By her third day of school, Betsy was having a much better attitude about
her new school. It was like she'd climbed up the social food chain or
something. Friends, there were many friends now. Even the girls who had
tricked her on her first day were being friendly now.
That didn't smooth over the major bummer of her mom and dad being detained on business. Her father had told her that something had come up, he was very sorry, and he'd try to make it next month.
"Hey Betsy," one of her friends, Gina Cameron, greeted her. Betsy waved, hoisting her books onto her hip as she headed to the cafeteria. "What's up Gina?"
"What's up is that exactly one hour and nineteen minutes from now, we will be on a bus headed to Washington D.C. Isn't that awesome?"
"It does seem interesting," Betsy said. "Visiting the capital of the United States. I don't see why we couldn't just take a plane though. Or why we're leaving in the middle of the day instead of in the morning."
Gina chuckled. "Girl, that Principal Darkholme is muy loco if you know what I mean. Half the stuff she does doesn't make any sense. You just learn to live with it."
"I see." Betsy walked to the a la carte line, examining the day's menu. "Gina, you're on student council right?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe you could propose a vegetarian, or at least healthy lunch choice in the school cafeteria at your next student council meeting. I swear, one of these food choices probably has more calories than I eat in a month." Betsy grabbed a Minute Maid, some nachos, and a blueberry muffin, a look of mild disgust on her face.
"That'll be $3.25," The cashier lady said.
Betsy pulled out a five-dollar bill and handed it to her, pocketing the change once she got it.
Once Betsy and Gina were seated Betsy looked quickly around the cafeteria for Scott. As she'd expected, he was sitting people she didn't know. Glasses on of course. Surprisingly, Jean wasn't there.
Betsy nudged Gina. "Hey, do you know Scott Summers?"
"Sort of."
"What can you tell me about him?"
Gina smiled conspiratorially "Why you wanna know? You got a thing for Scott?"
A firm denial was the first thing to pop into Betsy's mind. However, she paused and considered her answer. "Would that be such a bad thing if I did?"
"Well uh, no. I mean, Scott is fine and all. He's just, not the type that most girls like if you get what I'm saying."
"No, I don't get what you're saying." Betsy said.
"He's just, kind of.intense."
"What if I like intense?"
"Well, even then, if anyone were to get him, it'd be Jean Grey. They're always together. Why you so interested in Scott, Betsy."
Betsy threw her hands up in the air. "Did I SAY I was interested in Scott? This is all hypothetical here Gina." She said a little louder than necessary.
"OK, OK." Gina's eyes strayed towards Betsy's tray. "You gonna eat those nachos?"
Betsy grinned and slid nachos over to Gina. "They're yours." She whipped out her diary and yanked the cap off of the attached pen that she'd installed the day before.
"What's that?" Gina asked, crunching on the nachos.
"My diary."
"Ohhh. Can I read?"
Betsy laughed. "Of course.Not. Diaries are personal." She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip and then began to write.
***
"Aaaaaachooo." Evan gave a loud sneeze, startling everyone at the table. Kurt even faded out of view briefly in his startled state.
"Whoa, like, bless you," Kitty said.
"I think I caught something from Jean," Evan said sheepishly.
"Bummer," Scott said. Jean had come down with something the night before and in the morning, she'd looked terrible. Professor Xavier had of course insisted that she not go to school, despite the fact that she would miss the trip to Washington D.C.
Kurt came to the table just then, making sure to sit as far away from Scott as possible. He was still a little scared of Scott ever since he and Jean had so thoroughly punished him for spying on them.
"So how come none of you guys signed up for the D.C. trip?" Scott asked finally.
"I've been there," Kitty said.
"I lost my form," Kurt said.
"Got something planned for tonight," Evan piped up.
Scott looked at Rogue, the only one who hadn't said anything. "Rogue?"
Rogue shrugged. "Ah just don't like being squished up with a bunch of people in a crowded bus, you know, with mah powers and all."
"Makes sense," Scott told her. "I guess we all have to be careful about our powers." He paused, being reminded of his own devastating powers. Absentmindedly, he touched his ruby-quartz glasses, the only thing standing between his destructive optic blasts and the rest of the world.
