Short chapter, I know. I wrote the reason down at the bottom, so...just read the chapter. And enjoy what's here! :D
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Chapter Fourteen: Time Out To Think
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Greta spent most of the next day in school appraising Evan; it was lucky that school was nearly out for the summer, so that there was little else to do during the day. Usually, she would just bring a book to occupy herself, but this time all she brought was a pen in her notebook. It wasn't like she was taking notes on him or anything (she may have been out of the social loop, but she did know *some* things), but, rather, she used the notebook to try to be nonchalant about her 'spying' - after all, if she decided not to "make a move," as Rogue had put it, she didn't want him finding out she was at least interested enough to find out more about him.
Settling in to her first class, Geometry, she took a long, hard look at the back of Evan's head. Seeing as it was a math class, one of those classes where teachers just didn't know when to quit, Mr. Dawson strode to the front of the classroom and began to lecture about triangles or something-or-other, hardly noticing when all except the incredibly prudent students (Note: Hey, I rhymed!) tuned him out to concentrate on other things. _I don't know much about hair-styles,_ Greta thought, opening her notebook, _but I would have to say this one is...unusual._ Then again, everyone was entitled to their own style, Greta had learned, unusual or not. On the checklist on the inside of her eyelids, she marked herself off as "neutral" about Evan's hair. Then she pulled out her pen from a pocket in her medium-sized cargo pants and began to "concentrate" intensely on her first doodle of the day.
The rest of the schoolday was spent in much the same way (Note: I rhymed again!). Whenever Evan wasn't looking at her, Greta was looking at him, making note of all the mannerisms she cared to think about - the way he spoke to his friends, the way he leaned on his elbow and stared into space when lost in thought, the way a sparkle shone in his eyes when someone made him laugh...
_Whoa, wait a minute, what am I thinking?!_ She began to bite her lip again at lunch, a slight concerned expression coming over her face. Her friends tried to ask her what was wrong, but they fell back when she simply assured them that she was "gonna miss school." Rogue knew to leave well enough alone, however, and continued to mind her own business for the rest of the day - she knew the girl was a newbie when it came to this stuff, and, while she wasn't going to butt her way into the situation, she was more than willing to lend a helping hand should she be asked.
Come the end of the day, Greta felt that she had sorted out all the facts that she needed to know. All that was left to do was ponder them. She bit her lip as she walked towards Scott's car, ready to go home and think for the rest of the evening, when she looked up to see that there was nobody waiting for her in the car. Puzzled, she turned back to look at the school for any clues, only to see Kitty running up to her, in full uniform.
"What's wrong?" asked Greta, confused.
"It's the Brotherhood," Kitty replied, a little winded. "They're trashing the cafeteria - unprovoked. C'mon, we need your help!" She grabbed the wrist of the bewildered teen and began jogging back towards the building. Greta had no choice but to follow.
"Aren't the students gonna see us?"
"No, they've all cleared out! They scattered at the first tremor!" There was a small note of melancholy in Kitty's voice as she said 'tremor.'
"Do I hafta change into my uniform?"
"No time. Don't worry, Greta, I'm sure you'll do fine anyway." This was Greta's first skirmish with the Brotherhood. In fact, it was the first time she'd ever been called on by the X-Men to use her powers out of the Danger Room. She just hoped that she'd be a help, not a setback.
They reached the cafeteria, and already Greta could see there was going to be trouble. The four mutants had gone crazy with the spray paint, and, while the lettering was creative, the message contained was certainly not going to help anyone better digest their meals (Note: And they're gonna need all the help they can get). Silly string littered the floor, as well as the former contents of several large trash bins. Tables had been smashed in half, trampled, slimed, dented, smashed into walls, scorched, stuck to the ceiling, and nearly every other form of destruction imaginable to the imaginative table (Note: hee-hee). A wide, open space had been formed in the melee, somewhere near the middle of the large room, and that's where the skirmish was centered. Their opponents had obviously been training more than usual, since, from what Greta had been told, their fighting skills were much improved. Biting her lip, Greta was quick to join the fight.
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End of Chapter Fourteen. I was going to do a whole bunch more here, but I couldn't decide what I wanted to happen. So, I'm asking anyone who's reading to give me suggestions (that *aren't* incredibly predictable, like my ideas were). Here were the ideas that I had:
1) Have Evan get injured (too predictable).
2) Have Greta get distracted by Evan, then get injured (too sappy, plus she's already been injured once. Don't want to repeat myself and have her too vulnerable).
3) Have Greta kick a lotta ass because of excess anger (don't you think she has enough problems already?).
4) Have the Brotherhood win (my sister's suggestion - in my opinion, not really a flying chance in hell of this happening).
5) Have Greta kick a lotta ass and move on (my most promising idea, but I thought it seemed too anticlimactic).
