A/N: Mwahahaha. This is the eye opening chapter, hope it doesnt suck too bad.....
WHY I HATE CUPID -- chapter four
There came a small knock at the door. I don't reply, but the person comes in anyways. It's Jean Grey. She looks afraid, intimidated if you will, and I immeadiately think that they heard me screaming at Todd about an hour ago. I guess I was too hard on the little guy. Yeah. I was. It's just frustrating to hear him say me Evan got hurt. Why would Todd lie to me like that? Why would....
"Uh Pietro?" Jean says.
Damn her interupting my musings....
"What?" I sound a little more icy than I want to.
"We're going to the police station to see if Scott has to stand trial," she says quietly, "Are you going to come with us or would you rather stay here?"
"I want to stay."
"Alright then," Jean says. She hesititates for a moment and then speaks again, "Would you like one of us to stay here with you?"
"No." My answers, I find, are rather abrupt and cold. I ponder that as Jean leaves the room, closing the door, and come up with the 'they derserve it for being such jerks and lying to me' routine.
I hear the car leave and sigh. My clothing is covered with blood and I wonder how it got there as I search through Evan's closet for a change of clothes. I finally decide on a pair of shorts, quite short for Evan's style so I believe they are mine left here from another occasion, and come across my tan shirt with the black sleeves that Evan bought me. I quickly dress and head out for a walk.
The air was fairly warm, it being the blossom of summer, and it was dead. As I walked by the school, I was hit by a memory.
~*~*~*~*~ FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~
"Hey Evan," I said coming up behind him and grabbing him in a hug, "How's it goin?"
"Hey Pet," Evan replied, "What's up?"
"You really wanna know?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear when his face welcomed a small blush, "You coming over tonight?"
"Yeah," Evan replied, "Scott is gonna pick me up. He just needs a time."
"Well... Lance comes home from work at five, so get Scotty to pick you at 4:30," I replied.
"Fve?"
"Yeah. He got a new job," I reply, "He's a cop."
"That isn't fair," Evan replied dryly.
"What isn't?"
"Why does Lance oppose us being together?" Evan frowned, "It just dosen't make any sense! It's not like we're fightin or anything..."
"It's just Lance bein Lance. Don't frown, it's not a good look for you," I replied. I kissed his neck lightly, "I'll see you tonight, alright?"
"Yeah. Bye Pet."
~*~*~*~*~ END FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~
I walk back to the X-Mansion because it has begun raining.
They get home just as I'm leaving. I have on a waterproof jacket and an umbrella.
"How'd it go?"
"Excellent," Jean replied, happy that I was outside of Evan's room I suppose, "Scott doesn't have to go to court."
"Hey yo," Todd says, "Where're you goin Pietro?"
I push past him, shunning myself for being so rude, and head outside. They follow me.
"Where are you going?" Jean asks me.
I turn around and face them. "I'm going to the hospital to prove that Evan isn't there. DON'T follow me." Yeah, I know I'm being mean, but all I can think of is Evan. They follow me and I groan in frustration. I throw down my umbrella and run, using my speed, to the hospital.
Of course, even when I arrived at the hospital and was standing in front of the plump female nurse at the checkout desk, I knew they were coming.
"Uhm," I say, "Is a teenager by the name of Evan Daniels check into here?"
"Evan Daniels...," Her voice is annoying and monotonous, "Yes he is. Are you family?"
"Uh... no, not exactly," I feel my face burn a shade of rose.
"So what are you then?"
"Uhm... boyfriend."
She gives me a sideways glance, "Room one twelve." As I leave, I hear her mutter, "All the cute ones are gay...."
I find room 1 12 almost immeadiately and brace myself for anything. Evan could be hurt, not awake, dying!
I open the door.
Evan is lying on the bed. He's shirtless with bandages on his chest. He's on an IV. Images and noises flash through my brain as I walk to his bedisde. My legs can no longer hold me as I notice the gun shot wound in his chest.
I collapse at his side and, as I convulse into fits of tears, I remember what happened that night.
