Disclaimer: I don't own any of the girls that starred in the X-men film and sadly, none of the guys. :( Then again, I'd never hold any hottie against their will.......cough*I'm a liar*cough,

Whoa! Thanks a bunch for reviews! Considering I don't usually write romance stories….Anyways, I'll try and update a lot more and that should be possible considering I got passed my writers block on my other fic.

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Psych woke up the next morning looking right out of a window. She shivered, not because of the window being open but because she still had on the soaked clothes from last night… "Last night," she thought, "what happened? Was I dreaming or something?" She didn't really have much time to ponder this because Rogue woke up and asked her what she was doing sitting up against the door.



"Nothing," she said and Rogue, either being too tired to care or waiting to ask later, just left it at that. Tamara got up, took a shower, and put on nice, warm clothes, all with one question on her mind, "What have I done?" Four months ago, she swore as soon as she walked out that door that romance was no longer part of her life since, since…… "No!" she thought, "That chapter of my life is closed and plus, that kiss, that whatever it was last night was just a release of built up hormonal frustration, nothing more." She seemed to make this final and joined Rogue on their way to class.



Class was more nerve racking than usual that day. Mainly because she had the odd feeling that Pyro, the 2nd person on her right, was staring at her. Every time she turned his way though, he was facing forward. This started to annoy her so she raised her hand and asked, "Professor Summers, I'm not feeling too well, could I be dismissed from class early?" Cyclops looked up from the textbook he had been reading then told her she could go. Without looking anyone in the eye, she grabbed her books and walked out the door.



While in the girls bathroom, she washed her face with cold water. "Get it together, Tamara." Psych sat up against the sink for a while then decided she seriously needed something new to think about. She walked out of the bathroom and passed an empty classroom when a soft voice called out, "Hello Tamara." Psych stopped and looked in the classroom. "Oh hi, Professor Jean." then kept on walking.



A few seconds later, she realized that she didn't really have a place to go back to, making her walk back to Jean's classroom. "Er, professor, you wouldn't happen to need help grading essays or something?" she asked. Jean Gray looked as if no one had ever asked her this question, "A teacher could never have enough help," she said. Tamara took that as a yes and walked over to the desk. Jean split a stack of papers into two and then handed her an answer key.



Psych picked up a pen and commented, "By the way, I like your new haircut." Jean smiled, "Thank you, it turned out fine, like you said." They both sat in silence grading papers for about ten minutes when Jean asked, "You didn't really want to grade papers right?"

Tamara laughed, "Not really."

Professor Gray stopped grading and leaned forward on her desk, "So, what's on your mind?"

Psych looked up, "Too much to handle."

"Such as?"

"Couldn't you just read my mind?"

"I find that looking into a teenagers mind is as dangerous as it is eventful."

Tamara rolled her eyes, "More along the lines of confusion."

"With?"

"Guys."

"Oooo, tricky subject. So, what about em?"

Tamara told a brief version of the events that took place over the past few days, give or take a few things. When she finished, Jean looked unfazed, almost as if she'd dealt with the same problem.

"When you go through things like that then all you need to remember is to follow your heart."

Before Psych could respond, Cyclops came walking in. "Jean have you see Tam-. Oh, well I was just making sure she wasn't sneaking off grounds."

Right as he walked off, the bell rang so Tamara grabbed her stuff and thanked Jean for the talk. Just as she was walking out, something she'd meant to ask resurfaced.

"Professor?"

"Yes, Tamara?"

"You know how everyone has code names like Cyclops, Storm, etc?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you have one?"

She looked as if she'd be asked this before, "I don't know. I guess I just never found the time to think up a really good one."

"Oh." Psych walked out of the classroom and went about her day. No one bothered to ask why she left class because they figured it was personal problems.

Later that day, she and Rogue were doing their homework together when she asked, "Are those your dog tags?"

Rogue hadn't realized she'd been fidgeting with them. "No," she answered, "A while back, before I came here, I met this guy, another mutant in fact."

Psych seemed to get interested and Rogue noticed, "No! It wasn't like that! Well, he was gorgeous, but anyways, we just understand each other more than any one else can."

"Oh. So, where's he at?"

"He left to find out about his past., but he should be back any day now."

Tamara, who'd spent all her life running from it couldn't understand why anyone would want to find their past.

"He sounds like he was pretty cool," she added.

"He was," said Rogue as she fidgeted with the dog tags and looked out the window.

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That evening, Psych was feeling famished, so she ran downstairs for a quick snack. Little did she know she'd run into the two people she dreaded seeing at the moment. Pyro and Samari were sitting at one of the tables studying. Samari looked up and glared. Before Pyro took his eyes off his lighter, she grabbed a bag of chips and split, not before she heard Samari say, "Whoop, there went the Psych-o."

Filled with rage and, much too her astonishment, jealously, for the first time in her life she was disappointed in herself. "What is wrong with me? I feel like some foolish, love sick preteen." Still arguing inside her head and not looking where she was going, she hit something hard and fell back.

Thinking she must have hit a wall or something she looked up and noticed that it wasn't a wall, it was a guy. With sincere apology, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the floor. "Are you okay? I'm very sorry," he said with his thick southern accent. "I'm fine, thanks," she replied, as he pulled her up, she was kinda taken aback as too how she hadn't even noticed him before. Still feeling sorry, he asked her if she needed anything. She smiled, grabbed his arm and thought, "Maybe I can go without Pyro, after all."

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I bet ya'll are wondering where'd this guy come from?! Don't get mad because there's more P/T interaction to come.