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Entry number twenty nine:
It's been a fairly uneventful week, unless you count the poetry pop quiz that I totally bombed.
I don't, because poetry doesn't count.
Sorry guys, no offense to any of you aspiring poets out there, but to me, poetry does not count.
Anyway, as I was saying, it's been an uneventful week. Even our weekend danger room session seemed to go off without a hitch, miraculously. I think it was due to the fact that Scott had the foresight this time to not pair Piotr and I up.
Imagine that.
So, after class on Monday, Rogue and I went to our room where she promised she'd help me study for the next poetry test. Because honestly, even though it doesn't count, I cannot afford to fail. Seriously, how embarrassing would that be? Roses are red, violets are blue, poetry's stupid and you're stupid too.
I should get an A just for writing that, that was good.
There we were, sitting on the bed as she tried to explain the beauty in Haiku's, when there was a knock on the door. Illyana pushed it open a crack and peered in, pressing her lips together into a thin line.
"Hello."
Rogue and I both sat there, staring at her silently, and quite confusedly, before Rogue knit her brow, "Uh, hi."
"Um... can I come in?" She asked meekly.
Rogue glanced at me before shrugging, "Okay..."
Illyana stepped inside, shutting the door behind her and tipping her chin up, with a text book tucked under her arm. "I have a... favour to ask of you."
She was looking at me. "Okay...?"
She cleared her throat awkwardly and glanced around the room, "I have... extra credit work. For my math class." The math class which she failed before Christmas. "I was hoping..." She let out a deep breath and rolled her eyes, "I cannot do it on my own. I was hoping that you could help me."
I blinked at her. This must have been just killing her; To come to me of all people and humbly ask for help.
"What about your math teacher? Isn't he supposed to be helping you with this stuff?"
"He decided that I should see someone less... distracting." She said with a discreet eye roll.
I frowned and shook my head, "I don't know Illyana, I don't think this is a great idea-"
"Please." She interrupted before I could finish declining. "Piotr was... I had hoped he would..." She pressed her lips together and knit her brow. "If I do not pass the final, I will not be able to graduate."
I frowned at her silently for a few moments before letting out a deep sigh. As much as the two of us do not get along, we're kind of on common ground right now. I think it's pretty safe to say that we're missing Pete pretty bad. The real Pete.
"Alright." I rolled my eyes, "But don't give me any crap, do you hear me? If I'm tutoring you, then that means I'm the boss, you got it?"
"Yes." She nodded reluctantly, "You are the boss."
"Because I have so many better things I could be doing with my time."
She snorted in a laugh and then quickly cleared her throat, "Sorry..."
"Yeah." I rolled my eyes, "So what do we need to cover?"
She flipped her text book open and crossed the room, coming to sit at the far edge of my bed, "I am starting with Trigonometry."
"Does this mean we're finished studying poetry?" Rogue asked, pushing herself up off my bed and moving over to her own, where she proceeded to dump the contents of her rolling backpack out, "Because I need to study for my a Psych test."
"Yeah, we're done." I nodded, "I'll get you to help me out some more Saturday."
"Oh, I can't." Rogue commented casually as she sat down on her bed and leaned back against the headrest, cracking her Psych book open, "Erik and I are meeting on Saturday."
I blinked at her blankly for a few moments before knitting my brow, "Saturday?"
"Yeah."
"This Saturday."
She rolled her eyes and looked at me, "Yes, did I stutter?"
"This Saturday is Valentine's day, Rogue." I felt the need to point that out to her, even though I'm sure she was aware. I don't know, maybe she'd forgotten. That seems to be the only logical explanation as to why she'd want to "meet" with "Erik" on Valentine's day.
"It's not a big deal, he's just busy the rest of the week, and he wanted to get my input on some big project he's been working on." She looked back down at her book and shrugged, "He says it's some kinda surprise or something."
"Who is Erik?" Illyana asked, looking between Rogue and myself with a confused frown.
