Chapter 10: Dreaming
Week eight of school and I can't wait for this to end. Math is boring, English is boring, Science is boring and Sports is just a waste of time for me because I'm always on he bench, no one picks me for their team because of my faulty foot. I tried to talk to the councillor, the sports teacher, I even got the Prof. To speak to the Principal about it, but no luck with that because he doesn't even let me train in the danger room because he probably thinks I'm too delicate.
Life is a snore!
Kurt ports into my room, interrupting my chain of thought, I frown at him.
"Did I interrupt something?" He says making puppy eyes at me. He knows I can not resist that look.
"No, not really. Any word from the Prof. about my metal pack getting back onto me?"
"I know nothing, sorree." He joins me on the bed and looks at the notebook in front of me. "Vhat's this?"
"Oh, this is just a design book, where I keep track of the clothes designs I use for the dollies I make. It is also my notebook for sewing."
"Has Jean apologised to you yet?"
"No, why would she?" I quickly thought about my choice of words. "I mean, why should she?"
Kurt got off the bed and walked over to the window shutters, closing them and turning to me. His face was grave and his tail swished from side to side angrily.
"Vhy don't you tell him, he's from Magneto. Don't you remember what he did to you, to us?"
I knew who he was speaking about, but I tried not to lose my cool, I sat up and pulled my shirt over my legs."
"Vhat's stopping you? I'll go vith you, together ve'll tell the Professor."
//Kurt, I can't. He's not threatening us, all he does is sit in that tree and watches me. I close the window when I dress, at least!\\
"Don't send to me, just speak to me. Honestly answer me…do you like him?"
I was shocked, I just couldn't answer that. Throughout the term, Kurt and I had been real steady, occasionally going out to a movie a few days in a month, the biggest getaway we had was when we escaped from the institute and went bowling at midnight. When we got back, obviously Logan was out looking for us on the estate but found us tucked up in bed. Although, during this time Pietro had been spying on me and sometimes even entering the room and stealing away into the night with a few kisses. None of this I considered love because I didn't respond to it, I was just his doll for him to do whatever, and not that I liked it that way either, but I felt it protected the others if Pietro only got to me. He was clearly jealous of Kurt's relationship with me and may have wanted me to be his before the Magneto got in the way.
"Answer me Sel, do you like him?"
I stood up and motioned towards him but he turned away from me.
"Kurt, have I ever been cold to you?"
"No."
"Have I been secretive towards you?"
"Vell, not really in the way I'm thinking."
"Then I have not betrayed you. I am still yours if I'm the one you want."
He thought for a moment after drawing his arms around me, holding me close. I scanned his mind but he shook his head and looked at me with a grin. I hated it when he thought and all I could do was wait for the answer. I could have scanned his mind but it was rude and a person's private thought's were for themselves alone, not for anyone to know. I learnt this when the Prof. Caught me scanning Logan's mind. He sent me a major migraine and Logan dragged me into the study to give me a lecture about he didn't want anyone to know what he was thinking. I remember telling him that Ororo would be touched by what he thought of her, and he said that's why that his thoughts are private.
Finally, Kurt was speaking to me again.
"I think you should prove it. Let the Professor help you!"
"I don't think that's such a good idea, there's stuff even I don't want to know that's happen to me."
"I tried to be reasonable. Please forgive me!" He said and pulled a sack over my head and ported us around a few times.
I felt Logan's arms encircle me and lift me off the ground and the sack was raised off. I was truly terrified!
He finally planted me in a chair and Kurt tied me securely to the chair, I couldn't even budge.
"Should I get the Professor now , or should you?"
"I think I'll fetch him, you wait here with her, and stop her wriggling!" Logan left the room while Kurt stood in front of me with a sorry look on his face. I could tell that Logan had convinced him it was for my own good but was reluctant to agree.
"What is all this, Logan?"
"She wants her metal back, then she'll have to pay a price, won't she?" Logan winked at him and he didn't look so pleased as he gestured to Kurt to step aside.
