Befriending a Rogue: Bobby's Story
AN/ Yes I am still writing! Only 6 hours later and I am writing. The last chapter was just alright, so I wanted to do another update soon!
Love to all Reviewers,
Bry
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Chapter 4
The First Tutor Session
Tick, Tick, Tick
Bobby stared up at the oak grandfather clock. Books were surrounded him as he waited for Rogue to arrive. What was keeping her? He started shuffling through papers looking for his Literature assignment. He might as well start researching his paper while he was there if she wasn't going to show again. Bobby tried to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach. Just because the last time she didn't show she ended up in the hands of Magneto and almost died didn't mean that he should worry. Why should he worry anyway? He groaned in frustration. He was NOT worrying. Hitting his head on the desk, Bobby tried to figure out what was wrong with him. She barely even liked him. She definitely didn't trust him. And in her email she confessed that she spent the evening with John. His temper started to flare. John. That was why he came back late. That was why he had that grin on his face. That was why…
"Bobby?"
His head shot up from the desk. He groaned in pain when he hit the back of his chair. "Hi." he gave a slight smile, fighting the urge to rub his head.
Rogue pulled out the chair across from him and sat down into it gracefully. She was covered from neck to toe in a material, blocking all possible deadly contact. Even so she leaned back trying to keep her distance from anyone. "Sorry I took so long. I had a hard time finding my History book." She gave him a shy grin.
"Right" Bobby said slowly, images of John and her in a passionate embrace. He shook his head to clear the images. "All I can suggest for History is to read the chapter on Emperor Charlemagne first." He pulled out a notebook from his pile of books. "And you can copy my notes from Ms. Munroe's lecture."
She took the worn notebook and opened it up. "Gosh, you write small."
He laughed, "Yeah, I can fit a whole semester of notes on 2 pages."
Rogue smiled but then frowned. "Where is Ms. Munroe from?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I can't place her accent. I know Mr. Summers is from Nebraska, and Dr. Grey is from the North…but is
Ms. Munroe from the US?"
Bobby stared at the ceiling. He tried to rack his mind for the info. "Umm… I think she is African. Yeah, that makes sense." He played with his jaw. "Yeah, I remember asking Peter when I first came here two years ago. It was slightly thicker then and I couldn't figure out what she was saying for a week."
Rogue giggled at the image of a confused Bobby. "OK." She leaned back in her chair. "Well, I guess I will read this back in my room." She put away the large text book. "Should we work on Physics now?"
"Well actually, I figured we could start on the English paper instead." He pointed at the book lined shelves. "That way we can get all our research materials. And the Professor won't be giving us a test 'till next week, and the paper is due Friday." He let out a small smile. "And Mr. Summer's doesn't accept late papers gracefully." Inside he still burned over the late paper the day before, and his loss of temper.
She appeared to think about it and then nodded slowly when she said, "Makes sense. Um, where do I start?" She bent down to pull out a binder from her black shoulder bag.
"Did you pick characters yet?"
Her eyes began to dart around. "I don't really understand the assignment."
Bobby bit his lip. He fumbled around on the table for the paper. Looking down at the paper he began mumbling the instructions to himself. Noticing her confused expression, he started to speak louder. "Imagine you are at a dinner table with two historical people. Write how they would interact, and how you would host this dinner." He wondered if she chose that perfume just to drive him crazy. It smelled faintly of spice. It almost made him hungry. "So first thing is to choose two characters."
Her eyes light up showing a bright bottle green. "Ok, that was easy. Umm." She rested her head on her arms. "Wow, I can't think of anyone. Who are you choosing?"
"Well I was thinking about it longer. I was thinking Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton. That way I will have some conflict." He said proudly, his idea was just brilliant.
Rogue was still looking around nervously. She wiggled in her seat. "Umm, I don't know. How about Senator Kelly and President McKenna? I could "convince" them to forgo Mutant Registration."
At the mention of Mutant Registration, Bobby started to twitch slightly. It reminded him of his brother's email. He looked down at his own hands. Would Ron accept that he was a mutie? Would he accept that he…
"Bobby?"
He looked up quickly. "Yeah?"
"I have been talking to you for five minutes!" she giggled. "Did you hear one word I said?"
He self-consciously shook his head. "Sorry, repeat that."
"I was just wondering if you liked my idea."
"Oh, yeah I like it." He looked around the room. "I guess we should start researching. They both got out of their chairs and walked over to the card catalog.
"Maybe you can find at least one book on the subject since both of your men are recent, and then you can use mostly internet research."
"Good idea." She walked over to a wall of books, unconsciously playing with her gloves.
Bobby distractedly walked over to the other side of the room and started to pull out some books. Why couldn't people accept them? Would his parents accept him? Well, Rogue was still mad at him for something he didn't do. And she was cozying with John, John the jerk Allerdyce. Why did he have…?
"Bobby!" Rogue screeched.
Heads from all the wooden tables turned towards him. He glanced up and yelled himself. He had yanked out the bottom book in a stack, a stack taller than him. The world seemed to move in slow motion. The tower quivered. His mind urged him to move but he couldn't. Wouldn't. He saw Rogue running towards him down the aisle of books, her white streaks streaming behind her. And then it went black.
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