***
'Two pages already,' Betsy thought as she waited in the lobby along with the rest of the kids going to Washington D.C. At this rate, the diary would be filled up in no time.
"OK kids," The teacher said as the bus pulled up. Behind it was a transport for all the luggage. "The bus is here so wait, wait, don't get in yet we have to figure out a seating order."
The kids walked outside and many immediately complained about the cold. Betsy wrapped her arms around herself. It WAS cold. She hoped the bus had a heater.
Betsy perked up once she saw the bus pull up in front of the school. It was a tempting sight.
"The bus is here," the teacher announced, so just follow me and I will point out where you will be sitting." She led the group onto the bus and then pulled out a checklist. "OK, let's see. Braddock, you're in front. Grey, you're next to Braddock."
"Jean's not here today Ms. Quinn," Scott said from the back.
"Oh. Well then Summers, you're with Braddock." Ms. Quinn said. She then began rattling off the other names.
Betsy said down in the front seat and Scott plopped down beside. If he'd had any reaction at all being placed next to her. He didn't show it.
"How come Jean's not her today?" Betsy asked him conversationally as the bus pulled off.
"Sick," was Scott's monosyllabic answer.
"Oh. Well do you know how long it'll take to get to Washington D.C.?"
Scott shrugged. 'I don't know, but it looks like a snowstorm is brewing so I wouldn't count on it any time soon."
"You ever been to Washington D.C.?"
"Once."
"Cool. I've never been."
"You'll like it," Scott said.
"I hope so." Betsy paused. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"Why do you always wear sunglasses?"
Scott hesitated. "It's an eye condition," he said.
"An eye condition?" Betsy had hoped he would come up with a better lie than that. She thought about pressing it but decided to drop it. He probably wouldn't tell her anyway.
For the next half hour, they were silent. Then a gust of wind blew loudly by. It was so powerful that it seemed to make the bus tip a little bit.
"Like I said," Scott spoke, not looking up from his sketchbook. "A snowstorm."
Someone then started a round of Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer On the Wall and Betsy threw her head against the back of the seat in frustration. In doing so, she caught a glimpse of Scott's sketchbook and narrowed her eyes.
"Is that me? She asked.
Scott's face registered confusion at first before he realized what she was referring to. "Yeah."
"Can I see it?" Betsy asked.
Scott handed it to her. It was good. Very good, Betsy thought. It was like looking at herself through his eyes. "You're pretty good," she said.
Scott's mouth quirked up into a smile. "Thank you."
Betsy flipped through some more of the pages. There were pictures of trees, chairs.she stopped when she came upon a large picture that encompassed the entire page. "What's this?" she asked. The picture depicted a guy in a visor blasting something out of his eyes while behind him, a kid was shooting spikes out of his arm. To the left, a young girl seemed to be coming out of the ground, like a ghost. The last person in the picture was a girl who had both hands on her forehead, which seemed to be glowing slightly. All of them were wearing strange costumes, like superheroes or something.
"This one's amazing, Betsy said. "Who are these people. The guy shooting water out of his eyes looks something like you."
"Just.figments of my own wild imagination," Scott said defensively.
"Still, it's awesome." Betsy handed the sketchbook back to Scott. She was about to say something but just then, the bus lurched, sending her face crashing against the window. Her eyes widened as the bus skidded on the icy road and crashed right through the barrier on the edge of the road and into empty space. Screams filled the bus.
The sensation of falling did not last long because the bus hit an outcropping, banged off, and landed, about four feet below the outcropping on its side.
Betsy slowly lifted her head. She felt like she'd been run over by a Mac truck and her head throbbed fiercely.
Groggily, the students got up. A few were bleeding but the injuries were surprisingly mild as far as the crash was concerned. Betsy glanced over at Ms. Quinn and the bus driver. Both were unconscious.
A/N I know that in the comics, Kurt's invisibility is limited is limited but I decided to expand it for my own fic. Don't worry folks, this fic is gonna be Scott and Betsy all the way. As for whether or not Warren's gonna be in this one, why don't you review me to tell me what you think about it.
