Hey Y'all! I'm in CA! Long LONG drive, in case anyone was wondering. I've
been doing a lot of homework so it doesn't look like I'll have 50 chapters
posted but hey, at least I have one, right? And for all the reviewers,
THANK YOU! I'd say it a hundred times but I think you'd rather read the
chapter than my thanks, so here ya go!
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Rogue hurried to Kitty's fourth period class, hoping to catch her before everyone met at Scott's car. The final bell rang and as students began piling out of classrooms she caught site of the freshman's brown ponytail.
"Kitty!" She called, pushing her way through the crowd. "Wait up!"
The brunette looked back and glared as soon as she caught sight of Rogue. "YOU!"
The older mutant held up her hands in mock surrender. "Me."
"Where were you!? Do you have any idea of what I had to go through!? Because you decided to play the rebel or whatever, I didn't have a partner for today! And you know what? PIETRO didn't have one either! So guess what!" She paused, still shooting daggers at her friend. "Guess who I'M stuck with because YOU weren't there?!"
Rogue winced. "Pietro?"
"Give the girl a medal." Kitty muttered sarcastically. She seemed to have gotten over being angry enough to notice the paint all over Rogue and her clothing. "What happened to you?" She raised an eyebrow, noticing with surprise that her friend was blushing.
"Ah, uh, well, ya see--" Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of a familiar figure behind the freshman.
"Ready to go, girls?" Scott's voice stopped Kitty from questioning further.
"Uh yeah, totally."
He did a double take when he got a good look at Rogue. "What happened to you?"
Seeing that Rogue was about to start her stammering act again, Kitty stepped. "She is like so totally immature! Someone 'accidentally' spills something on her when we're working on our project, and she has to start some huge paint war." She turned to the paint-covered girl. "You are such a freak! Do you have any idea how much you embarrassed me." Her face was twisted in rage but her eyes clearly said 'you owe me'.
"Ah'm sorry." And Rogue meant it. Having Pietro for a partner would be a fate worse than death. Kitty must have recognized the sincerity on her face, because her eyes softened.
"Whatever, let's just go."
The followed Scott to the car where the rest of the gang was already waiting.
"Don't ask." Rogue warned, sliding in with Kitty. "Ya don't wanna know."
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"So." Kitty sat cross-legged on her bed, staring across at Rogue who was doing the same. "Tell me what you were really doing today."
"It's not as simple as that. Ah would never have done what Ah did today if what had happened Saturday had never happened." Rogue wasn't sure how to start. If anyone deserved to know, it was Kitty. She sighed. "Ah might as well start from there than." She took a deep breath. "You know what happened Saturday right?"
Kitty nodded, sympathetically. "They said you had a flashback about pizza."
Rogue laughed dryly. "Sorta. It's too hard to explain, but Ah got really. . . confused. And no one was helping. So Ah wasn't in the best of moods today. Ah knew Jean and all of them were going to be giving me the pity treatment at lunch."
Kitty smiled to herself, glad to not be included in the 'all of them' category.
"So Ah wasn't exactly in a hurry to go to the table, and Ah ran into that Cajun."
"The Acolyte? The one with the red eyes?"
Rogue nodded, "Yeah, him. Anyways, he said somethin, and Ah said somethin about having a bad day and not needing him ta make it worse." She paused. "Well, than he offered ta make it bettah, and I was so frustrated with everyone, Ah wanted them ta just leave me alone. So," She paused again, this time to make sure she could see her roommates reaction. "So Ah said okay." She braced herself.
"You did not!" Kitty's jaw dropped. "You went on a date with him!?" She squealed. "That's SO romantic!"
"Kitty, shut-up!" Rogue shot her a glare. "Ya wanna wake up the whole house? Besides, it was NOT a date."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "You cut school to go hang out with him, just the two of you. It's a date. Where'd you go anyway."
"We went to the carnival, but it was NOT a date!"
"I thought the carnival didn't open until tomorrow." Kitty mused to herself, ignoring her friends denial.
"It doesn't." Rogue looked at her sharply. "How'd ya know when it opened? Is Lance takin' ya?"
Now it was Kitty's turn to blush. "I don't know. See, since YOU left me with that stupid Pietro to go play hooky with your boyfriend, Pietro and I got into a fight."
Rogue grinned. "So what else is knew. And he's not my boyfriend." She added.
Kitty hesitated. "We-Kinda made a bet."
Her teammate raised an eyebrow. "Kinda?"
"He was such a jerk! He said I couldn't date, so like duh, I told him I could get a better date than him easy. And after that, well, he said it was a bet and whoever has the worst date at the carnival tomorrow loses." Suddenly her eyes narrowed. "What were you doing at the carnival if it was closed?"