~*~*~*~*~ FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~
Evan and I were sitting on the couch in the Brotherhood house. We're in the livingroom. We don't here Scott's car drive up as Evan show my lips true wonderland. My hand slides up his shirt and massage his chest as I sigh into his mouth. He smiles and kisses me a little more forcefully, trying to make me moan. Being with Evan was pure competition. Everytime we were together like this, we'd have an unsaid competition on who can make who moan first. Sometimes I win, sometimes he does. Deep down I love him though and I know he loves me too. Evan slides his hands up my shirt, after untucking it from my beige corduroy pants, and teases my nipples with his fingers. He almost wins, but then I do it to him and he gives me a small cry of surprise. I grin, knowing I'm winning. Whoever wins gets to be on top. Personally I don't mind being on the bottom, but Evan has the tendancy to *torture* me when I am. It drives me crazy.
I pull his shirt off of him and throw it down to the floor.
I don't hear the other car coming up, but I do however hear the heavey, protective vest fall to the floor in the doorway of the livingroom. We've been caught.
I look up from Evan and shift my vision from the clock and the doorway. It's 5:02. Even worse, it's Lance.
Evan stands up and pulls his shirt back on.
"Lance, uh, hi," I say.
"What's going on here?" Lance's voice scares me. It sounds dangerous.
"Uhm.... nothing?"
He frowns deeply, giving Evan evil eyes. He pulls out his gun, aiming it at Evan.
"Lance what're you doin!? You're scaring the crap out of me. Please just put the gun away I don't want anybody to be hurt!" I say. I speak frantically and faster than normal.
"I know EXACTLY what I'm doing." He pulls the trigger, shooting Evan in the stomach. Blood flies everywhere. I run over from my spot and catch him before he hits the ground.
"Evan! OmigodOmigodOmigod...." I hear a thump and look up.
Scott must have come to the door to knock and heard the gunshot. He had taken the gun away from Lance. Lance started to advance on us.
"Lance nononononononononoooo!" I say, tears streaming down my face.
Lance reaches down to me and Scott pulls the trigger. Lance falls forward and I use my speed to get me and Evan away from the couch. Lance falls, dead and Scott stairs at the gun in his hand. I bend over Evan, as if protecting him and bawl.
~*~*~*~*~*~ END FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: There. Now everybody knows what the hell happened.
WHY I HATE CUPID -- chapter four
There came a small knock at the door. I don't reply, but the person comes in anyways. It's Jean Grey. She looks afraid, intimidated if you will, and I immeadiately think that they heard me screaming at Todd about an hour ago. I guess I was too hard on the little guy. Yeah. I was. It's just frustrating to hear him say me Evan got hurt. Why would Todd lie to me like that? Why would....
"Uh Pietro?" Jean says.
Damn her interupting my musings....
"What?" I sound a little more icy than I want to.
"We're going to the police station to see if Scott has to stand trial," she says quietly, "Are you going to come with us or would you rather stay here?"
"I want to stay."
"Alright then," Jean says. She hesititates for a moment and then speaks again, "Would you like one of us to stay here with you?"
"No." My answers, I find, are rather abrupt and cold. I ponder that as Jean leaves the room, closing the door, and come up with the 'they derserve it for being such jerks and lying to me' routine.
I hear the car leave and sigh. My clothing is covered with blood and I wonder how it got there as I search through Evan's closet for a change of clothes. I finally decide on a pair of shorts, quite short for Evan's style so I believe they are mine left here from another occasion, and come across my tan shirt with the black sleeves that Evan bought me. I quickly dress and head out for a walk.
The air was fairly warm, it being the blossom of summer, and it was dead. As I walked by the school, I was hit by a memory.
~*~*~*~*~ FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~
"Hey Evan," I said coming up behind him and grabbing him in a hug, "How's it goin?"
"Hey Pet," Evan replied, "What's up?"
"You really wanna know?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear when his face welcomed a small blush, "You coming over tonight?"
"Yeah," Evan replied, "Scott is gonna pick me up. He just needs a time."
"Well... Lance comes home from work at five, so get Scotty to pick you at 4:30," I replied.
"Fve?"
"Yeah. He got a new job," I reply, "He's a cop."
"That isn't fair," Evan replied dryly.
"What isn't?"
"Why does Lance oppose us being together?" Evan frowned, "It just dosen't make any sense! It's not like we're fightin or anything..."
