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She dashed through the mansion, unsure of what to do. She couldn't see the proffesser, he and Mr. McCoy went to a confrence in New York, and who ever knew where Logan was. She could touch, and who would she tell, what would she do?
"Rogue?" Her name caught her off guard, turning on her heels to see the one behind her.
"Warren." she stated, beggining to step backwards.
"Rogue, what's wrong?" he asked, worriedly,"You're bleeding."
She just looked at him, before looking down to her hand, the cut must have been deep, the blood dripped down her finger tips in gushes of crimson, she was almost captured within it as she watched the blood drip to the floor. Her hand was grabbed suddenly, lifted up. she pulled it back suddenly, forgetting she could touch. He had reached for her so boldly, she didn't ever tell him...no, he didn't know.
"Rogue, let me clean that up for you." She nodded absently as he led her to the kitchen, grabbing wet towel and placeing it to her delicate hand. The warmth stung at first but felt better as the time went on. "Rogue, how did this happen?" he asked, looking at her.
"Oh...Scott and I were skating, and I fell." she stated, pulling off the stained sweater to reveal a stingy black top, exposing her milky colored skin.
"And, these?" Warren asked softly, brushing tear tracks from her cheeks. Rogue brought her face away shyly.
"I guess it hurt when I fell." she lied.
"That was a nice try, now, how about the truth?" Warren said, eyeing her.
"Miss Popularity came home early, it was a bit of a fiasco." she said, looking at him.
"And?" she just looked him, a look of, I'm done talking about.
"Right," Warren said looking away,"This, MIss Popularity, is that Jean?"
Rogue looked at him,"How'd you know Jean-"
"We already met," Warren finished for her,"I told her you guys were at the pond, I didn't know she would go bother you two." Rogue just shook her head, standing.
"Let's go get that stiched up, it needs proffesional care."
Rogue nodded, letting Warren's arm snake around her shoulders, she felt a strange comfort with him.
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"So she was lying to us the whole time!?" Jean demanded, glareing at Scott.
"No, she didn't even know, she seemed just as amazed to as I did." Scott said in Rogue's defense.
"So, you just decided to nearly kiss her?" Jean asked with disdain.
"No!" Scott cried...wait, was he going to kiss her? It seemed like a good idea.
"Why do you care so much?" cott asked with firery curiousity. jean stopped, her face shapeing into confusion. Why did she care, after all, Scott was like her brother...or was he?
"Because!" she shot back,"You could have been hurt!" Jean stormed away in anger..or was it jealousy?
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Rogue lingered in her vacant room, picking at the sticky black stiches in her hand. 26, she had to have 26 stiches to sew up the stupid caught beneath her thumb. She sighed, was that really what she was worried about, or was it Scott and Jean, or Scott and Warren? She couldn't deny she loved Scott, but was that it, she loved him? Did the feeling change? Warren or Scott...she had a chance with Warren, and she felt something for him, that couldn't be denied. Jean was back now, and Scott would be happy. She decided it was time to try her luck with Warren.
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Okay, the next chapter will be Warren/Rogue unless I get more Scott/Rogue votes...gimme' ideas and 5 reviews!
Next Chapter: Rogue falls to Warren while Scott suffers in silence...but Jean wants Warren too...what's this, trying to get even with Rogue?
She dashed through the mansion, unsure of what to do. She couldn't see the proffesser, he and Mr. McCoy went to a confrence in New York, and who ever knew where Logan was. She could touch, and who would she tell, what would she do?
"Rogue?" Her name caught her off guard, turning on her heels to see the one behind her.
"Warren." she stated, beggining to step backwards.
"Rogue, what's wrong?" he asked, worriedly,"You're bleeding."
She just looked at him, before looking down to her hand, the cut must have been deep, the blood dripped down her finger tips in gushes of crimson, she was almost captured within it as she watched the blood drip to the floor. Her hand was grabbed suddenly, lifted up. she pulled it back suddenly, forgetting she could touch. He had reached for her so boldly, she didn't ever tell him...no, he didn't know.
"Rogue, let me clean that up for you." She nodded absently as he led her to the kitchen, grabbing wet towel and placeing it to her delicate hand. The warmth stung at first but felt better as the time went on. "Rogue, how did this happen?" he asked, looking at her.
"Oh...Scott and I were skating, and I fell." she stated, pulling off the stained sweater to reveal a stingy black top, exposing her milky colored skin.
"And, these?" Warren asked softly, brushing tear tracks from her cheeks. Rogue brought her face away shyly.
"I guess it hurt when I fell." she lied.
"That was a nice try, now, how about the truth?" Warren said, eyeing her.
"Miss Popularity came home early, it was a bit of a fiasco." she said, looking at him.
"And?" she just looked him, a look of, I'm done talking about.
"Right," Warren said looking away,"This, MIss Popularity, is that Jean?"
Rogue looked at him,"How'd you know Jean-"
"We already met," Warren finished for her,"I told her you guys were at the pond, I didn't know she would go bother you two." Rogue just shook her head, standing.
"Let's go get that stiched up, it needs proffesional care."
Rogue nodded, letting Warren's arm snake around her shoulders, she felt a strange comfort with him.
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"So she was lying to us the whole time!?" Jean demanded, glareing at Scott.
"No, she didn't even know, she seemed just as amazed to as I did." Scott said in Rogue's defense.
"So, you just decided to nearly kiss her?" Jean asked with disdain.
"No!" Scott cried...wait, was he going to kiss her? It seemed like a good idea.
"Why do you care so much?" cott asked with firery curiousity. jean stopped, her face shapeing into confusion. Why did she care, after all, Scott was like her brother...or was he?
"Because!" she shot back,"You could have been hurt!" Jean stormed away in anger..or was it jealousy?
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Rogue lingered in her vacant room, picking at the sticky black stiches in her hand. 26, she had to have 26 stiches to sew up the stupid caught beneath her thumb. She sighed, was that really what she was worried about, or was it Scott and Jean, or Scott and Warren? She couldn't deny she loved Scott, but was that it, she loved him? Did the feeling change? Warren or Scott...she had a chance with Warren, and she felt something for him, that couldn't be denied. Jean was back now, and Scott would be happy. She decided it was time to try her luck with Warren.
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Okay, the next chapter will be Warren/Rogue unless I get more Scott/Rogue votes...gimme' ideas and 5 reviews!
Next Chapter: Rogue falls to Warren while Scott suffers in silence...but Jean wants Warren too...what's this, trying to get even with Rogue?