Notes: Well, here's the second part. I decided to share it earlier than promised because I finished the sixth part of this story a few nights ago. Quite proud of myself. Have three more chapters left to write, though. So unless I finish writing the seventh part (which looks to be the toughest one to write) earlier than expected, you can expect another update in exactly a week.
I should caution you that I have just rediscovered the wonderful game known as Diablo. It is such an evil vice. Oh sigh. It's so wonderful. If you get no early chapters, it's because I'm off battling the forces of evil. Now I ask you, which is more important: writing fics or battling evil? Damn, I know. You're right. I'm sorry.
Mm. Also, this story has a weird soundtrack. That is, the music I've been listening to while writing the last part and while outlining everything else is interesting. A lot of Coal Chamber (It is my belief that the only sexier band alive is Placebo.), Placebo (the sexiest men in the world and beyond), Lo Fi All-Stars, and Imperial Teen. ::scratches head:: If anyone can tell me what those four bands have in common, . . . then you're more deductive than I am. I love my taste in music (and men. ::looks around to see if anyone got the joke:: Damn.), obviously, but . . . sometimes I wonder.
But now I'm just rambling. Um. Should tell you that if you think Logan wasn't grr-ish enough in this chapter, just wait. ;0) He'll get to raise a little hell.
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Rippled waves lapped lazily onto the shore of the lake. Jubilee watched them as her mind wandered. She had sex with Clark. Okay, she could deal with that. She had been caught by three women who had somewhat maternal relationships with her. . . . Ugh! She'd rather be dead!
At least no one else knew. If everyone thought she was a slut, things would only get worse. They'd be weird around her. And they'd try to figure out why she slept around.
But she didn't really sleep around. Sure, Clark hadn't been her first, but Clark had been a mistake. She wasn't saying that she hadn't enjoyed it, just that she wasn't going to do it again. Ever. Even if he was kind of cute. . . . And sexy . . . And --
That wasn't a healthy train of thought, and she had to quickly reprimand herself. Sighing, she reclined back a little, using her arms to lean back on. Nope. Not a healthy train of thought at all. It was bad to think about his tight abs. . . . His gentle caresses. . . . His --
"Jubes?"
Damn Wolvie for intruding on those wonderful thoughts! "Hey, Wolvie! S'up?"
He unceremoniously plopped himself next to her on the sandy beach. He shifted the stogie in his mouth before talking again. "Just had an interestin' conversation with Jean."
She winced. Jean! Jubilee was going to kill her! That is, after she died, too. "Oh? What about?"
"I think ya know, darlin'."
Jubilee frowned. "Let's say I don't. Remind me."
Now, Logan had never had "the talk" with Jubilee. He had avoided it for a reason. Sex was fine. Sex was good. Sex was FUN! But Jubilee and sex? . . . He had to supress a shudder. Ewww . . . It just wasn't right! "Did ya have . . . " He paused as he looked for a word that he would be okay with. "Did ya have . . . relations with a guy?" That had sounded so wussy! Way to put your foot down!
Jubilee was pissed. And scared. She couldn't believe Jean had told Logan! Sure, he probably would have figured out that she had sex. Maybe. If he had stopped just once to see how she was doing in life. Like that would happen! But now that he did know, . . . they're relationship looked even more threatened.
She furiously dug her bare feet into the sandy beach and looked away, her eyes angry slits. "Yeah. I guess ya could say that."
Logan frowned. "Why?"
She shrugged. "Why not?"
He let out a somewhat aggitated sigh. "Jubes, this is serious. Sex is a serious thing. Ya can't just go around and leap into everyone's bed. -- "
"What?!" Jubilee turned around at that. Logan could smell the anger radiating from her. It made him nervous. "Ya callin' me a slut?! 'Cause that's what it sounds like! Ya think I don't know better 'an to just go around and sleep with everyone?! Grow up, Logan!"
He blinked a bit and eased away from her almost intangibly. Jubilee rarely called him Logan, and when she did, it was serious. "I didn't mean to make it sound like ya're a slut, darlin'. I'd never say that."
"Oh. Okay." She nodded. "Ya just think I'm stupid. That's so much better. -- "
"I didn't say that -- "
"Nope. Ya didn't. Ya just felt compelled to inform me that sleepin' around is bad. Thanks. I had no idea."
Logan frowned. Things weren't going as he had hoped. He decided to change the direction of the conversation. "Who's Clark? He a nice guy?" Boy, did he want to get his hands on that kid! His anger toward the boy showed itself when he began to involuntarily flex and unflex his hands into fists aggressively.
Jubilee noticed and frowned. "He's a good guy. Leave him alone."
Logan finally noticed what he was doing and stopped. "Sorry. Um. Just happened." He sighed. "Jean said ya told them that ya didn't love him."
"No. I don't."
Logan shook his head sadly. "Jubes, . . . sex is supposed to be an incredible thing between two people that love each other. -- "
"Oh please! Ya mean to tell me that ya've never had a one night stand?" She smirked at that, knowing that he couldn't without lying.
"That's different! -- "
"How?!"
