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fics, please ready my first story "Kitty vs. Pietro" and R & R please!
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Bobby Drake gulped the last of his juice and headed to his least favorite class: History. As he settled into his seat, he noted with a groan that the day's lecture was on the American Revolution. As Mr. Pruit started talking, Bobby scanned the room, and let his eyes rest on Rogue who sat a table away, scribbling down notes studiously. Him and Rogue were friends of course, well, actually more like acquaintances. In the 8 months since Rogue had arrived at the mansion, Bobby had to admit he didn't know that much about the mysterious, aloof girl.
She was friendly with Kitty and Jubilee, but always kept everyone, even those closest to her, at a slight distance. Bobby knew it had to do with her mutation, and the sadness in her eyes haunted him when he sat sometimes watching her from afar. Come to think of it, Bobby couldn't remember when he'd ever had a straight conversation with Rogue. The only time he ever saw her was when they were all together as a group, and Bobby's attempts to crack through the carefully erected defenses were usually met with sarcasm or evasion.
The more evasive Rogue got, however, the more Bobby couldn't get her out of his head. He hadn't told anyone about his interest in the stunning brunette. He knew just what they'd say. Logan would probably chase him through the house with a chainsaw, and Jubilee would say that Rogue was just too serious a girl for a goofball like him. Bobby sighed, his eyes catching every movement of hers, right down to the way she brushed back her hair with a silken hand.
"Mr. Drake, would you mind sharing with the class just what you find so fascinating about the back of Rogue's neck?" Mr. Pruit demanded.
Where do I start? Bobby thought. Then he realized that the class had fallen silent and Rogue was looking at him as if he'd suddenly started break dancing in the middle of the room. Did I say that aloud? Bobby thought in horror.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, and his mouth was twitching in a violent attempt to keep from laughing. Oh my god, I did, Bobby thought, wanting to bang his head against the desk.
"Ahem, Mr. Drake, this is an EXTREMELY important chapter, so I suggest you pay attention," Mr. Pruit said finally, saving Bobby from explaining his comment.
"Sure, sorry," Bobby said, his eyes drifting back to Rogue. There had to be a way for him to get closer to her...he just had to figure one out.
Bobby Drake gulped the last of his juice and headed to his least favorite class: History. As he settled into his seat, he noted with a groan that the day's lecture was on the American Revolution. As Mr. Pruit started talking, Bobby scanned the room, and let his eyes rest on Rogue who sat a table away, scribbling down notes studiously. Him and Rogue were friends of course, well, actually more like acquaintances. In the 8 months since Rogue had arrived at the mansion, Bobby had to admit he didn't know that much about the mysterious, aloof girl.
She was friendly with Kitty and Jubilee, but always kept everyone, even those closest to her, at a slight distance. Bobby knew it had to do with her mutation, and the sadness in her eyes haunted him when he sat sometimes watching her from afar. Come to think of it, Bobby couldn't remember when he'd ever had a straight conversation with Rogue. The only time he ever saw her was when they were all together as a group, and Bobby's attempts to crack through the carefully erected defenses were usually met with sarcasm or evasion.
The more evasive Rogue got, however, the more Bobby couldn't get her out of his head. He hadn't told anyone about his interest in the stunning brunette. He knew just what they'd say. Logan would probably chase him through the house with a chainsaw, and Jubilee would say that Rogue was just too serious a girl for a goofball like him. Bobby sighed, his eyes catching every movement of hers, right down to the way she brushed back her hair with a silken hand.
"Mr. Drake, would you mind sharing with the class just what you find so fascinating about the back of Rogue's neck?" Mr. Pruit demanded.
Where do I start? Bobby thought. Then he realized that the class had fallen silent and Rogue was looking at him as if he'd suddenly started break dancing in the middle of the room. Did I say that aloud? Bobby thought in horror.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, and his mouth was twitching in a violent attempt to keep from laughing. Oh my god, I did, Bobby thought, wanting to bang his head against the desk.
"Ahem, Mr. Drake, this is an EXTREMELY important chapter, so I suggest you pay attention," Mr. Pruit said finally, saving Bobby from explaining his comment.
"Sure, sorry," Bobby said, his eyes drifting back to Rogue. There had to be a way for him to get closer to her...he just had to figure one out.