Goddamn Orli, of all the times to inspire my writing, he bites me in the ass at 4:45.. Oh well, he brought me a wild one!

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Jean couldn't control herself; she had been fidgeting all day long. It was like she didn't have any control over her body anymore. Not once in her entire life had she been turned down in such a casual way. This alone made her uncomfortable, not to mention the person doing the turning down had been eagerly trying to court her for some time. Absentmindedly she began twirling her hair and swinging her feet.
"Jean!" Startled she was brought back to reality by Evan's ranting about her kicking him for the last five minutes. She murmured her apologies and rose from her seat, making a beeline for Scott's room. Realizing it for the first time, Jean had the grounding sensation that could only have been brought on by her most topical revelation. Not everything was going to be awarded to her with the nuts already picked off. There were times when she would genuinely have to win whatever it was she wanted. Lest that be the affections of one very out of character Scott Summers, or anything else that posed an obstacle to her contentment.
Abruptly she stopped, reaching out she lightly tapped on Scott's door. "Who, who is it?" The inquiry came hurriedly and in a startled manner.
"Scott, it's me, Jean. I was curious as to whether or not we could, well, have a bit of a discussion?" There was an awkward silence followed by a muffled squeak and rustling. Jean stepped several feet back from the door, wanting nothing more than to probe Scott's mind to see exactly what was going on in there. Her morals got the better of her, so she resulted to silently waiting for a reply.
"Yes, yes, Jean. Well right now isn't a prime moment for an exchange of words. If you would now, please excuse me so I may go about my business."
Jean's face contorted with a mixture of disgust and confusion as she hastily made her approach down the stairs, and far from his room. This was the final straw in a large pile of straws. There was definitely something awry, and it was making a disturbing impression on Scott.

She had made the mistake of underestimating Kitty Pryde, this time she was careful not to make the same blunder. Had she of known the young girl who habitually was air-headed and a bit on the ditzy side, would act as quickly as she did phasing the two out of the Jeep. This would not be a problem at the present time. Her half-baked scheme of posing as a deer had gone perfectly as planned, up until that moment. This time, her eyes would stay focused on the prize. Anything that came in her way would have hell to pay. Poor Scott Summers had done just that.

"Lance! Guess we'll have to find a ride elsewhere." Kitty placed the
pay phone back onto the receiver, walking out of the booth looking
dispirited.
"Oh well I guess, I really didn't want to ride all the way back with
shades any who." He flashed a smile in her direction and she practically
melted.
For some unknown reason, that boy had aphrodisiac like effects on her.
Whenever he cracked a smile her heart faltered from its usual rhythm.
"Uhhh, Kitty," Lance stood awkwardly scratching the back of his head,
"Are you going to answer that?"
"Huh?" The blank love struck gaze slipped off her face as soon as she
realized what he meant. She ran back into the telephone booth and picked
up the phone.
"Um, like, hello?" She cautiously held the phone to her ear as if it
was about to detonate.
"Kitty! It's me, Jean!"
Kitty sighed in relief, but her suspicions were once again raised at the
out of breath and urgency ringing in the voice of the speaker on the
other end of the telephone.
"Jean? What's wrong? What is it?"
Jean swallowed hard and took a deep breath before answering. "I'm on my
way to get you and Lance. Something is horribly wrong with Scott, I can't
talk any longer, be in clear view and ready to be picked up. See you
soon."
There was the familiar clink on the other end. Kitty carefully sat the phone down for a second time, and walked out of the booth in utter bewilderment. Lance studied her face for a brief moment, trying with all his might to pick up some sense of what was going on. Realizing this Kitty, grabbed his hand and looked up into his eyes.
"Whelp Lance, we have ourselves a ride, but." she paused for a dramatic affect, then deciding this was neither the time nor the place, continued. "Something is up with Scott and Jean sounded like uber worried. Guess something's wrong."
They stood hand in hand awaiting their ride back to town. Both completely perplexed by the state of affairs.

A/N: Alright! Two chapters in one night! Thanks for reading, and as always, reviews are more than welcome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!