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Friday. The school dance.
Sigh.
I hated it. I swear it was everywhere. That damned dance was the topic of every freaking conversation in the school. It would always be some girl who wanted to tell everyone about her new dress, or how she had just had the cutest guy ask her out (I later remarked bitterly that he must be very busy, and received several odd stares), or how her boyfriend had given her a first kiss there, and everyone would talk about their plans. Then, someone would notice I hadn't said anything during the entire conversation, and ask what my plans were. Then, I would explain that I couldn't go, and everyone would assume I wasn't able to get a date, and when I said that they were wrong, they would ask me why I couldn't go. I would then freeze up, and they'd still assume that I couldn't get a date.
My life was a living hell.
If it hadn't been for Rogue and Kurt, I would have probably sunk into a deep depression. As it was, Rogue and I simply complained to one another about the whole thing, while Kurt made us laugh by telling everyone he couldn't go because he had leprosy.
Quite a few people were avoiding Kurt by the end of the day.
The other students at the institute weren't helping. Scott and Jean were suddenly acting so romantic it was sickening. I mean, I'm a hopeless romantic (never, ever tell anyone), and even I wanted to throw things at them. Rogue took off her gloves and tried to go after them. Luckily, Kurt was there, and he managed to catch her. Evan and Kitty had found dates (after the whole lunchtime disaster, Kitty asked a football player who had just dumped his girlfriend), and went on and on about them. And on. And on.
Anyway, they would be talking about how much fun the dance was, and then they would look at Rogue/Kurt/me (whoever was closest) and say, "Oh, Rogue/Kurt/Leo, I'm sorry. I forgot you weren't going."
And Rogue/Kurt/I would say, without fail, "No big deal. You can talk about it if you want."
Then they'd give us these pitying looks, like we were some form of animal that wasn't feeling well, and shake their heads.
I mean, Kurt was feeling irritable at the end of the day. I was just plain ticked, and Rogue was downright homicidal.
On the other hand, I was making major points with my English teacher. That day, we were supposed to personify an emotion. I, of course, wrote about anger. At the end of the hour, she said she wanted to talk to me, privately.
"I'm glad we have someone who can think outside of the box. That paper that you wrote about this man, Logan, was very good, and it was refreshing to see a student write about someone other than a girlfriend or boyfriend. And now, with the dance approaching, everyone is thinking about love, and you write this paper about anger. Absolutely brilliant, Mister Lyons."
I wisely didn't tell her I wasn't going.
I ran out of the classroom, desperately trying to get to the parking lot where Scott was parked before they managed to get mad about it. "Just because you're not going to the dance tonight," someone would say, "doesn't mean you should slow down everyone who is." The world revolved around the dance that night, or so everyone thought except Rogue, Kurt, and me.
I spun around the corner, and nearly ran into Rogue. We jogged side by side.
"Fightin' in the gym. What made ya late?" she asked.
"English teacher congratulated me."
"What?"
"I wrote a piece on anger that was apparently very inspired."
"Ah see."
Scott's car was in the parking lot, along with a very angry Scott, Jean, Evan, Kitty, and Kurt (I could only assume Kurt had different reasons for being angry. He must've been late too).
"You guys are late," Jean informed us.
"Yes, I know. Not out fault," I tried.
"Who's fault was it, then?" asked Evan.
"Our teachers."
"Both of your teachers?" Kitty.
"Yeah," Rogue put in.
Kitty snorted. I vaguely wondered what was going on between them, but before I could comment, Scott decided to comment.
"Guys, just because you're not going to the dance tonight, doesn't mean you should slow down everyone who is."
I sighed. "Typical."
"What is? Being angry because you're making us late."
"Actually, no. Typical of you to say that. Besides, you certainly aren't rushing for the freaking dance."
Scott pointed toward the car. "Get in."
"Look, I know you're our leader. I accept that. In fact, I can't think of anyone else who would do as well at it as you. But you do not boss me around."
"So you are trying to make us late."
Where the hell had he gotten that? "A please would be nice."
"Get in, please."
"Well, it's a little sarcastic, but it'll do for now." I climbed in, followed by Rogue and Kurt. I looked at Kurt.
"He give you a hard time, too?"
"Ja. And I beat Evan zere."
The ride didn't improve things. By the time we had reached home, I was mad as hell at Scott, and him at me. The others were all mad at one another, but Scott and I were the major fighters. If anyone made any comments, one of us would reply, and the other one would go after the first. It was very obviously divided, though sometimes Kitty or Kurt would try to make peace with everyone. It never worked, though. Scott or I would, of course, find a problem with it. I walked through the front door angry but still calm. Kurt had 'ported out the first chance he got, and I'd've done it too, if I could've. I saw a note on the doorframe. Grabbed it. Damn, the professor, Ororo, and Logan had some urgent business that had just come up. They'd be back on Sunday. I didn't know if I could live with Scott for two days without adult supervision. Professor Xavier was going to be coming back with bodies hidden all over the mansion.
Scott showed up then. I wordlessly passed the note to him. He read it, and passed it to Jean to tell everyone else. Then he stepped in front of me, blocking my way.
"Get out of my way, Scott."
"No. What's your problem, Leo?"
"The fact that you're in my way, Scott."
"You know what I mean."
"I could ask you the same question."
"Excuse me? I'm not the problem here."
"Oh, really?"
"You're not the boss of me? How juvenile."
"Glad you learned a new word, Scott. Besides, that's not what I said. I said 'Don't boss me around.' There's a big difference."
"It's still juvenile," snapped Scott.
"Don't treat me like a little kid, and you won't think I act like one," I returned.
"You were the one that was late."
"So? Hasn't anyone else ever been late?"
"Sure, by accident."
I shook my head in disgust. "Scott, neither of us is going to agree with the other. Have a fun time."
I started to go around him, but he caught my arm. For a second I pulled back my fist, but luckily I caught myself in time.
"Let… me… go," I hissed.
"Not until you tell me what's going on."
"You want to know what's going on? Fine. Rogue got in trouble for fighting, and I had to talk to my English teacher. And you are completely overreacting. As shocking as it must be to hear this, the world doesn't revolve around this evening."
Scott did what was possibly the dumbest thing he could do. He said, "Well, excuse us for trying to have one night like normal kids."
That was all I could take. I hit him in the jaw. Hard.
There was an audible gasp, and a detached part of myself realized that everyone had been standing there, listening to Scott and me arguing.
"DON'T GIVE ME NORMAL! IS THAT WHY YOU'RE SO MAD AT US?! ARE WE NOT NORMAL ENOUGH FOR YOU?! DO YOU NOT REALIZE HOW LUCKY YOU ARE?! CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT KURT, ROGUE AND I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL?!"
Scott stumbled back, more from my voice from my punch.
"KURT, ROGUE AND I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO GO OUT AND HAVE A GOOD TIME WITHOUT WORRYING ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE TOUCHING US, OR KURT AND I TAKING OFF OUR WATCHES! ROGUE WAS RAISED BY A CARETAKER, AND SHE ALMOST NEVER MET HER REAL PARENTS! KURT HAD TO ALWAYS BE ON THE RUN! I'VE BEEN ALMOST KILLED MORE TIMES THAN ANY OF YOU HAVE YEARS LEFT! DON'T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT NORMAL!"
I managed to more or less get control of myself right then. I spun on my heel and headed for the front door, I said, "I'm going to get some air. Stretch my legs. You guys have a fun, normal night."
Then I took off.