Ya leave yourself wide open to read what's on my mind. How ya like me now, huh?" Gritting her teeth against the pain that wrinkled her brow, Jubilee found a smile in seeing her own pain reflected back from the harlot, a word she loved Hank for teaching her.

"Have fun finding your own ride now, Scott." Stalking off in a click and clatter of heels, the crowd of the mall parted for Emma to tell of her wielding the might of her mind.

Letting go of a weary sigh, he needn't be able to read minds to know Jubilee was being uncommonly scared and timid. Setting down their bags, because there was no way he was walking through a mall with Jubilee having a bag of her very own from that store, Scott knelt with her.

With downcast eyes she avoided his gaze, and not for the first time he wished for contacts to contain the might of his optic blasts. Be them the Oakley's or the Aviator shades he favoured, too much was lost behind the ruby red tint of his ever-present shades.

"We're not at school, there's no detention coming, and I'm not mad. I just wouldn't mind knowing what it was you just did..." whispered Scott as he took her hands in his, something he'd seen Jean do from time to time.

With a butt of her head to his chin, Jubilee tipped her perched shades to fall down and set them on equal footing. "Jeannie told me if I ever had go get a lame ass 'path outta my head, to just dig down into the bad kind of memories I don't like remembering, and to just think about how much I wanna deck 'em."

At only thirteen, Jubilee was a little young for that kind of a lesson. That was something they tended to teach the students who had the intention of joining the X-men. But if there was one thing he knew about the lady he loved with all his heart, she was a woman who didn't leave things to chance. No wonder she had gone sneaking in a few lessons if just so Jubilee could protect herself.

"...you look mad."

"I'm frustrated, but not at you."

"Bitch-Sensei?"

"Bitch-Sensei."

A smirk led to a smile, and a smile to a laugh as Jubilee peeked out from past her bright pink Ray-bans. "I still got Black Bullet waiting for us to binge watch sometime, it's kinda one of my favourite animes of all times. You wanna watch the first bunch of episodes once we figure out how we're getting back to the school?"

"You haven't steered me wrong yet, and it's a Saturday after all. Why not?"

"Woot! So, who we calling for a lift?"

"How about we get a cup of coffee while I figure that part out."

He did of course have a Plan C in mind for getting back to school in case Emma proved...problematic. But it was one that just meant checking in with Henry to see if the man had any experiments on the go that could be left unattended for a spell, ideally the time it took to get to Salem Centre and back.

But that was a phone call for once he had paid for a couple of cups of coffee, with one being a sugary abomination of chocolate syrup, cinnamon, and whipped cream.

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