"Erik is Magneto's real name." I said with a pointed look, and Illyana's eyes grew to the size of small dinner plates.
"What?!" She gasped in outrage, "Magneto?! You are dating Magneto?!"
"I'm not dating him, it's a meeting." Rogue muttered.
"Have you forgotten what he tried to do to me?! He wanted to use me!" Illyana cried out like the drama queen she is.
Rogue rolled her eyes and looked over to Illyana, "You went to Magneto on your own. Nobody forced you to date Pyro." She looked back at her book and smirked, "Although that would definitely explain a lot."
Illyana scoffed, "Nobody forced you to kiss Joseph."
Ouch. Girl's got game, I'll give her that much.
"I never- we didn't kiss, it wasn't- You're just..." Rogue sputtered, her face going deep red before eventually glaring down at her text book, "Bite me." She looked over at me for some backup, I'm assuming, but I was too busy trying my darnedest not to laugh. Not being on the receiving end of Illyana's hatred is actually pretty funny. "I don't buy into that Hallmark holiday bullshit, anyway. It's just another goddamn day."
Spoken like a true single woman.
"What about you, Illyana?" I asked with a forced smile, "Do you have any bullshit holiday plans?"
"No. Not exactly." She hesitated for a moment, adding with a shrug, "There is a boy at school who asked me out, but I do not think I want to go."
I knit my brow and leaned back against the headboard, crossing my arms over my chest, "Why not?"
"I don't know... He is not my type." She shrugged again and fidgeted with the corner of the text book.
Rogue snorted, "I wasn't aware you had a type."
It's true. There's not exactly much that John Alderyce, Scott Summers, and her former math teacher have in common, other than the fact that they're all male. Although I really have to wonder if Rogue is one to talk, Scott Summers, Remy Lebeau, Magneto, Ethan. I guess Rogue's type is just guys that are super extreme in whatever "type box" they fit into. You know like, Scott is super uptight, Remy's a super bad boy, Ethan is super jock, Magneto is super... crazy... That kind of makes sense actually. As long as you ignore Chad, which... we all kind of do to be honest.
Chad is super average.
"He is just..." Illyana sighed, "Just a stupid school boy."
And just like that, I suddenly understood what Illyana's type was. Older men.
"You should go." I said with an encouraging nod, "It'll be good for you to hang out with someone your own age."
She looked back at me and frowned, "What does that mean?"
I blinked at her, "It was pretty self explanatory."
"There is nothing wrong with liking mature men."
I resisted the urge to point out that Pyro is like, the farthest thing from mature humanly possible and went another direction, "It is when they're married."
Illyana crossed her arms and squared her jaw, clearly upset with me, "And what are you doing for Valentine's Day?"
I pressed my lips together and pulled the text book out of her lap, looking down at it with a frown. I may be passed the weeping angrily phase of the breakup. And I may no longer be listening to Say Something on repeat while crying myself to sleep. But I definitely do not want to dwell on the fact that it's Valentine's day, and I'm alone.
"Sorry." She said, not entirely looking like she was, "That was... I didn't mean..."
She trailed off and I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the pages of the math textbook, "I'm not really planning on doing anything, to be honest. I mean, I thought maybe I'd go to the movies with a friend, but then I realized that the theater would be full of couples..." I shook my head and looked up at her with a small smile, "I think I'll just hang around here. Maybe I'll get Kurt to hang out with me, and save him from doing that stupid speed date thing. We can work on the mural for Rachel's room."
Rogue let out a laugh and nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea."
"Or maybe I should offer to watch Rachel for the evening and let Scott and Jean have a date night." I said, deciding that this sounded like a pretty great idea. Rachel was finally starting to reach the fun baby age. Where she actually responded to people other than her mom, and frankly, she thinks I'm pretty funny.
"That would be nice." Rogue commented, looking back at her Psych book, and Illyana rolled her eyes muttering under her breath.
