Scott's body was still sore when he awoke and still had scratches. He
didn't know how he was going to explain his injuries to the kids at school.
He got up and his head spun with slight pain as his body resisted the movement. He forced himself up though and looked at the clock. It was one twenty five. Probably Saturday.
As he made his way out of the room, he saw the sling for his arm resting over the back of a chair. Scott quickly grabbed it and left his room.
In the hallway, it was oddly quiet. He shrugged it off and continued downstairs. When he didn't see anyone there either, he began to get worried. He went down to were Hank usually stayed and was relieved to see him there.
"Hank? Where is everybody?" Scott asked as he walked in, the sling still in his good arm.
Hank turned around and smiled at him. "I'm glad to see you're awake." He moved his wheeled chair over and next to Scott and began helping his arm into the sling. "Just for safety reasons. It should heal pretty quickly." Hank told him.
"Okay, but where is everybody?" Scott demanded.
"They're at school. It's Monday you know." Hank replied, moving back.
"Monday?! It was Friday when I went to sleep!" Scott exclaimed.
"Actually it was Saturday. The first time both you and Rogue woke up was on Saturday. Rogue was a little startled to learn that too." Hank replied.
"Monday?" Scott repeated blankly.
"Yeah, the students were quite disappointed, loosing their ride to and from school." Hank said with a chuckle.
"Why didn't Jean or-"
"Touch 'you're' car? They know better then to take your car without asking. And you certainly weren't in the condition to be replying." Hank replied.
Scott sighed. "I've missed school?" Scott whined. "I had a French test today! Humph. I'll just pick them up after school." Scott complained, turning to leave Hank's room. He headed up to the kitchen to get something to eat, for he found that he was starving.
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At around three fifteen he got in his car and headed to the school. As he approached it Evan went down the street on a skateboard. At one point he saw Kurt port in a tree with kitty holding on. He wouldn't have to worry about the usual kids that caught a ride with him, though he was going to have to scold Kitty and Kurt. Just Jean was left though. She probably stayed after to help a teacher or something, and Rogue never caught a ride with him.
He pulled into the school parking lot and looked around. He didn't see any of the mutants, not even the brotherhood. He figured they probably all had detention anyway. He got out of his car and headed inside. Jean probably had left and he had to talk to his French teacher about when to make up the test.
When he returned to his car after talking to his French teacher, Jean was standing out side the car looking slightly embarrassed. She was fidgeting with a purse hanging from around her neck.
"Uh, Jean?" Scott asked.
Jean's head snapped up. "Oh Scott! Good, I was waiting for you!"
"Umm. I see." Scott replied, and with his good arm, he beckoned her into the passenger seat and headed for the driver's seat. Jean grabbed his good shoulder and pulled him back.
"There was, uh, something I wanted to ask you." Jean said nervously, not even looking him in the eye. This slightly startled him.
"Alright." Scott beckoned her.
"Well, there are rumors, you know, that you like me and well, I just." She trailed, her eyes wondering down to her purse.
Scott became suddenly nervous and he just stared at her.
"Well, I just thought that, well, I would just, ummm. ask, you know." She continued to talk nervously, but she glanced up at him through her long black eye lashes.
Scott began to wonder weather she was going to ask him if he really did like her, or if she was going to ask him on a date. He began to be really nervous now. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to reply when she did ask. If she did, what would he say? He liked her, but things had changed. What had changed? He couldn't tell. Not anymore at least. After Rogue's confession his emotions had been a big jumble that he couldn't figure out. It stirred and invoked feelings towards her that he couldn't interpret yet.
"Well, would you, umm." Jean continued.
'She's going to ask me out!' Scott thought frantically if he wanted to. He looked at her intently. What did he usually see there? He'd see a wonderful and perfect girl, someone that he wanted as his own and wanted to hold. It was different now. She was a wonderful and beautiful friend. He didn't see her the same anymore. What had caused that? Rogue?
"Would you, would, ummm. would you go out with me?" Jean finally finished. She took in a sharp breath and watched him through her lashes intently.
What should he say? He didn't know. He didn't think; no; he didn't want to go out with her. Not now, not really. Why? Was it Rogue? What had she done to him? Did he like 'her' that way? So suddenly? Just like that? No, it had been for a long time. He had pushed his feelings for her aside though, his mind filled to the brim with Jean. Jean had been there longer, she had been touchable and she seemed to actually like him back some. Once Rogue had come along, he had worked really hard to convert her, but once she had, he had forced himself to push any of those thoughts/feelings aside. A relationship with the untouchable Rogue had been a preposterous idea. A beautiful red head that was touchable had been much more appealing.
"Scott?" Jean provoked, looking straight at him now.
