The Story of Lance and Kitty
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in X-Men Evolution, but I do own my story.
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Chapter 3
[Next day, at Chemistry...]
Lance came to class punctually again. Well, Chemistry was the only class he'd always turn up either on time or earlier. He knew it was his only chance in actually seeing Kitty without her fellow teammates.
When Lance stepped into the room, he noticed that Kitty was already there. She had seated at her usual seat and scribbling something in her notebook.
Lance knew that he would have to pass by her table to get to his. He wanted to say "hi" to her, but every time something would seem to hold him back. 'If I want, I should at least try once,' he thought. He walked towards Kitty's table and stood there until she finished writing whatever she was writing.
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Kitty was writing out her schedule for the day on her notebook. She had taken the effort to reach her Chemistry class earlier than usual so that she'd have some spare time. Just then, she noticed that someone was standing in front of her, but she didn't look up.
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Lance could feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach already. The young freshman seemed to have this attraction power to him. Kitty wasn't sexy or curvaceous like the cheerleaders. She hasn't many friends and she doesn't really talk a lot, not really. All she has is a kind and nice attitude and a petite face. And every time Lance sees her, he would have this sense of overprotection for her. She was sweet and vulnerable. How much Lance would want Kitty to open up to him like how he would have opened up to her.
As he inched nearer to her, he realised his breaths had gotten heavier and his heart was skipping beats.
"Hi."
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The shadow cast by this person loomed over her more. Kitty knew this person was getting nearer, but ignored it. 'Can't whoever-it-is like get to his sit or something? He's, like, walking rather slowly... and, like, blocking the light' she thought.
"Hi."
Kitty heard someone greeting her. It was that person who's walking rather slowly. A quick thought flashed in her mind, 'Why would someone, like, say hi to me? I, like, don't even know anyone here.'
Kitty snapped herself back and lifted her head to see who it was.
LANCE
The name flashed in her mind as the information entered her brain. Defensive mode on. "What do you want?" Kitty said rudely. After being transferred to Bayville and after the incident in Illinois, she didn't want anything to do with him.
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Lance seemed like he was struck by Kitty's tone and words. He knew immediately that she had no interest in talking to him. But Lance didn't blame her, like he always blames others. He knew this was retribution for what he had done to her. He understood how she felt being cheated. For a while, Lance didn't know what to say.
Then, he knew what he wanted to ask her.
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Kitty stared at Lance as he slowly lowered his head in embarrassment and his cheeks were a little flushed. 'He looks- adorable,' she thought. 'No! What are you thinking? He's, like, Lance Alvers the bastard!' her other self restricted.
"Kitty... A-Are you free t-" Lance didn't get to finish when Kitty almost immediately answered firmly, "No." Lance was struck again for the second time. 'Did I even expect her to say yes?' he asked himself. "I-" he was cut off again when the teacher started taking strides into the class while asking everyone to quickly get back to their places.
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Lance dragged himself to his table. He was a little reluctant to leave Kitty because that seemed to be his first conversation with her. And he got to say hi. Throughout the whole lesson he stole glances at Kitty then he was deep in thought after realising it's no use trying to understand the teacher.
'Damn it! Shit! Now I truly understand the meaning of regret,' he thought...
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[In Lance's bedroom, at night...]
Lance was lying on his bed having an image of a girl in his head. He thought of her so much that he could even describe in detail how she looked like. Silky dark cinnamon-coloured hair always tied up in a ponytail, her brown bangs would flow down framing her delicate face. Her skin was fair and she had breath-taking blue pools in her eyes. She had a little, cute nose and a wonderful smile. She was rather petite in size, and she usually wears a pink cardigan and blue jean capris. Too him, she was like an angel...
Lance looked at the picture frames on his desk and the scrapbook he got. He hasn't regarded his foster parents as a family, so he never wanted any pictures of them. In the frames, he had pictures of her that he had managed to get. She was just someone he wanted to know, yet not even by a month, he had already framed her up and her pictures were also in his scrapbook. Lance wasn't some psycho desperado. No. He just felt that since he had little chances of actually seeing her, and to satisfy himself, he wanted pictures of her so he could see her more often.
Lance looked out of his window. He stared at the moon and the stars and wondered, 'is Kitty staring at the same night sky like me? Someday, some time, somewhere, I would want Kitty to accept me. If only time would go back, I would've treasured her and choose her over anything...'
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To be continued...
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A/N: Lance tried, but in vain. will he just give up? or will confronting her with the truth help? read on to find out more... ^_^
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in X-Men Evolution, but I do own my story.