He wheeled towards me and I just sat unresisting and still glaring at Logan who was just closing the door. I made a pledge in my mind that I would get Logan back someday!
"Are you comfortable?"
"Does it look like it, Professor!" I said furious and stilling thinking up ways on how to get my back on Logan.
"Please, Sel. This is for your own good, if I untie you vill you stay there?"
"No! What did you think?"
"Alright, ve'll do this the hard way." Kurt said and took hold of my shoulders and shook me hard.
…
I opened my eyes and took hold of the arms holding me, shaking back. I looked up to find it was cooking teacher with a concerned face.
"Deary, are you getting enough sleep?"
"Yes ma'am, I certainly think so. I'm really sorry about dozing off just now."
"That's alright, but make sure it doesn't happen in the future. Your apple crumble is in the fridge cooling, I suggest you get ready for your next class now."
I look at my watch, it's five minutes till next class starts and cooking class was the last one before lunch so I have missed eating and now going to be late for sport. I make a quick dash for the door and bump into Pietro. He gives me a grin but I don't stop to apologise, just runto my locker and get my sports clothes out and slamming it shut before another dash towards the change rooms. I arrive in my sport uniform at the hall where the rest of the class is in a practise basketball game. I slunk off to the side bench and watch in an oblivious gaze.
A whistle blows and the coach gathers all the players around waving his hands around. Soon, some students are gathering nets and polls together while others are organising players on teams.
"Would you like to come play?" A girl about my height, braces and black hair holds out a hand towards me.
I look her strangely but she seems like she really means it. I get up and join her, soon we're all involved a great game of netball. The final shot is played and it is down to me whether my team loses or wins, it is fifteen all. The ball bounces back and forth over the net when it slows down and begins to falls downwards. All the cries and cheers are muffled and everything is slow.
I poise myself and jump high, slamming the ball over the net and the sound seems to echo about me. The ball falls towards the ground on the other side of the net and hit's the ground with a dull thud on the wooden floor. Everyone is cheering and the bell sounds for the next class.
…
I awaken and I'm on my bed again, my head in a book and surrounded by papers and pens. I rubbed my eyes and pinch myself, just to make sure I'm not dreaming again. Yes, it leaves a red mark and it hurts. Looking at the book, it is one from the library and is opened at a recipe for apple crumble.
'Hmmmm, what else is there?' I think to myself and turn the page, revealing another recipe for angel cake. I take a hair clip out of my hair and place it on the cake recipe.
I walk over to the desk and turn the laptop on, when I hear a knock on the door. Sitting at the computer, two hands are placed on my shoulders and give a squeeze. I look up and find to my surprise it is Jean smiling back.
"Hey Jean, what can I do for you?"
"Nothing much, just wanted to see what you were doing. That looks tasty!" She points at the recipe and accompanying picture.
"That's angel food cake, my next cooking practical." I open up a document and begin to type away copying the recipe.
"I guess I've been a bit of a fool lately. Sorry…for well…y'know. I've been a bit silly, avoiding you and criticising someone else because of what they're good at."
"That's alright Jean, I hadn't really noticed. If you're really lucky, I may be able to save some of this cake for you." I replied back and then I spun on my chair to face her. "How's shop class going?"
"Oh, I totally forgot about the paper I have to get done for that, must go! Thanks." She says as she leaves and opens the door, Kurt enters and sits on my bed.
"Did I interrupt something?" He says making puppy eyes at me. I give a shiver as it spookily reminds me that it give a shiver as I remember the dream sequence.
"No. Any word from the Prof. about my metal pack getting back onto me?"
"I know nothing, sorree." He looks on the bed and notices the open notebook. "Vhat's this?"
"Oh, that is a design book, where I keep track of the clothes designs I make for the dollies I make. It is also my notebook for sewing."
He looked over to me and uttered words I heard clearly heard before. "Has Jean apologised to you yet?"
With a sigh, I joined him on the bed and kissed him on the cheek. "Yes, Kurt. She has and all is forgiven."
A.T.-A bit of weird déjà vu but I didn't have a lot of time on my hands to plan this one, I promise the next one there'll be action.