"We played bumper cars and some of the other games." She fingered a still slightly yellow eyebrow. Some of the paint hadn't all come off in the shower. "Paintball too. I creamed him." She grinned at the memory.
"So you broke in and he hot-wired the bumper cars, and picked any locks that got in the way." Kitty stated, but she was smiling.
Rogue sighed. "Ah know it's supposed to be bad, but Ah really needed a break. And I do NOT like him. He's a bad guy!"
"So!" Kitty rolled her eyes. "Lance was a hood boy and I still dated him."
"Ah don't like him." Rogue repeated, stubbornly. There was a pause, and then- "What did you and Pietro bet anyway?"
Kitty turned away. "Oh you know, it was just a bet."
The stripe-haired girl's eyes narrowed, and she picked up a pillow threateningly. "Ya bettah tell meh, or so help meh. . . ." She let her voice trail off.
Kitty jumped for her pillow as quick as she could, but Rogue was faster. Not two seconds had passed before the older girl was on top of the younger holding a pillow over her face.
"I yield! I like totally yield!" She held her hands up as a gesture of surrender.
"The bet?" Rogue didn't move an inch, the pillow still poised for an attack.
"Loser has to show up at school, for the entire day, wearing whatever the winner picks. No matter what."
"Now was that so hard?" Rogue shifted to let the other girl up. "Ah mean, that's not super extreme as dares go."
Kitty blushed. "It wasn't what he said, it was the way he said it! I'm gonna be so dead!" She groaned, slapping her forhead.
"Only if ya lose." Rogue reasoned. "Who are ya gonna get ta take ya?"
"I don't know! I'd ask Lance, but I don't want him to think I want to get involved with him again. I mean, I might like totally like it when he compliments me, but that doesn't mean I want to date him again. Wouldn't that be like totally using him?"
"So tell him you're usin' him." She ignored Kitty's shocked look and continued. "Tell him ya need ta prove a point or somethin' and see what he says."
Kitty looked deep in thought. "That might work, if he like didn't get offended or anything."
"There's one problem though." Rogue sighed in defeat.
Her roommate glanced up sharply. "What problem?"
"Your date needs ta be bettah than his. . . ." She didn't need to finish her thought.
"Oh you!" Kitty said exasperatedly but smiling. "Hand me the phone."
Rogue grabbed it from the dresser and tossed it to her friend. "Heads up."
She caught it deftly and began to dial. On the second ring Pietro answered. "Hello?"
Kitty hung up.
"Well?"
"It was Pietro!" She was horrified.
"Mah word woman! Here, gimme that phone!" Rogue caught it and dialed rapidly, Pietro answering on the first ring.
"Hello?" He sounded annoyed.
"Hey sugah, is Lance there by any chance?" Rogue asked nonchalantly.
"Uh, yeah, I guess. Is this Rogue?"
"Uh huh."
There was a pause, and then, "Hello?"
Rogue handed the phone to a suddenly nervous Kitty. "Uh, like, hi Lance."
"Kitty? I thought Pietro said it was Rogue?"
"He did, I mean like, Rogue called and gave it to me. Don't tell Pietro."
Lance sounded seriously confused. "Don't tell him you called to talk to me?"
"Yeah, like see, we like got stuck being par-well what it all comes down to is I have to have a better date than him for the carnival tomorrow and I wondered if you'd come with me." She said it really fast, half-hoping he wouldn't understand her and she could say 'never mind' and hang up.
There was a pause. "Sure. Why not?"
Kitty brightened. "You will? Really?" Rogue shot her a thumbs up.
"Yeah, I mean, who else would I go with anyway? Tabitha?"
Kitty laughed, partly due to her relief. "Alright than, I'll meet you at the front at six."
"Okay, see ya there."
"See ya." She gently placed the phone on the cradle. "It looks like I have a date for tomorrow!"
Rogue smiled playfully. "Hopefully Lance will be on his best behavior!"
Kitty turned to her teammate, eyes bright. "Now what about you?"
"What about me?" Rogue didn't like where the conversation was heading.
"Are you gonna call up that Cajun charmer of yours?"
"NO!" Rogue forced herself not to blush. "First of all, he's NOT mine! And second of all-" She paused and grinned wickedly. "Where's the fun in going when it's open?"
"For a good girl, you sure sound awful bad!" Kitty teased, hitting her unguarded friend with a pillow. It never occurred to her that she had heard someone say words very similar to those earlier that day. If it had, she would have been furious they had stuck with her. As it was, she let Rogue have it, and feathers went flying.
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Whew, that's a semi-long chapter, don't ya think? You guys should all LOVE my uncle Sergei, he hooked of the internet in the room I'm staying in so I can upload. It doesn't' work all the time, but that's beside the point. SO thanks to him, I hope you enjoyed 10 and 11 will be up soon. I Promise! (I say that a lot, but I really mean it this time!)