Reiews make me smile. They also make me write faster.
That didn't smooth over the major bummer of her mom and dad being detained on business. Her father had told her that something had come up, he was very sorry, and he'd try to make it next month.
"Hey Betsy," one of her friends, Gina Cameron, greeted her. Betsy waved, hoisting her books onto her hip as she headed to the cafeteria. "What's up Gina?"
"What's up is that exactly one hour and nineteen minutes from now, we will be on a bus headed to Washington D.C. Isn't that awesome?"
"It does seem interesting," Betsy said. "Visiting the capital of the United States. I don't see why we couldn't just take a plane though. Or why we're leaving in the middle of the day instead of in the morning."
Gina chuckled. "Girl, that Principal Darkholme is muy loco if you know what I mean. Half the stuff she does doesn't make any sense. You just learn to live with it."
"I see." Betsy walked to the a la carte line, examining the day's menu. "Gina, you're on student council right?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe you could propose a vegetarian, or at least healthy lunch choice in the school cafeteria at your next student council meeting. I swear, one of these food choices probably has more calories than I eat in a month." Betsy grabbed a Minute Maid, some nachos, and a blueberry muffin, a look of mild disgust on her face.
"That'll be $3.25," The cashier lady said.
Betsy pulled out a five-dollar bill and handed it to her, pocketing the change once she got it.
Once Betsy and Gina were seated Betsy looked quickly around the cafeteria for Scott. As she'd expected, he was sitting people she didn't know. Glasses on of course. Surprisingly, Jean wasn't there.
Betsy nudged Gina. "Hey, do you know Scott Summers?"
"Sort of."
"What can you tell me about him?"
Gina smiled conspiratorially "Why you wanna know? You got a thing for Scott?"
A firm denial was the first thing to pop into Betsy's mind. However, she paused and considered her answer. "Would that be such a bad thing if I did?"
"Well uh, no. I mean, Scott is fine and all. He's just, not the type that most girls like if you get what I'm saying."
"No, I don't get what you're saying." Betsy said.
"He's just, kind of.intense."
"What if I like intense?"
"Well, even then, if anyone were to get him, it'd be Jean Grey. They're always together. Why you so interested in Scott, Betsy."
Betsy threw her hands up in the air. "Did I SAY I was interested in Scott? This is all hypothetical here Gina." She said a little louder than necessary.
"OK, OK." Gina's eyes strayed towards Betsy's tray. "You gonna eat those nachos?"
Betsy grinned and slid nachos over to Gina. "They're yours." She whipped out her diary and yanked the cap off of the attached pen that she'd installed the day before.
"What's that?" Gina asked, crunching on the nachos.
"My diary."
"Ohhh. Can I read?"
Betsy laughed. "Of course.Not. Diaries are personal." She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip and then began to write.
***
"Aaaaaachooo." Evan gave a loud sneeze, startling everyone at the table. Kurt even faded out of view briefly in his startled state.
"Whoa, like, bless you," Kitty said.
"I think I caught something from Jean," Evan said sheepishly.
"Bummer," Scott said. Jean had come down with something the night before and in the morning, she'd looked terrible. Professor Xavier had of course insisted that she not go to school, despite the fact that she would miss the trip to Washington D.C.
Kurt came to the table just then, making sure to sit as far away from Scott as possible. He was still a little scared of Scott ever since he and Jean had so thoroughly punished him for spying on them.
"So how come none of you guys signed up for the D.C. trip?" Scott asked finally.
"I've been there," Kitty said.
"I lost my form," Kurt said.
"Got something planned for tonight," Evan piped up.
Scott looked at Rogue, the only one who hadn't said anything. "Rogue?"
Rogue shrugged. "Ah just don't like being squished up with a bunch of people in a crowded bus, you know, with mah powers and all."
"Makes sense," Scott told her. "I guess we all have to be careful about our powers." He paused, being reminded of his own devastating powers. Absentmindedly, he touched his ruby-quartz glasses, the only thing standing between his destructive optic blasts and the rest of the world.