Week eight of school and I can't wait for this to end. Math is boring, English is boring, Science is boring and Sports is just a waste of time for me because I'm always on he bench, no one picks me for their team because of my faulty foot. I tried to talk to the councillor, the sports teacher, I even got the Prof. To speak to the Principal about it, but no luck with that because he doesn't even let me train in the danger room because he probably thinks I'm too delicate.
Life is a snore!
Kurt ports into my room, interrupting my chain of thought, I frown at him.
"Did I interrupt something?" He says making puppy eyes at me. He knows I can not resist that look.
"No, not really. Any word from the Prof. about my metal pack getting back onto me?"
"I know nothing, sorree." He joins me on the bed and looks at the notebook in front of me. "Vhat's this?"
"Oh, this is just a design book, where I keep track of the clothes designs I use for the dollies I make. It is also my notebook for sewing."
"Has Jean apologised to you yet?"
"No, why would she?" I quickly thought about my choice of words. "I mean, why should she?"
Kurt got off the bed and walked over to the window shutters, closing them and turning to me. His face was grave and his tail swished from side to side angrily.
"Vhy don't you tell him, he's from Magneto. Don't you remember what he did to you, to us?"
I knew who he was speaking about, but I tried not to lose my cool, I sat up and pulled my shirt over my legs."
"Vhat's stopping you? I'll go vith you, together ve'll tell the Professor."
//Kurt, I can't. He's not threatening us, all he does is sit in that tree and watches me. I close the window when I dress, at least!\\
"Don't send to me, just speak to me. Honestly answer me…do you like him?"
I was shocked, I just couldn't answer that. Throughout the term, Kurt and I had been real steady, occasionally going out to a movie a few days in a month, the biggest getaway we had was when we escaped from the institute and went bowling at midnight. When we got back, obviously Logan was out looking for us on the estate but found us tucked up in bed. Although, during this time Pietro had been spying on me and sometimes even entering the room and stealing away into the night with a few kisses. None of this I considered love because I didn't respond to it, I was just his doll for him to do whatever, and not that I liked it that way either, but I felt it protected the others if Pietro only got to me. He was clearly jealous of Kurt's relationship with me and may have wanted me to be his before the Magneto got in the way.
"Answer me Sel, do you like him?"
I stood up and motioned towards him but he turned away from me.
"Kurt, have I ever been cold to you?"
"No."
"Have I been secretive towards you?"
"Vell, not really in the way I'm thinking."
"Then I have not betrayed you. I am still yours if I'm the one you want."
He thought for a moment after drawing his arms around me, holding me close. I scanned his mind but he shook his head and looked at me with a grin. I hated it when he thought and all I could do was wait for the answer. I could have scanned his mind but it was rude and a person's private thought's were for themselves alone, not for anyone to know. I learnt this when the Prof. Caught me scanning Logan's mind. He sent me a major migraine and Logan dragged me into the study to give me a lecture about he didn't want anyone to know what he was thinking. I remember telling him that Ororo would be touched by what he thought of her, and he said that's why that his thoughts are private.
Finally, Kurt was speaking to me again.
"I think you should prove it. Let the Professor help you!"
"I don't think that's such a good idea, there's stuff even I don't want to know that's happen to me."
"I tried to be reasonable. Please forgive me!" He said and pulled a sack over my head and ported us around a few times.
I felt Logan's arms encircle me and lift me off the ground and the sack was raised off. I was truly terrified!
He finally planted me in a chair and Kurt tied me securely to the chair, I couldn't even budge.
"Should I get the Professor now , or should you?"
"I think I'll fetch him, you wait here with her, and stop her wriggling!" Logan left the room while Kurt stood in front of me with a sorry look on his face. I could tell that Logan had convinced him it was for my own good but was reluctant to agree.
"What is all this, Logan?"
"She wants her metal back, then she'll have to pay a price, won't she?" Logan winked at him and he didn't look so pleased as he gestured to Kurt to step aside.
He wheeled towards me and I just sat unresisting and still glaring at Logan who was just closing the door. I made a pledge in my mind that I would get Logan back someday!