* * *
Chapter 3
[Next day, at Chemistry...]
Lance came to class punctually again. Well, Chemistry was the only class he'd always turn up either on time or earlier. He knew it was his only chance in actually seeing Kitty without her fellow teammates.
When Lance stepped into the room, he noticed that Kitty was already there. She had seated at her usual seat and scribbling something in her notebook.
Lance knew that he would have to pass by her table to get to his. He wanted to say "hi" to her, but every time something would seem to hold him back. 'If I want, I should at least try once,' he thought. He walked towards Kitty's table and stood there until she finished writing whatever she was writing.
* * *
Kitty was writing out her schedule for the day on her notebook. She had taken the effort to reach her Chemistry class earlier than usual so that she'd have some spare time. Just then, she noticed that someone was standing in front of her, but she didn't look up.
* * *
Lance could feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach already. The young freshman seemed to have this attraction power to him. Kitty wasn't sexy or curvaceous like the cheerleaders. She hasn't many friends and she doesn't really talk a lot, not really. All she has is a kind and nice attitude and a petite face. And every time Lance sees her, he would have this sense of overprotection for her. She was sweet and vulnerable. How much Lance would want Kitty to open up to him like how he would have opened up to her.
As he inched nearer to her, he realised his breaths had gotten heavier and his heart was skipping beats.
"Hi."
* * *
The shadow cast by this person loomed over her more. Kitty knew this person was getting nearer, but ignored it. 'Can't whoever-it-is like get to his sit or something? He's, like, walking rather slowly... and, like, blocking the light' she thought.
"Hi."
Kitty heard someone greeting her. It was that person who's walking rather slowly. A quick thought flashed in her mind, 'Why would someone, like, say hi to me? I, like, don't even know anyone here.'
Kitty snapped herself back and lifted her head to see who it was.
LANCE
The name flashed in her mind as the information entered her brain. Defensive mode on. "What do you want?" Kitty said rudely. After being transferred to Bayville and after the incident in Illinois, she didn't want anything to do with him.
* * *
Lance seemed like he was struck by Kitty's tone and words. He knew immediately that she had no interest in talking to him. But Lance didn't blame her, like he always blames others. He knew this was retribution for what he had done to her. He understood how she felt being cheated. For a while, Lance didn't know what to say.
Then, he knew what he wanted to ask her.
* * *
Kitty stared at Lance as he slowly lowered his head in embarrassment and his cheeks were a little flushed. 'He looks- adorable,' she thought. 'No! What are you thinking? He's, like, Lance Alvers the bastard!' her other self restricted.
"Kitty... A-Are you free t-" Lance didn't get to finish when Kitty almost immediately answered firmly, "No." Lance was struck again for the second time. 'Did I even expect her to say yes?' he asked himself. "I-" he was cut off again when the teacher started taking strides into the class while asking everyone to quickly get back to their places.
* * *
Lance dragged himself to his table. He was a little reluctant to leave Kitty because that seemed to be his first conversation with her. And he got to say hi. Throughout the whole lesson he stole glances at Kitty then he was deep in thought after realising it's no use trying to understand the teacher.
'Damn it! Shit! Now I truly understand the meaning of regret,' he thought...
* * *
[In Lance's bedroom, at night...]
Lance was lying on his bed having an image of a girl in his head. He thought of her so much that he could even describe in detail how she looked like. Silky dark cinnamon-coloured hair always tied up in a ponytail, her brown bangs would flow down framing her delicate face. Her skin was fair and she had breath-taking blue pools in her eyes. She had a little, cute nose and a wonderful smile. She was rather petite in size, and she usually wears a pink cardigan and blue jean capris. Too him, she was like an angel...
Lance looked at the picture frames on his desk and the scrapbook he got. He hasn't regarded his foster parents as a family, so he never wanted any pictures of them. In the frames, he had pictures of her that he had managed to get. She was just someone he wanted to know, yet not even by a month, he had already framed her up and her pictures were also in his scrapbook. Lance wasn't some psycho desperado. No. He just felt that since he had little chances of actually seeing her, and to satisfy himself, he wanted pictures of her so he could see her more often.
Lance looked out of his window. He stared at the moon and the stars and wondered, 'is Kitty staring at the same night sky like me? Someday, some time, somewhere, I would want Kitty to accept me. If only time would go back, I would've treasured her and choose her over anything...'
* * *
To be continued...
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A/N: Lance tried, but in vain. will he just give up? or will confronting her with the truth help? read on to find out more... ^_^