"You know, because... Jean is his wife." I really felt the need to hammer that point home, because it was pretty clear that 'Yana wasn't over her little girl crush on Scott Summers. "This is kind of brings me back to my former point about hanging out with someone your own age."
She let out a long suffering sigh and wilted a little bit, "I will think about it. Could I at least borrow your leather pants if I go?"
My head snapped up and I stared at her for a long second, glancing over at Rogue quickly. I had gone to great lengths to hide those leather pants from the rest of the residents, and I was certain no one had actually seen me wearing them. "What leather pants? I don't have leather pants anymore, I got rid of them. No, shut up."
Illyana rolled her eyes at my pathetic cover, "Everyone knows you have a new pair, Kitty. Words travel fast." I frowned and she gave me a very exaggerated smile, "If I could wear the leather pants, then maybe I would be more happy going on this date..."
I snorted and then Rogue and I began to laugh, which wiped the pleading smile off her face. "Are you kidding me? There's no way I'm letting you wear the pants. Your brother would kill me."
Illyana's eyes dropped down to the bedspread and she frowned, "I am not so sure he would even notice."
And then we both fell into a sad silence.
She was probably right, he likely wouldn't even notice. But once upon a time, he would have. And he would have cared.
"I hate studying." Illyana said suddenly, and I could only assume it was in an attempt to change the subject. "I am not good at it."
"You know, I'm pretty sure you're an extrovert." Rogue began, knitting her brow thoughtfully for a moment before continuing, "My psych teacher says that extroverts and introverts study differently. Extroverts tend to multitask as they're studying, maybe you should try to study in the rec room."
I'm not sure if this was Psych Student Rogue trying to help, or if she was just irritated by Illyana's presence, but it was worth a shot, because clearly Illyana's study habits up until this point haven't been working.
"What is an extrovert?" Illyana asked me with a frown.
"It's a person who benefits from social interaction." I explained quickly, pushing myself up off my bed and motioning for Illyana to follow.
Rogue shook her head, "Actually, an extrovert is-"
"Rogue." I stopped her, "No one cares."
Sure it seems harsh to you, but you guys don't have to listen to Rogue's "expertise" on a daily basis. Seriously, I forget to put my clean clothes away like, immediately, and I have to listen to a speech on how I'm so obviously a Perceiving type because I don't care about schedules and guidelines and I tend to procrastinate.
Excuse me, Rogue, not all of us are unicorns.
Illyana grabbed the math text book and followed me out of the room, wisely deciding not to stick around and ask for more information on Rogue's studies, and into the hall. We rounded the corner and spotted Scott, who was mounting the top of the stairs.
"Hey!" I said with a grin, tossing a hand in the air, "I wanted to ask you if you've got plans for you and Jean on Valentine's day."
"Oh." He knit his brow and adjusted his sunglasses, "No, not really. Just... sort of relaxing at home. We don't really buy into the whole Valentine's day fuss."
"Well I was thinking that I could babysit Rachel, while you and Jean have a nice romantic-"
"Yes." He said quickly, before I could even finish my thought, and the next thing I knew, he'd pulled me into a big hug, "Thank you, Kitty. Thank you so much."
I chuckled awkwardly and patted his back until he finally pulled away, "I owe you one, Kitty."
Illyana's smile widened and her eyes glimmered coyly, "I can help her!"
Uh huh. There is no way Illyana would volunteer to babysit. She clearly only wanted some sugar.
"Oh." He looked over to Illyana, his smile fading slightly, "Yeah, sure. Thanks, Illyana."
She opened her arms expectantly, waiting for a hug. Scott cleared his throat and patted her on the shoulder quickly before giving me a nod,
"Thanks again. Jean's gunna be thrilled." He said, before continuing off past us.
Illyana's wide, flirtatious smile dropped away and morphed into a sneer, "Jean."
Yeah, you know... his wife.
Seriously Illyana. There is no way in hell I'd ever lend her those leather pants, that sort of power would go straight to her head. She would abuse the hell out of those things.
She'd go super cray.
