"You Don't See Me: Part 2"
By: Yelhsa D
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Well the story is mine the characters are not. I'm just borrowing them because I like them and find them interesting and making up stories w/ them is a hobby of mine. :-D
Author's note: Much thanks to Palepain, Persephone, and Barbara Ruiz for your reviews! I also should have said this in the first chapter, but I forgot. (sorry!) Thanks to Persephone for beta-reading chapter one and fixing my grammar. I really appreciate it! I hope you all like where I'm going with this. Keep the reviews coming!
It had been an interesting morning at Bayville High. The morning had found Rogue sorrow-stricken and frustrated. "Crying yourself to sleep is not the best cure for insomnia," Rogue thought to herself, "You wake up with a headache and you mope all day."
Rogue however wasn't having the typical "I-cried-myself-to-sleep-last-night- and-now-I'm-going-to-be-bummed-out-all-day" day. The new addition to her Geology class had given her day a new shade of brightness. The new guy was good-looking to say the least. His reddish-brown hair matched his eyes very well. The goatee was a nice touch too. The new student's attire could be considered a cross between punk and slightly gothic. His black cargo pants were rather baggy and he wore a long, silver wallet chain as well. His white t-shirt was worn under an open black button-up shirt with a pattern of red flame adorning the lower half of the shirt. His look was completed with spiked, black wristbands on both wrists. Oh yeah, this guy was hot.
Unfortunately, he was one of those guys that knew he was hot. Rogue had watched as Taryn, Sandy, and several of the girls eyed the new Mr. Remy LeBeau during class. One had passed him a note including her number and a request to "call me sometime." Remy looked at the girl and gave a wink and a small grin. The girl was none other than Brittany McKinnley, Bayville High's resident guy user and abuser. Her intentions with this guy were about as pure as Adolf Hitler's or Saddam Hussein's.
The other girls vying for Remy's attention sneered in the general direction of Brittany, thinking of various ways to murder the brunette seductress with salt-water taffy and postage stamps. Rogue herself was not at all fond of the attractive brazen hussy. Brittany had never been nice to Rogue. Actually one of Brittany's favorite pastimes was harassing Rogue and the other students at the Xavier institute, all but Jean and Scott anyway.
Jean. Thoughts of jealousy began to pour into Rogue's mind as if the flood gates of her cranium had been opened and a flood warning had been put into effect two seconds too late. It all just seemed so unfair. The only girls that got the guys were either perfect, like Jean, or members of Future Hookers of America, like their reigning queen, Miss Brittany McKinnley.
And then there was Rogue. Shy, imperfect, and alone, unable to touch another human being, or anything else for that matter. Her only friend, Risty, had turned out to be none other than her own worst enemy, and her own worst enemy, her mother. The only consolation from the entire ordeal was finding out that Kurt was her brother. Even with that bit of good news came a downfall. She was adopted. Even if Kurt legally was her brother, she still felt alone. Alone. "Am I doomed to be alone?" Rogue thought to herself. Before she could find the answer to her question, the bell rang ending first period. The goth girl gathered up her books and started to leave when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"If you need to talk, I'm here," Scott spoke softly and sincerely.
Rogue looked upwards at her comforter and gave a soft smile. "Thanks Scott. It's good to know someone cares."
Rogue walked towards her locker with the answer to her question. Even though Scott was the source of all her pain, she knew that he and the other X-Men would be there for her. Brittany had gotten her prey of the new guy, he ignorant to her evil seductive ways. Hopefully he was smarter than all the other guys she had put to shame. Then maybe he would become a bit more attainable. That thought put her day just a tad bit on the brighter side.
Well, what do you think? I shall continue further with this with your support! I really appreciate any form of review I get! Constructive criticism is always welcome! Hope you liked this! ~ Yelhsa D
By: Yelhsa D
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Well the story is mine the characters are not. I'm just borrowing them because I like them and find them interesting and making up stories w/ them is a hobby of mine. :-D
Author's note: Much thanks to Palepain, Persephone, and Barbara Ruiz for your reviews! I also should have said this in the first chapter, but I forgot. (sorry!) Thanks to Persephone for beta-reading chapter one and fixing my grammar. I really appreciate it! I hope you all like where I'm going with this. Keep the reviews coming!
It had been an interesting morning at Bayville High. The morning had found Rogue sorrow-stricken and frustrated. "Crying yourself to sleep is not the best cure for insomnia," Rogue thought to herself, "You wake up with a headache and you mope all day."
Rogue however wasn't having the typical "I-cried-myself-to-sleep-last-night- and-now-I'm-going-to-be-bummed-out-all-day" day. The new addition to her Geology class had given her day a new shade of brightness. The new guy was good-looking to say the least. His reddish-brown hair matched his eyes very well. The goatee was a nice touch too. The new student's attire could be considered a cross between punk and slightly gothic. His black cargo pants were rather baggy and he wore a long, silver wallet chain as well. His white t-shirt was worn under an open black button-up shirt with a pattern of red flame adorning the lower half of the shirt. His look was completed with spiked, black wristbands on both wrists. Oh yeah, this guy was hot.
Unfortunately, he was one of those guys that knew he was hot. Rogue had watched as Taryn, Sandy, and several of the girls eyed the new Mr. Remy LeBeau during class. One had passed him a note including her number and a request to "call me sometime." Remy looked at the girl and gave a wink and a small grin. The girl was none other than Brittany McKinnley, Bayville High's resident guy user and abuser. Her intentions with this guy were about as pure as Adolf Hitler's or Saddam Hussein's.
The other girls vying for Remy's attention sneered in the general direction of Brittany, thinking of various ways to murder the brunette seductress with salt-water taffy and postage stamps. Rogue herself was not at all fond of the attractive brazen hussy. Brittany had never been nice to Rogue. Actually one of Brittany's favorite pastimes was harassing Rogue and the other students at the Xavier institute, all but Jean and Scott anyway.
Jean. Thoughts of jealousy began to pour into Rogue's mind as if the flood gates of her cranium had been opened and a flood warning had been put into effect two seconds too late. It all just seemed so unfair. The only girls that got the guys were either perfect, like Jean, or members of Future Hookers of America, like their reigning queen, Miss Brittany McKinnley.
And then there was Rogue. Shy, imperfect, and alone, unable to touch another human being, or anything else for that matter. Her only friend, Risty, had turned out to be none other than her own worst enemy, and her own worst enemy, her mother. The only consolation from the entire ordeal was finding out that Kurt was her brother. Even with that bit of good news came a downfall. She was adopted. Even if Kurt legally was her brother, she still felt alone. Alone. "Am I doomed to be alone?" Rogue thought to herself. Before she could find the answer to her question, the bell rang ending first period. The goth girl gathered up her books and started to leave when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"If you need to talk, I'm here," Scott spoke softly and sincerely.
Rogue looked upwards at her comforter and gave a soft smile. "Thanks Scott. It's good to know someone cares."
Rogue walked towards her locker with the answer to her question. Even though Scott was the source of all her pain, she knew that he and the other X-Men would be there for her. Brittany had gotten her prey of the new guy, he ignorant to her evil seductive ways. Hopefully he was smarter than all the other guys she had put to shame. Then maybe he would become a bit more attainable. That thought put her day just a tad bit on the brighter side.
Well, what do you think? I shall continue further with this with your support! I really appreciate any form of review I get! Constructive criticism is always welcome! Hope you liked this! ~ Yelhsa D