"Are you comfortable?"
"Does it look like it, Professor!" I said furious and stilling thinking up ways on how to get my back on Logan.
"Please, Sel. This is for your own good, if I untie you vill you stay there?"
"No! What did you think?"
"Alright, ve'll do this the hard way." Kurt said and took hold of my shoulders and shook me hard.
…
I opened my eyes and took hold of the arms holding me, shaking back. I looked up to find it was cooking teacher with a concerned face.
"Deary, are you getting enough sleep?"
"Yes ma'am, I certainly think so. I'm really sorry about dozing off just now."
"That's alright, but make sure it doesn't happen in the future. Your apple crumble is in the fridge cooling, I suggest you get ready for your next class now."
I look at my watch, it's five minutes till next class starts and cooking class was the last one before lunch so I have missed eating and now going to be late for sport. I make a quick dash for the door and bump into Pietro. He gives me a grin but I don't stop to apologise, just runto my locker and get my sports clothes out and slamming it shut before another dash towards the change rooms. I arrive in my sport uniform at the hall where the rest of the class is in a practise basketball game. I slunk off to the side bench and watch in an oblivious gaze.
A whistle blows and the coach gathers all the players around waving his hands around. Soon, some students are gathering nets and polls together while others are organising players on teams.
"Would you like to come play?" A girl about my height, braces and black hair holds out a hand towards me.
I look her strangely but she seems like she really means it. I get up and join her, soon we're all involved a great game of netball. The final shot is played and it is down to me whether my team loses or wins, it is fifteen all. The ball bounces back and forth over the net when it slows down and begins to falls downwards. All the cries and cheers are muffled and everything is slow.
I poise myself and jump high, slamming the ball over the net and the sound seems to echo about me. The ball falls towards the ground on the other side of the net and hit's the ground with a dull thud on the wooden floor. Everyone is cheering and the bell sounds for the next class.
…
I awaken and I'm on my bed again, my head in a book and surrounded by papers and pens. I rubbed my eyes and pinch myself, just to make sure I'm not dreaming again. Yes, it leaves a red mark and it hurts. Looking at the book, it is one from the library and is opened at a recipe for apple crumble.
'Hmmmm, what else is there?' I think to myself and turn the page, revealing another recipe for angel cake. I take a hair clip out of my hair and place it on the cake recipe.
I walk over to the desk and turn the laptop on, when I hear a knock on the door. Sitting at the computer, two hands are placed on my shoulders and give a squeeze. I look up and find to my surprise it is Jean smiling back.
"Hey Jean, what can I do for you?"
"Nothing much, just wanted to see what you were doing. That looks tasty!" She points at the recipe and accompanying picture.
"That's angel food cake, my next cooking practical." I open up a document and begin to type away copying the recipe.
"I guess I've been a bit of a fool lately. Sorry…for well…y'know. I've been a bit silly, avoiding you and criticising someone else because of what they're good at."
"That's alright Jean, I hadn't really noticed. If you're really lucky, I may be able to save some of this cake for you." I replied back and then I spun on my chair to face her. "How's shop class going?"
"Oh, I totally forgot about the paper I have to get done for that, must go! Thanks." She says as she leaves and opens the door, Kurt enters and sits on my bed.
"Did I interrupt something?" He says making puppy eyes at me. I give a shiver as it spookily reminds me that it give a shiver as I remember the dream sequence.
"No. Any word from the Prof. about my metal pack getting back onto me?"
"I know nothing, sorree." He looks on the bed and notices the open notebook. "Vhat's this?"
"Oh, that is a design book, where I keep track of the clothes designs I make for the dollies I make. It is also my notebook for sewing."
He looked over to me and uttered words I heard clearly heard before. "Has Jean apologised to you yet?"
With a sigh, I joined him on the bed and kissed him on the cheek. "Yes, Kurt. She has and all is forgiven."
A.T.-A bit of weird déjà vu but I didn't have a lot of time on my hands to plan this one, I promise the next one there'll be action.