"I've been around longer! -- "
"Ya've been around longer than everyone!"
"Right! So listen to me! I know!"
Jubilee shooked her head. "This scares you. Ya can't deal with the fact that I'm growin' up. -- "
"I never saw ya as a kid, darlin'. -- "
"But ya've never seen me as an adult, either."
Logan froze and looked at her carefully, studying her. "I guess . . . I never saw it that way. -- "
"If ya saw me as an adult, ya wouldn't be bitchin' at me about this. I mean, we'd probably be talkin', but . . . it wouldn't be like this."
Logan shook his head. "Jesus, kid, ya're just 18." He couldn't shake that thought. She was way too young.
That made Jubilee even angrier than anything else he had already said. It made her feel like he hadn't been listening at all. "Screw it, Logan."
She stood up and shook the sand off her feet before walking away. He didn't go after her. They both needed to think things through. Logan knew he definitely did.
Jubilee hoped no one was in the kitchen. If no on was there, she could sneak some beer out of the fridge, and no one would know the difference. And God knew she needed something to drink!
She made her way slowly, taking time to dust her feet off more thoroughly before she stepped inside. There was nothing worse than a pissed off Jean. Especially if it was about the cleanliness of the mansion. She could be just as anal as her husband Scott sometimes.
Her bare feet padded quietly on the carpeted hallway until she reached the kitchen. The cold linoleum was a shock. What was more of a shock was the way Bobby and Warren, who were seated at the kitchen table, were looking at her. They had stopped talking as soon as they had noticed her. And they were just . . . staring. Like . . . like what?
They knew!
Jubilee was going to KILL Jean!
And maybe Rogue and Ororo.
One of those three.
Or all three.
Who had been the weasel who told everyone?! She was going to kill that person until that person was SO dead that . . . she would never come back. Never. She would STAY very DEAD!
There was just one problem. All three of the other women had powers that could toast Jubilee and her own. Well, fine, let them be more powerful.
Jubilee frowned at Warren and Bobby. "Like neither of you have ever done it. Well, . . . " She smirked. "Maybe Bobby hasn't." She left the room, Warren's laughter following her as she did so.
The last thing she heard before she exited the front door of the mansion was Bobby's indignant plea for Warren to, "Shut up!"
She sighed and made it to the garage her Xterra was in. She just needed to get away from everyone for a while. She didn't know how long she'd be gone. Maybe a few hours. Maybe a few days. She didn't know where she was going to go. Maybe to a friend's house. Maybe even to Clark's. Or maybe to Massachusetts. One good thing about Emma was that she never judged any of her former or current students on such stupid actions.
Yeah. Emma's. Or . . . maybe Clark's.
I should caution you that I have just rediscovered the wonderful game known as Diablo. It is such an evil vice. Oh sigh. It's so wonderful. If you get no early chapters, it's because I'm off battling the forces of evil. Now I ask you, which is more important: writing fics or battling evil? Damn, I know. You're right. I'm sorry.
Mm. Also, this story has a weird soundtrack. That is, the music I've been listening to while writing the last part and while outlining everything else is interesting. A lot of Coal Chamber (It is my belief that the only sexier band alive is Placebo.), Placebo (the sexiest men in the world and beyond), Lo Fi All-Stars, and Imperial Teen. ::scratches head:: If anyone can tell me what those four bands have in common, . . . then you're more deductive than I am. I love my taste in music (and men. ::looks around to see if anyone got the joke:: Damn.), obviously, but . . . sometimes I wonder.
But now I'm just rambling. Um. Should tell you that if you think Logan wasn't grr-ish enough in this chapter, just wait. ;0) He'll get to raise a little hell.
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Rippled waves lapped lazily onto the shore of the lake. Jubilee watched them as her mind wandered. She had sex with Clark. Okay, she could deal with that. She had been caught by three women who had somewhat maternal relationships with her. . . . Ugh! She'd rather be dead!
At least no one else knew. If everyone thought she was a slut, things would only get worse. They'd be weird around her. And they'd try to figure out why she slept around.
But she didn't really sleep around. Sure, Clark hadn't been her first, but Clark had been a mistake. She wasn't saying that she hadn't enjoyed it, just that she wasn't going to do it again. Ever. Even if he was kind of cute. . . . And sexy . . . And --
That wasn't a healthy train of thought, and she had to quickly reprimand herself. Sighing, she reclined back a little, using her arms to lean back on. Nope. Not a healthy train of thought at all. It was bad to think about his tight abs. . . . His gentle caresses. . . . His --
"Jubes?"
Damn Wolvie for intruding on those wonderful thoughts! "Hey, Wolvie! S'up?"
He unceremoniously plopped himself next to her on the sandy beach. He shifted the stogie in his mouth before talking again. "Just had an interestin' conversation with Jean."
She winced. Jean! Jubilee was going to kill her! That is, after she died, too. "Oh? What about?"
"I think ya know, darlin'."
Jubilee frowned. "Let's say I don't. Remind me."
