Chapter 4
Thanks for all the reviews. I know that I'm not exactly casting Jean in a very positive light right now, but Jean/Kitty's relationship will improve later on. I don't think I'll be updating this until. let's see. Friday afternoon? That will be the *official* chappie on the bake sale itself. =) Verauko, I'm really sorry, but this isn't going to be a kurtty fic. =( I hope you'll still read and review this one though.
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution. Lala.
4th entry
My life is over.
Let's start at the beginning. I first went to the community center after school, where all the grandmothers and such were taking the same vegetarian cooking classes as me (hey, I _am_ paying for this, you know). The teacher was sick with flu, and the grandmas initially all wanted to cook some get well dish for her, then hand-deliver it to her house where she could be pleasantly surprised by the whole bunch of us.
That wasn't such a bad plan. But I suddenly got hit with this great idea to let them be occupied - I mean, I needed help, so I'd not only be doing them a big favor, I'd be doing myself a huge favor too. No duh - I convinced them to make the apple strudel for the Bayville High bake sale. They were only too happy to oblige, actually. So that was how I came home with my arms full of containers of apple strudel - courtesy of the fellow grannies at my vegetarian cooking class.
That's only the good part of the day.
Well, guess what? I was so happy to escape my worries of the mass food poisoning caused by my cooking, that I felt that the evening was too good to waste on watching Jean and her pie-making. Technically, all the cheerleaders were supposed to go to the match too, but apparently, they're all busy preparing for the bake sale. So, there were no cheerleaders at the match today. Whoopee.
I went with Rogue (can you believe she actually came? I'm still getting over that), mainly because she said she wanted to escape Jean, as she was still recruiting more "victims" to help rush more pastry. The last time I passed by the kitchen, I saw Evan in there with her, holding on to something black and drippy (I'm guessing it was the result of a failed pie) in his arms, looking agonized while Jean was running around mixing and measuring.
Anyway, when we got there, we sat somewhere in the middle of the stands, surrounded by all the people, and it was getting really hard to hear because it was really loud there. It was really awkward then, because neither of us was talking, so we just sat in silence and watched the players chase after the ball, flattening each other in the process. It would have been funny if the atmosphere wasn't so tense.
Suddenly, Rogue spoke up. She asked if I had a crush on Scott (really loudly, too), and I almost fell off the perch I was sitting on. Okay, I'll admit that I've never really thought of Rogue as a "people person", who knows everything about the people around them by just observing them. And it's only a small crush! HOW COULD SHE HAVE KNOWN??? I seriously didn't know that I was under such close scrutiny by my usually grumpy, antisocial roommate. I was pretty much forgetting about the existence of that crush, until she reminded me. Come to think of it, if you eventually realize that whoever you're crushing on is never going to think of having an _actual_ relationship with you, and you "partially" give up on it, it doesn't really count, does it?
Anyway, I was too shell-shocked to say anything but, "Uh.uh." (which must have been pretty stupid sounding, now that I think of it) and Rogue was looking at me in this _knowing_ way, which was fairly annoying.
Okay, this is the bad part. I heard the person behind me stand up all of a sudden, blocking the people behind him, who shouted, "Hey! Get down!" and stuff like that. Rogue and me turned around simultaneously to see Lance striding off in anger, slamming into some people on his way. He didn't really seem to care, though. That's right. LANCE was sitting behind us all the time, and neither of us had a clue about it.
I tried to get up and chase after him and explain that it was all a misunderstanding, and I didn't really like Scott in that way, but the people in the back started complaining again, and I sat down, my heart sinking. Not that I didn't want to follow him to make sure he didn't do anything dumb. I just couldn't bring myself to, and sat there like an idiot, while Rogue babbled in the background about how she was extremely sorry that she mentioned it in the first place.
That's it. I've called him, like what, FIVE TIMES? He's either not picking up, or he's off drinking somewhere (please, no). I'm not mad at Rogue because she really seems sorry about what happened, and I don't think it's her fault anyway. I just hate myself for not denying it any sooner.
He's still not picking up. Fine. If that's the way he's going to act about it, not giving me a chance to explain, then I'm not going to care anymore. Besides, I have more pressing issues at hand, like finding a way to get rid of the stupid meat pie tomorrow morning before Jean finds out.
I just wish a hole could open in the ground and suck me down with it.
