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In case anyone doesn't know, Jason is the boy that Kitty crushes on in Spykecam, and Rogue does a little too. They both end up dancing in a school play to get his attention, because he's the male lead. He kind of disappears after the episode, though. Oh well, he was just a human.

"What do ya mean Ah'm goin' steady with Jason?" Rogue practically shrieked.

"Quiet," Kitty told her. "You don't want to, like, attract attention, do you?"

"Ah thought you were over Jason!" hissed, not even trying to hide her rage.

"I am!" Kitty laughed, "but evidently you're not."

"Ah can' believe you. Ah hate tha' kid, he's so freakin' dramatic. Why couldn' you have picked someone else if you had ta fin' me a boyfriend?" Rogue held her head in her hands, trying not to cry. And why did she want to cry? She was stronger than this. What did it matter anyway? She would just tell him off when she got her body back. But still the tears gathered in her eyes. This wasn't something she would do; this was something Kitty would do....

"Oh mah god," Rogue muttered in the middle one of Kitty's sentences. She had been babbling, not caring that Rogue wasn't paying any attention to her. "Oh mah god, Kitty," Rogue grabbed one of Kitty's covered wrists. "It's happenin'! Ah'm turnin' into you! Ah don' wanna turn into you now! It's not supposed ta start until we get back ta the Institute! Ah don' wan' this ta happen at school!"

"Calm down, Rogue. It'll be okay. We want to turn back into ourselves, don't we? It doesn't matter where it happens."

"But what if something bad happens when we switch bodies! Ah, like, don' wan' people to see it! Ah don' want anyone to know Ah was you! "

"Don't worry about it! Mr. McCoy would have told us if it was going to be painful or gruesome. Now Ah need to go, I mean, I need to go to your next class. What is it?"

"Uh, American Lit." Rogue stammered, trying to wipe the tears out of her eyes. She hated feeling like this. She didn't want to care.

"Great, and Ah have, I mean, I have Chemistry."

"O-okay." They both parted ways, but Rogue turned back and called through the crowd, "Kitty?"

"Yeah?" Kitty turned around, but walked backwards so even more people separated them.

"Who do you sit next to?" Rogue almost yelled.

"Lance!"

Rogue turned back and walked toward the Chemistry room. So she sat next to Lance? If Kitty had any foresight at all she would know that disaster was in the air.

In the meantime, Kitty went on to American Lit. She knew it would be a piece of cake; she had already taken the class last year. There were advantages to being advanced. When she reached the classroom there were only two seats left open: one in the front and one in the back. She chose the one in the back, figuring that Rogue wouldn't want to stand out. That, and the back just looked a lot more appealing to her.

She sat down, and actually slumped down into her chair. Usually, she sat straight up in the front of the class so the teacher would call on her. But now, she didn't want to be noticed; she didn't want to be called on; she just wanted to be left alone.

Still slumped as the teacher began to drone on in the front of the class, she found her attention slipping away. She became lost in daydreams, something she had never before dared to do in class. Drifting back and forth between reality and fantasy, she was called back suddenly and harshly.

"Rogue? Rogue!"

"Ya-yes ma'am." Kitty shot up in her seat, ashamed of herself.

"Answer my question!" The teacher snapped.

Kitty ducked her head, now more embarrassed than ashamed. "Could you, uh, ya ask it again?"

"Name one of Thoreau's famous quotes."

Kitty hurried to answer, wishing attention to be taken away from her. By now, all the other students were staring mercilessly. "Oh, 'Simplify, simplify, simplify.'"

The teacher stared at her suspiciously before responding. "Very well then." She moved on to the next student, and Kitty sighed, slipping back down into her seat. A few minutes later, the teacher was passing out a pop quiz. Kitty rummaged through Rogue's stuff, trying to find a pencil. All that she found, though, were a bunch of sharpies. She turned to her neighbor and asked for a pencil.

As Kitty reached out to get it, the kid overshot and brushed her wrist with his finger. It was only a moment, but they both recoiled in shock. He looked at her, terrified, before passing out, slipping right out of his seat. Kitty didn't notice, though, because her mind was in shock. Swimming through it were new memories: a first bike ride, a homerun, an A on a test, a broken arm...

Kitty clasped her head, overwhelmed. After only a moment the pain began to die down, and the memories began to fade, finding shelter in the back of her mind. Breathing in short gasps, she opened her eyes. Everything was dark, but her sight slowly came back to her, and she found everyone staring at her once again.

Realizing what she had done, Kitty turned back to her neighbor, who was still out cold.

"Somebody wake him up!" she cried, tears beginning to well in her eyes. "Don' jus' stand there! Wake him up!" Jumping over the desks, she crouched at the nameless boy's side. She shook him, and his eyes fluttered open. As soon as he saw her, he pushed her back away.

"What did you do to me, you freak?" he accused.

"Ah, Ah jus'-" Kitty stammered, trying to excuse herself.

"That's enough, students!" the teacher interrupted. "Everyone back to your seats! We all know that Rogue is different. We all know that she is dangerous, but since the school board seems to think that they should still be able to go to school with us, we must coexist! Aaron, you look fine. You may go and get a drink of water, if you want, but I expect you back in here in five minutes." The boy hurriedly left the room, careful not to get near Kitty. "Everyone else, in your seats now. We will finish this quiz, and then continue the lesson where we left off. Rogue, will you come to my desk please?"

Head down, Kitty walked quickly up to her desk. "Ah didn' mean to! Ah'm sorry, but-"

"That's enough. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you detention."

"But-"

"But nothing. Principal Kelly has decried that any mutant that uses his powers in school must be given detention, and I would probably be giving it to you anyway even if it wasn't mandated."

"But ya don' understand! Ah can't turn them off!"

"That's no excuse. Now I expect to see you here promptly after school. Go finish your quiz."

"But-"

"Go!"

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