Now, Logan had never had "the talk" with Jubilee. He had avoided it for a reason. Sex was fine. Sex was good. Sex was FUN! But Jubilee and sex? . . . He had to supress a shudder. Ewww . . . It just wasn't right! "Did ya have . . . " He paused as he looked for a word that he would be okay with. "Did ya have . . . relations with a guy?" That had sounded so wussy! Way to put your foot down!
Jubilee was pissed. And scared. She couldn't believe Jean had told Logan! Sure, he probably would have figured out that she had sex. Maybe. If he had stopped just once to see how she was doing in life. Like that would happen! But now that he did know, . . . they're relationship looked even more threatened.
She furiously dug her bare feet into the sandy beach and looked away, her eyes angry slits. "Yeah. I guess ya could say that."
Logan frowned. "Why?"
She shrugged. "Why not?"
He let out a somewhat aggitated sigh. "Jubes, this is serious. Sex is a serious thing. Ya can't just go around and leap into everyone's bed. -- "
"What?!" Jubilee turned around at that. Logan could smell the anger radiating from her. It made him nervous. "Ya callin' me a slut?! 'Cause that's what it sounds like! Ya think I don't know better 'an to just go around and sleep with everyone?! Grow up, Logan!"
He blinked a bit and eased away from her almost intangibly. Jubilee rarely called him Logan, and when she did, it was serious. "I didn't mean to make it sound like ya're a slut, darlin'. I'd never say that."
"Oh. Okay." She nodded. "Ya just think I'm stupid. That's so much better. -- "
"I didn't say that -- "
"Nope. Ya didn't. Ya just felt compelled to inform me that sleepin' around is bad. Thanks. I had no idea."
Logan frowned. Things weren't going as he had hoped. He decided to change the direction of the conversation. "Who's Clark? He a nice guy?" Boy, did he want to get his hands on that kid! His anger toward the boy showed itself when he began to involuntarily flex and unflex his hands into fists aggressively.
Jubilee noticed and frowned. "He's a good guy. Leave him alone."
Logan finally noticed what he was doing and stopped. "Sorry. Um. Just happened." He sighed. "Jean said ya told them that ya didn't love him."
"No. I don't."
Logan shook his head sadly. "Jubes, . . . sex is supposed to be an incredible thing between two people that love each other. -- "
"Oh please! Ya mean to tell me that ya've never had a one night stand?" She smirked at that, knowing that he couldn't without lying.
"That's different! -- "
"How?!"
"I've been around longer! -- "
"Ya've been around longer than everyone!"
"Right! So listen to me! I know!"
Jubilee shooked her head. "This scares you. Ya can't deal with the fact that I'm growin' up. -- "
"I never saw ya as a kid, darlin'. -- "
"But ya've never seen me as an adult, either."
Logan froze and looked at her carefully, studying her. "I guess . . . I never saw it that way. -- "
"If ya saw me as an adult, ya wouldn't be bitchin' at me about this. I mean, we'd probably be talkin', but . . . it wouldn't be like this."
Logan shook his head. "Jesus, kid, ya're just 18." He couldn't shake that thought. She was way too young.
That made Jubilee even angrier than anything else he had already said. It made her feel like he hadn't been listening at all. "Screw it, Logan."
She stood up and shook the sand off her feet before walking away. He didn't go after her. They both needed to think things through. Logan knew he definitely did.
Jubilee hoped no one was in the kitchen. If no on was there, she could sneak some beer out of the fridge, and no one would know the difference. And God knew she needed something to drink!
She made her way slowly, taking time to dust her feet off more thoroughly before she stepped inside. There was nothing worse than a pissed off Jean. Especially if it was about the cleanliness of the mansion. She could be just as anal as her husband Scott sometimes.
Her bare feet padded quietly on the carpeted hallway until she reached the kitchen. The cold linoleum was a shock. What was more of a shock was the way Bobby and Warren, who were seated at the kitchen table, were looking at her. They had stopped talking as soon as they had noticed her. And they were just . . . staring. Like . . . like what?
They knew!
Jubilee was going to KILL Jean!
And maybe Rogue and Ororo.
One of those three.
Or all three.
Who had been the weasel who told everyone?! She was going to kill that person until that person was SO dead that . . . she would never come back. Never. She would STAY very DEAD!
There was just one problem. All three of the other women had powers that could toast Jubilee and her own. Well, fine, let them be more powerful.
Jubilee frowned at Warren and Bobby. "Like neither of you have ever done it. Well, . . . " She smirked. "Maybe Bobby hasn't." She left the room, Warren's laughter following her as she did so.
The last thing she heard before she exited the front door of the mansion was Bobby's indignant plea for Warren to, "Shut up!"
She sighed and made it to the garage her Xterra was in. She just needed to get away from everyone for a while. She didn't know how long she'd be gone. Maybe a few hours. Maybe a few days. She didn't know where she was going to go. Maybe to a friend's house. Maybe even to Clark's. Or maybe to Massachusetts. One good thing about Emma was that she never judged any of her former or current students on such stupid actions.
Yeah. Emma's. Or . . . maybe Clark's.