So, what do you think? Do you have any suggestions as to where I go next? I mean, I have this whole plan for when the fight's over, but I *had* to include the fight to as to space out the story, also to show Greta having some combat experience, and...aw, crap. Well, I'm stuck here, so *please* give me some suggestions. I'm begging you. :D
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Chapter Fourteen: Time Out To Think
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Greta spent most of the next day in school appraising Evan; it was lucky that school was nearly out for the summer, so that there was little else to do during the day. Usually, she would just bring a book to occupy herself, but this time all she brought was a pen in her notebook. It wasn't like she was taking notes on him or anything (she may have been out of the social loop, but she did know *some* things), but, rather, she used the notebook to try to be nonchalant about her 'spying' - after all, if she decided not to "make a move," as Rogue had put it, she didn't want him finding out she was at least interested enough to find out more about him.
Settling in to her first class, Geometry, she took a long, hard look at the back of Evan's head. Seeing as it was a math class, one of those classes where teachers just didn't know when to quit, Mr. Dawson strode to the front of the classroom and began to lecture about triangles or something-or-other, hardly noticing when all except the incredibly prudent students (Note: Hey, I rhymed!) tuned him out to concentrate on other things. _I don't know much about hair-styles,_ Greta thought, opening her notebook, _but I would have to say this one is...unusual._ Then again, everyone was entitled to their own style, Greta had learned, unusual or not. On the checklist on the inside of her eyelids, she marked herself off as "neutral" about Evan's hair. Then she pulled out her pen from a pocket in her medium-sized cargo pants and began to "concentrate" intensely on her first doodle of the day.
The rest of the schoolday was spent in much the same way (Note: I rhymed again!). Whenever Evan wasn't looking at her, Greta was looking at him, making note of all the mannerisms she cared to think about - the way he spoke to his friends, the way he leaned on his elbow and stared into space when lost in thought, the way a sparkle shone in his eyes when someone made him laugh...
_Whoa, wait a minute, what am I thinking?!_ She began to bite her lip again at lunch, a slight concerned expression coming over her face. Her friends tried to ask her what was wrong, but they fell back when she simply assured them that she was "gonna miss school." Rogue knew to leave well enough alone, however, and continued to mind her own business for the rest of the day - she knew the girl was a newbie when it came to this stuff, and, while she wasn't going to butt her way into the situation, she was more than willing to lend a helping hand should she be asked.
Come the end of the day, Greta felt that she had sorted out all the facts that she needed to know. All that was left to do was ponder them. She bit her lip as she walked towards Scott's car, ready to go home and think for the rest of the evening, when she looked up to see that there was nobody waiting for her in the car. Puzzled, she turned back to look at the school for any clues, only to see Kitty running up to her, in full uniform.
"What's wrong?" asked Greta, confused.
"It's the Brotherhood," Kitty replied, a little winded. "They're trashing the cafeteria - unprovoked. C'mon, we need your help!" She grabbed the wrist of the bewildered teen and began jogging back towards the building. Greta had no choice but to follow.
"Aren't the students gonna see us?"
"No, they've all cleared out! They scattered at the first tremor!" There was a small note of melancholy in Kitty's voice as she said 'tremor.'
"Do I hafta change into my uniform?"
"No time. Don't worry, Greta, I'm sure you'll do fine anyway." This was Greta's first skirmish with the Brotherhood. In fact, it was the first time she'd ever been called on by the X-Men to use her powers out of the Danger Room. She just hoped that she'd be a help, not a setback.
They reached the cafeteria, and already Greta could see there was going to be trouble. The four mutants had gone crazy with the spray paint, and, while the lettering was creative, the message contained was certainly not going to help anyone better digest their meals (Note: And they're gonna need all the help they can get). Silly string littered the floor, as well as the former contents of several large trash bins. Tables had been smashed in half, trampled, slimed, dented, smashed into walls, scorched, stuck to the ceiling, and nearly every other form of destruction imaginable to the imaginative table (Note: hee-hee). A wide, open space had been formed in the melee, somewhere near the middle of the large room, and that's where the skirmish was centered. Their opponents had obviously been training more than usual, since, from what Greta had been told, their fighting skills were much improved. Biting her lip, Greta was quick to join the fight.
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End of Chapter Fourteen. I was going to do a whole bunch more here, but I couldn't decide what I wanted to happen. So, I'm asking anyone who's reading to give me suggestions (that *aren't* incredibly predictable, like my ideas were). Here were the ideas that I had:
1) Have Evan get injured (too predictable).
2) Have Greta get distracted by Evan, then get injured (too sappy, plus she's already been injured once. Don't want to repeat myself and have her too vulnerable).
3) Have Greta kick a lotta ass because of excess anger (don't you think she has enough problems already?).
4) Have the Brotherhood win (my sister's suggestion - in my opinion, not really a flying chance in hell of this happening).
5) Have Greta kick a lotta ass and move on (my most promising idea, but I thought it seemed too anticlimactic).
So, what do you think? Do you have any suggestions as to where I go next? I mean, I have this whole plan for when the fight's over, but I *had* to include the fight to as to space out the story, also to show Greta having some combat experience, and...aw, crap. Well, I'm stuck here, so *please* give me some suggestions. I'm begging you. :D
