I don't own the song "Dancing Queen." ABBA does. Why should Lance be the only one tortured? Just couldn't resist this little songfic torture.

You Are Annoying Jean!

"Look at them," Taryn sniffed. "Walking hand in hand. Just a few days after she ditches Duncan she's got Scott wrapped around her finger."

"Come on," Anya patted her shoulder. "The whole school knows what a tramp she is. Eventually Scott will too!"

"I just want to get her back!" Taryn snapped.

"Maybe there is a way to speed things up," Anya saw the Brotherhood joking around the halls. "Wait right there!" She went over to the Brotherhood.

"Oh boys," Anya smiled. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Buzz off sister," Pietro snapped. "We don't do no favors for nobody!"

"It involves tormenting Jean Grey."

"Oh well in that case what do you need us to do?" Pietro smiled.

"I have an idea but I need you boys to pull it off," Anya said. "Call it a favor for a friend. If you do this, I'll give you guys twenty bucks."

"Make it fifty and we have a deal," Lance smirked. "So what's the plan?"

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Principal Kelly walked down the hallway to oversee the students at lunch. He saw a sign on the janitor's closet saying: KELLY DON'T LOOK IN HERE! Frowning, Kelly opened the door and was promptly hit in the head by a mallet suspended by a trigger on the door.

"Told you so," Pietro snickered as he shoved the unconscious principal inside. "Now for phase two!"

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Lunchtime and everyone was eating. Scott and Jean were together at a table with a few others from the Institute. Taryn frowned as Anya came over and sat down. "So what's the plan?"

"Just sit back," Anya pointed out. "The show is about to begin!"

"I don't see how you can like that loser!" Evan said to Kitty.

"Come on Evan, Lance isn't that bad," Kitty defended.

"What the…?" Jean looked as four figures came out in red wigs onto a makeshift stage.

"What they doing now?" Scott groaned. Lance, Pietro, Fred and John were wearing red wigs and holding microphones.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Pietro smiled. "It's kareokee time!" He turned on some music that was the sound of ABBA's 'Dancing Queen'. But the lyrics were clearly different.

You think you're so hot!

You think you're so fine!

Girl are you out of your mind?

See that door?

Why not leave?

You are annoying Jean!

With two boys you like to go

Listen girl, how can you be so low?

Do you think we're all blind? That no one would ever notice how quick you act?

You live for power over a guy

Admit it, it gives you a high!

As soon as you get one, you want another! To you it's just a dance

And you'll dump him when you get a chance!

You are annoying Jean!

You pretend to be nice, but you're so mean!

Annoying Jean!

You strut down the halls like you're the queen! Oh yeah!

You think you're so hot!

You think you're so fine!

Girl you are out of your mind!

See that door?

Please leave the scene!

You're so annoying Jean!

The song was bad enough, but what really got to Jean was that Duncan and his crowd requested an encore! "Hey I'll give you fifty bucks if you make a tape of that!" Duncan's latest girlfriend hollered.

"Oh this is priceless!" Taryn howled. "I wish I had a camera."

"Don't need one," Anya pointed out. "Wanda's got it all on tape. She's giving me a free copy. The rest she's gonna sell at twenty dollars a copy!"

"Oh god," Jean hid her head. "This is so humiliating!"

"You were saying?" Scott whirled on Kitty.

"Heh," Kitty laughed meekly. Then she frowned. "Lance Alvers you are so dead!"