***
'Two pages already,' Betsy thought as she waited in the lobby along with the rest of the kids going to Washington D.C. At this rate, the diary would be filled up in no time.
"OK kids," The teacher said as the bus pulled up. Behind it was a transport for all the luggage. "The bus is here so wait, wait, don't get in yet we have to figure out a seating order."
The kids walked outside and many immediately complained about the cold. Betsy wrapped her arms around herself. It WAS cold. She hoped the bus had a heater.
Betsy perked up once she saw the bus pull up in front of the school. It was a tempting sight.
"The bus is here," the teacher announced, so just follow me and I will point out where you will be sitting." She led the group onto the bus and then pulled out a checklist. "OK, let's see. Braddock, you're in front. Grey, you're next to Braddock."
"Jean's not here today Ms. Quinn," Scott said from the back.
"Oh. Well then Summers, you're with Braddock." Ms. Quinn said. She then began rattling off the other names.
Betsy said down in the front seat and Scott plopped down beside. If he'd had any reaction at all being placed next to her. He didn't show it.
"How come Jean's not her today?" Betsy asked him conversationally as the bus pulled off.
"Sick," was Scott's monosyllabic answer.
"Oh. Well do you know how long it'll take to get to Washington D.C.?"
Scott shrugged. 'I don't know, but it looks like a snowstorm is brewing so I wouldn't count on it any time soon."
"You ever been to Washington D.C.?"
"Once."
"Cool. I've never been."
"You'll like it," Scott said.
"I hope so." Betsy paused. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"Why do you always wear sunglasses?"
Scott hesitated. "It's an eye condition," he said.
"An eye condition?" Betsy had hoped he would come up with a better lie than that. She thought about pressing it but decided to drop it. He probably wouldn't tell her anyway.
For the next half hour, they were silent. Then a gust of wind blew loudly by. It was so powerful that it seemed to make the bus tip a little bit.
"Like I said," Scott spoke, not looking up from his sketchbook. "A snowstorm."
Someone then started a round of Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer On the Wall and Betsy threw her head against the back of the seat in frustration. In doing so, she caught a glimpse of Scott's sketchbook and narrowed her eyes.
"Is that me? She asked.
Scott's face registered confusion at first before he realized what she was referring to. "Yeah."
"Can I see it?" Betsy asked.
Scott handed it to her. It was good. Very good, Betsy thought. It was like looking at herself through his eyes. "You're pretty good," she said.
Scott's mouth quirked up into a smile. "Thank you."
Betsy flipped through some more of the pages. There were pictures of trees, chairs.she stopped when she came upon a large picture that encompassed the entire page. "What's this?" she asked. The picture depicted a guy in a visor blasting something out of his eyes while behind him, a kid was shooting spikes out of his arm. To the left, a young girl seemed to be coming out of the ground, like a ghost. The last person in the picture was a girl who had both hands on her forehead, which seemed to be glowing slightly. All of them were wearing strange costumes, like superheroes or something.
"This one's amazing, Betsy said. "Who are these people. The guy shooting water out of his eyes looks something like you."
"Just.figments of my own wild imagination," Scott said defensively.
"Still, it's awesome." Betsy handed the sketchbook back to Scott. She was about to say something but just then, the bus lurched, sending her face crashing against the window. Her eyes widened as the bus skidded on the icy road and crashed right through the barrier on the edge of the road and into empty space. Screams filled the bus.
The sensation of falling did not last long because the bus hit an outcropping, banged off, and landed, about four feet below the outcropping on its side.
Betsy slowly lifted her head. She felt like she'd been run over by a Mac truck and her head throbbed fiercely.
Groggily, the students got up. A few were bleeding but the injuries were surprisingly mild as far as the crash was concerned. Betsy glanced over at Ms. Quinn and the bus driver. Both were unconscious.
A/N I know that in the comics, Kurt's invisibility is limited is limited but I decided to expand it for my own fic. Don't worry folks, this fic is gonna be Scott and Betsy all the way. As for whether or not Warren's gonna be in this one, why don't you review me to tell me what you think about it.
Reiews make me smile. They also make me write faster.