"It's just Lance bein Lance. Don't frown, it's not a good look for you," I replied. I kissed his neck lightly, "I'll see you tonight, alright?"
"Yeah. Bye Pet."
~*~*~*~*~ END FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~
I walk back to the X-Mansion because it has begun raining.
They get home just as I'm leaving. I have on a waterproof jacket and an umbrella.
"How'd it go?"
"Excellent," Jean replied, happy that I was outside of Evan's room I suppose, "Scott doesn't have to go to court."
"Hey yo," Todd says, "Where're you goin Pietro?"
I push past him, shunning myself for being so rude, and head outside. They follow me.
"Where are you going?" Jean asks me.
I turn around and face them. "I'm going to the hospital to prove that Evan isn't there. DON'T follow me." Yeah, I know I'm being mean, but all I can think of is Evan. They follow me and I groan in frustration. I throw down my umbrella and run, using my speed, to the hospital.
Of course, even when I arrived at the hospital and was standing in front of the plump female nurse at the checkout desk, I knew they were coming.
"Uhm," I say, "Is a teenager by the name of Evan Daniels check into here?"
"Evan Daniels...," Her voice is annoying and monotonous, "Yes he is. Are you family?"
"Uh... no, not exactly," I feel my face burn a shade of rose.
"So what are you then?"
"Uhm... boyfriend."
She gives me a sideways glance, "Room one twelve." As I leave, I hear her mutter, "All the cute ones are gay...."
I find room 1 12 almost immeadiately and brace myself for anything. Evan could be hurt, not awake, dying!
I open the door.
Evan is lying on the bed. He's shirtless with bandages on his chest. He's on an IV. Images and noises flash through my brain as I walk to his bedisde. My legs can no longer hold me as I notice the gun shot wound in his chest.
I collapse at his side and, as I convulse into fits of tears, I remember what happened that night.
~*~*~*~*~ FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~
Evan and I were sitting on the couch in the Brotherhood house. We're in the livingroom. We don't here Scott's car drive up as Evan show my lips true wonderland. My hand slides up his shirt and massage his chest as I sigh into his mouth. He smiles and kisses me a little more forcefully, trying to make me moan. Being with Evan was pure competition. Everytime we were together like this, we'd have an unsaid competition on who can make who moan first. Sometimes I win, sometimes he does. Deep down I love him though and I know he loves me too. Evan slides his hands up my shirt, after untucking it from my beige corduroy pants, and teases my nipples with his fingers. He almost wins, but then I do it to him and he gives me a small cry of surprise. I grin, knowing I'm winning. Whoever wins gets to be on top. Personally I don't mind being on the bottom, but Evan has the tendancy to *torture* me when I am. It drives me crazy.
I pull his shirt off of him and throw it down to the floor.
I don't hear the other car coming up, but I do however hear the heavey, protective vest fall to the floor in the doorway of the livingroom. We've been caught.
I look up from Evan and shift my vision from the clock and the doorway. It's 5:02. Even worse, it's Lance.
Evan stands up and pulls his shirt back on.
"Lance, uh, hi," I say.
"What's going on here?" Lance's voice scares me. It sounds dangerous.
"Uhm.... nothing?"
He frowns deeply, giving Evan evil eyes. He pulls out his gun, aiming it at Evan.
"Lance what're you doin!? You're scaring the crap out of me. Please just put the gun away I don't want anybody to be hurt!" I say. I speak frantically and faster than normal.
"I know EXACTLY what I'm doing." He pulls the trigger, shooting Evan in the stomach. Blood flies everywhere. I run over from my spot and catch him before he hits the ground.
"Evan! OmigodOmigodOmigod...." I hear a thump and look up.
Scott must have come to the door to knock and heard the gunshot. He had taken the gun away from Lance. Lance started to advance on us.
"Lance nononononononononoooo!" I say, tears streaming down my face.
Lance reaches down to me and Scott pulls the trigger. Lance falls forward and I use my speed to get me and Evan away from the couch. Lance falls, dead and Scott stairs at the gun in his hand. I bend over Evan, as if protecting him and bawl.
~*~*~*~*~*~ END FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: There. Now everybody knows what the hell happened.