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Rogue hurried to Kitty's fourth period class, hoping to catch her before everyone met at Scott's car. The final bell rang and as students began piling out of classrooms she caught site of the freshman's brown ponytail.
"Kitty!" She called, pushing her way through the crowd. "Wait up!"
The brunette looked back and glared as soon as she caught sight of Rogue. "YOU!"
The older mutant held up her hands in mock surrender. "Me."
"Where were you!? Do you have any idea of what I had to go through!? Because you decided to play the rebel or whatever, I didn't have a partner for today! And you know what? PIETRO didn't have one either! So guess what!" She paused, still shooting daggers at her friend. "Guess who I'M stuck with because YOU weren't there?!"
Rogue winced. "Pietro?"
"Give the girl a medal." Kitty muttered sarcastically. She seemed to have gotten over being angry enough to notice the paint all over Rogue and her clothing. "What happened to you?" She raised an eyebrow, noticing with surprise that her friend was blushing.
"Ah, uh, well, ya see--" Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of a familiar figure behind the freshman.
"Ready to go, girls?" Scott's voice stopped Kitty from questioning further.
"Uh yeah, totally."
He did a double take when he got a good look at Rogue. "What happened to you?"
Seeing that Rogue was about to start her stammering act again, Kitty stepped. "She is like so totally immature! Someone 'accidentally' spills something on her when we're working on our project, and she has to start some huge paint war." She turned to the paint-covered girl. "You are such a freak! Do you have any idea how much you embarrassed me." Her face was twisted in rage but her eyes clearly said 'you owe me'.
"Ah'm sorry." And Rogue meant it. Having Pietro for a partner would be a fate worse than death. Kitty must have recognized the sincerity on her face, because her eyes softened.
"Whatever, let's just go."
The followed Scott to the car where the rest of the gang was already waiting.
"Don't ask." Rogue warned, sliding in with Kitty. "Ya don't wanna know."
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"So." Kitty sat cross-legged on her bed, staring across at Rogue who was doing the same. "Tell me what you were really doing today."
"It's not as simple as that. Ah would never have done what Ah did today if what had happened Saturday had never happened." Rogue wasn't sure how to start. If anyone deserved to know, it was Kitty. She sighed. "Ah might as well start from there than." She took a deep breath. "You know what happened Saturday right?"
Kitty nodded, sympathetically. "They said you had a flashback about pizza."
Rogue laughed dryly. "Sorta. It's too hard to explain, but Ah got really. . . confused. And no one was helping. So Ah wasn't in the best of moods today. Ah knew Jean and all of them were going to be giving me the pity treatment at lunch."
Kitty smiled to herself, glad to not be included in the 'all of them' category.
"So Ah wasn't exactly in a hurry to go to the table, and Ah ran into that Cajun."
"The Acolyte? The one with the red eyes?"
Rogue nodded, "Yeah, him. Anyways, he said somethin, and Ah said somethin about having a bad day and not needing him ta make it worse." She paused. "Well, than he offered ta make it bettah, and I was so frustrated with everyone, Ah wanted them ta just leave me alone. So," She paused again, this time to make sure she could see her roommates reaction. "So Ah said okay." She braced herself.
"You did not!" Kitty's jaw dropped. "You went on a date with him!?" She squealed. "That's SO romantic!"
"Kitty, shut-up!" Rogue shot her a glare. "Ya wanna wake up the whole house? Besides, it was NOT a date."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "You cut school to go hang out with him, just the two of you. It's a date. Where'd you go anyway."
"We went to the carnival, but it was NOT a date!"
"I thought the carnival didn't open until tomorrow." Kitty mused to herself, ignoring her friends denial.
"It doesn't." Rogue looked at her sharply. "How'd ya know when it opened? Is Lance takin' ya?"
Now it was Kitty's turn to blush. "I don't know. See, since YOU left me with that stupid Pietro to go play hooky with your boyfriend, Pietro and I got into a fight."
Rogue grinned. "So what else is knew. And he's not my boyfriend." She added.
Kitty hesitated. "We-Kinda made a bet."
Her teammate raised an eyebrow. "Kinda?"
"He was such a jerk! He said I couldn't date, so like duh, I told him I could get a better date than him easy. And after that, well, he said it was a bet and whoever has the worst date at the carnival tomorrow loses." Suddenly her eyes narrowed. "What were you doing at the carnival if it was closed?"
"We played bumper cars and some of the other games." She fingered a still slightly yellow eyebrow. Some of the paint hadn't all come off in the shower. "Paintball too. I creamed him." She grinned at the memory.