Tbc.
Thanks for all the reviews. I know that I'm not exactly casting Jean in a very positive light right now, but Jean/Kitty's relationship will improve later on. I don't think I'll be updating this until. let's see. Friday afternoon? That will be the *official* chappie on the bake sale itself. =) Verauko, I'm really sorry, but this isn't going to be a kurtty fic. =( I hope you'll still read and review this one though.
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution. Lala.
4th entry
My life is over.
Let's start at the beginning. I first went to the community center after school, where all the grandmothers and such were taking the same vegetarian cooking classes as me (hey, I _am_ paying for this, you know). The teacher was sick with flu, and the grandmas initially all wanted to cook some get well dish for her, then hand-deliver it to her house where she could be pleasantly surprised by the whole bunch of us.
That wasn't such a bad plan. But I suddenly got hit with this great idea to let them be occupied - I mean, I needed help, so I'd not only be doing them a big favor, I'd be doing myself a huge favor too. No duh - I convinced them to make the apple strudel for the Bayville High bake sale. They were only too happy to oblige, actually. So that was how I came home with my arms full of containers of apple strudel - courtesy of the fellow grannies at my vegetarian cooking class.
That's only the good part of the day.
Well, guess what? I was so happy to escape my worries of the mass food poisoning caused by my cooking, that I felt that the evening was too good to waste on watching Jean and her pie-making. Technically, all the cheerleaders were supposed to go to the match too, but apparently, they're all busy preparing for the bake sale. So, there were no cheerleaders at the match today. Whoopee.
I went with Rogue (can you believe she actually came? I'm still getting over that), mainly because she said she wanted to escape Jean, as she was still recruiting more "victims" to help rush more pastry. The last time I passed by the kitchen, I saw Evan in there with her, holding on to something black and drippy (I'm guessing it was the result of a failed pie) in his arms, looking agonized while Jean was running around mixing and measuring.
Anyway, when we got there, we sat somewhere in the middle of the stands, surrounded by all the people, and it was getting really hard to hear because it was really loud there. It was really awkward then, because neither of us was talking, so we just sat in silence and watched the players chase after the ball, flattening each other in the process. It would have been funny if the atmosphere wasn't so tense.
Suddenly, Rogue spoke up. She asked if I had a crush on Scott (really loudly, too), and I almost fell off the perch I was sitting on. Okay, I'll admit that I've never really thought of Rogue as a "people person", who knows everything about the people around them by just observing them. And it's only a small crush! HOW COULD SHE HAVE KNOWN??? I seriously didn't know that I was under such close scrutiny by my usually grumpy, antisocial roommate. I was pretty much forgetting about the existence of that crush, until she reminded me. Come to think of it, if you eventually realize that whoever you're crushing on is never going to think of having an _actual_ relationship with you, and you "partially" give up on it, it doesn't really count, does it?
Anyway, I was too shell-shocked to say anything but, "Uh.uh." (which must have been pretty stupid sounding, now that I think of it) and Rogue was looking at me in this _knowing_ way, which was fairly annoying.
Okay, this is the bad part. I heard the person behind me stand up all of a sudden, blocking the people behind him, who shouted, "Hey! Get down!" and stuff like that. Rogue and me turned around simultaneously to see Lance striding off in anger, slamming into some people on his way. He didn't really seem to care, though. That's right. LANCE was sitting behind us all the time, and neither of us had a clue about it.
I tried to get up and chase after him and explain that it was all a misunderstanding, and I didn't really like Scott in that way, but the people in the back started complaining again, and I sat down, my heart sinking. Not that I didn't want to follow him to make sure he didn't do anything dumb. I just couldn't bring myself to, and sat there like an idiot, while Rogue babbled in the background about how she was extremely sorry that she mentioned it in the first place.
That's it. I've called him, like what, FIVE TIMES? He's either not picking up, or he's off drinking somewhere (please, no). I'm not mad at Rogue because she really seems sorry about what happened, and I don't think it's her fault anyway. I just hate myself for not denying it any sooner.
He's still not picking up. Fine. If that's the way he's going to act about it, not giving me a chance to explain, then I'm not going to care anymore. Besides, I have more pressing issues at hand, like finding a way to get rid of the stupid meat pie tomorrow morning before Jean finds out.
I just wish a hole could open in the ground and suck me down with it.
Tbc.