Ron enters

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Beautiful girl, bless your heart

I got a disease

Deep inside me

Makes me feel uneasy, baby

I can't live without you, tell me

What am I supposed to do about it?

-Matchbox Twenty

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Kitty sat looking outside. "Katherine!" her teacher snapped

"Huh?" she asked confused.

"Pay attention, you'll need this for the test." The bell rang saving Kitty from further embarrassment. She walked out meeting up with Kurt.

"Lunch," he smiled. "I'm starving."

Kitty smiled. "You're always starving."

"I'm a growing boy," he said. She laughed rolling her eyes. Ron, a tall typical looking jock fell in step with them.

"Hey there, Little Cat," he said. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Hi, Ron," Kitty said.

"I'll see you at lunch," Kurt said.

"Bye," Kitty said to him stepping up to her locker.

"Why do you hang out with that loser?" Ron asked.

"He's, like, my friend."

"Whatever, so I'll pick you up at six?"

"Yeah," Kitty said frowning a little.

"Bye, Little Cat." He left. Kitty sighed getting out her lunch. She shut her locker gasping when she saw Lance leaning against the locker next to hers.

"Why do you even like him?" he asked.

"Are you, like, /trying/ to give me a heart attack?" she asked.

"Answer my question."

Kitty glared at him for a second. "He is nice." She turned and started to walk away surprised when he fell in step with her.

"He insulted your friend, Kitty, since when does that qualify as nice? If it does I should be ordained as a saint."

"He asked me to Prom. I'm, like, the only underclassman who was invited by a senior."

"I would have asked you."

"Well, you didn't. Besides, you would have done something, like causing an earthquake or spiking the punch."

"But-"

"Lance, you always do stuff like that." She started to walk away phasing through his hand when he tried to grab her wrist.

"He isn't good enough for you!" Lance called after her. She heard him mutter: "Why do I bother?" She went into the courtyard sitting across from Rogue.

"Ah can't believe that Ah'm gonna ask you this but would you go shoppin' with me?" Rogue asked.

"What?" Kitty asked.

"Ah need a Prom dress."

"You're going to Prom?"

"Don't sound so happy," Rogue drawled.

"Well, of course I'm happy! Who's taking you?"

"Remy."

"Gambit?" Kitty squeaked. "But he's, like, in the Brotherhood?"

"What's it matter?" Rogue asked. "Ah mean, Ah couldn't go with a normal boy. If he tried for a kiss he'd be in a hospital. Remy knows better."

"That's true," Kitty said twirling a piece of hair around her finger. "Prom's this weekend. I hope we can still find a decent dress."

Across the courtyard Lance was glaring at the ground.

"What's Lance's problem?" Fred asked.

"Cat problems." Pietro said.

"Do you ever shut up?" Lance asked.

"Nope."

"Just give it up, yo," Todd said.

"You're still going, right?" Pietro asked. He sighed and as though he were giving away Holy Grail said, "You can have Cheryl."

"As generous as that is, no," Lance said. "I'll go but you can keep your dates."

"Good," Pietro said sighing with relief. Lance sighed glaring back at the ground.

"Screw this! I'm sick of waiting and trying!"

"Good for you, dude," Todd said.

"I'm through with Kitty!"

Pietro rolled his eyes. "We've heard that one before," he said as Lance walked away.