"So you broke in and he hot-wired the bumper cars, and picked any locks that got in the way." Kitty stated, but she was smiling.
Rogue sighed. "Ah know it's supposed to be bad, but Ah really needed a break. And I do NOT like him. He's a bad guy!"
"So!" Kitty rolled her eyes. "Lance was a hood boy and I still dated him."
"Ah don't like him." Rogue repeated, stubbornly. There was a pause, and then- "What did you and Pietro bet anyway?"
Kitty turned away. "Oh you know, it was just a bet."
The stripe-haired girl's eyes narrowed, and she picked up a pillow threateningly. "Ya bettah tell meh, or so help meh. . . ." She let her voice trail off.
Kitty jumped for her pillow as quick as she could, but Rogue was faster. Not two seconds had passed before the older girl was on top of the younger holding a pillow over her face.
"I yield! I like totally yield!" She held her hands up as a gesture of surrender.
"The bet?" Rogue didn't move an inch, the pillow still poised for an attack.
"Loser has to show up at school, for the entire day, wearing whatever the winner picks. No matter what."
"Now was that so hard?" Rogue shifted to let the other girl up. "Ah mean, that's not super extreme as dares go."
Kitty blushed. "It wasn't what he said, it was the way he said it! I'm gonna be so dead!" She groaned, slapping her forhead.
"Only if ya lose." Rogue reasoned. "Who are ya gonna get ta take ya?"
"I don't know! I'd ask Lance, but I don't want him to think I want to get involved with him again. I mean, I might like totally like it when he compliments me, but that doesn't mean I want to date him again. Wouldn't that be like totally using him?"
"So tell him you're usin' him." She ignored Kitty's shocked look and continued. "Tell him ya need ta prove a point or somethin' and see what he says."
Kitty looked deep in thought. "That might work, if he like didn't get offended or anything."
"There's one problem though." Rogue sighed in defeat.
Her roommate glanced up sharply. "What problem?"
"Your date needs ta be bettah than his. . . ." She didn't need to finish her thought.
"Oh you!" Kitty said exasperatedly but smiling. "Hand me the phone."
Rogue grabbed it from the dresser and tossed it to her friend. "Heads up."
She caught it deftly and began to dial. On the second ring Pietro answered. "Hello?"
Kitty hung up.
"Well?"
"It was Pietro!" She was horrified.
"Mah word woman! Here, gimme that phone!" Rogue caught it and dialed rapidly, Pietro answering on the first ring.
"Hello?" He sounded annoyed.
"Hey sugah, is Lance there by any chance?" Rogue asked nonchalantly.
"Uh, yeah, I guess. Is this Rogue?"
"Uh huh."
There was a pause, and then, "Hello?"
Rogue handed the phone to a suddenly nervous Kitty. "Uh, like, hi Lance."
"Kitty? I thought Pietro said it was Rogue?"
"He did, I mean like, Rogue called and gave it to me. Don't tell Pietro."
Lance sounded seriously confused. "Don't tell him you called to talk to me?"
"Yeah, like see, we like got stuck being par-well what it all comes down to is I have to have a better date than him for the carnival tomorrow and I wondered if you'd come with me." She said it really fast, half-hoping he wouldn't understand her and she could say 'never mind' and hang up.
There was a pause. "Sure. Why not?"
Kitty brightened. "You will? Really?" Rogue shot her a thumbs up.
"Yeah, I mean, who else would I go with anyway? Tabitha?"
Kitty laughed, partly due to her relief. "Alright than, I'll meet you at the front at six."
"Okay, see ya there."
"See ya." She gently placed the phone on the cradle. "It looks like I have a date for tomorrow!"
Rogue smiled playfully. "Hopefully Lance will be on his best behavior!"
Kitty turned to her teammate, eyes bright. "Now what about you?"
"What about me?" Rogue didn't like where the conversation was heading.
"Are you gonna call up that Cajun charmer of yours?"
"NO!" Rogue forced herself not to blush. "First of all, he's NOT mine! And second of all-" She paused and grinned wickedly. "Where's the fun in going when it's open?"
"For a good girl, you sure sound awful bad!" Kitty teased, hitting her unguarded friend with a pillow. It never occurred to her that she had heard someone say words very similar to those earlier that day. If it had, she would have been furious they had stuck with her. As it was, she let Rogue have it, and feathers went flying.
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Whew, that's a semi-long chapter, don't ya think? You guys should all LOVE my uncle Sergei, he hooked of the internet in the room I'm staying in so I can upload. It doesn't' work all the time, but that's beside the point. SO thanks to him, I hope you enjoyed 10 and 11 will be up soon. I Promise! (I say that a lot, but I really mean it this time!)
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