"Oh umm. Well Jean," He trailed, thinking of how to put this. "Jean, I don't think a relationship between us is going to work." He trailed.
Jean looked horrified. "What do you mean?" She asked quietly, her body stiffening.
"Well, to be honest, I've been really confused with my feelings. I admit that I liked you, but right now I just can't figure out what it is I want." Scott replied, trying to be as nice as possible.
Jean stared at him, a pained expression coming across her pretty features. "Are you asking me to wait?" She asked, beginning to get angry. "Because just to let you know, I can have other guys if-"
"I wasn't asking you to wait!" Scott interrupted her, holding a hand up to shush her. He was growing angry. It hadn't been necessary to mention that she had other guys that would be willing to go out with her. "And if you have so many other guys that'd be willing, why ask me?" Scott fumed as he headed to the drivers seat.
"What?!" Jean demanded, following his movements with her eyes. "Well! The nerve!" Jean fumed back. "I think I'll walk home!" Jean growled, then turned on her heel and headed toward the sidewalk.
Scott jumped into the driver's seat to his empty car. He shook his head and put the key in the ignition, but he didn't turn the car on. He just sighed and leaned carelessly against the car seat.
What was wrong with him? He wanted Jean! For so long he dreamed of the day when he could ask her out and she would say yes. Now that he got it (well despite the fact that 'she' had been the one to ask 'him' out) he didn't want it. He wanted something else. Something he wasn't quite sure if he could get.
He started the car and headed home.
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cally: I think you misunderstand me. There will be no Romy in this story though I do love Romy.
I'm glad you all enjoy and think I'm doing this right! ^_^ That makes me happy!
^Crysala^
He got up and his head spun with slight pain as his body resisted the movement. He forced himself up though and looked at the clock. It was one twenty five. Probably Saturday.
As he made his way out of the room, he saw the sling for his arm resting over the back of a chair. Scott quickly grabbed it and left his room.
In the hallway, it was oddly quiet. He shrugged it off and continued downstairs. When he didn't see anyone there either, he began to get worried. He went down to were Hank usually stayed and was relieved to see him there.
"Hank? Where is everybody?" Scott asked as he walked in, the sling still in his good arm.
Hank turned around and smiled at him. "I'm glad to see you're awake." He moved his wheeled chair over and next to Scott and began helping his arm into the sling. "Just for safety reasons. It should heal pretty quickly." Hank told him.
"Okay, but where is everybody?" Scott demanded.
"They're at school. It's Monday you know." Hank replied, moving back.
"Monday?! It was Friday when I went to sleep!" Scott exclaimed.
"Actually it was Saturday. The first time both you and Rogue woke up was on Saturday. Rogue was a little startled to learn that too." Hank replied.
"Monday?" Scott repeated blankly.
"Yeah, the students were quite disappointed, loosing their ride to and from school." Hank said with a chuckle.
"Why didn't Jean or-"
"Touch 'you're' car? They know better then to take your car without asking. And you certainly weren't in the condition to be replying." Hank replied.
Scott sighed. "I've missed school?" Scott whined. "I had a French test today! Humph. I'll just pick them up after school." Scott complained, turning to leave Hank's room. He headed up to the kitchen to get something to eat, for he found that he was starving.
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At around three fifteen he got in his car and headed to the school. As he approached it Evan went down the street on a skateboard. At one point he saw Kurt port in a tree with kitty holding on. He wouldn't have to worry about the usual kids that caught a ride with him, though he was going to have to scold Kitty and Kurt. Just Jean was left though. She probably stayed after to help a teacher or something, and Rogue never caught a ride with him.
He pulled into the school parking lot and looked around. He didn't see any of the mutants, not even the brotherhood. He figured they probably all had detention anyway. He got out of his car and headed inside. Jean probably had left and he had to talk to his French teacher about when to make up the test.
When he returned to his car after talking to his French teacher, Jean was standing out side the car looking slightly embarrassed. She was fidgeting with a purse hanging from around her neck.
"Uh, Jean?" Scott asked.
Jean's head snapped up. "Oh Scott! Good, I was waiting for you!"
"Umm. I see." Scott replied, and with his good arm, he beckoned her into the passenger seat and headed for the driver's seat. Jean grabbed his good shoulder and pulled him back.
"There was, uh, something I wanted to ask you." Jean said nervously, not even looking him in the eye. This slightly startled him.
"Alright." Scott beckoned her.
"Well, there are rumors, you know, that you like me and well, I just." She trailed, her eyes wondering down to her purse.
Scott became suddenly nervous and he just stared at her.
"Well, I just thought that, well, I would just, ummm. ask, you know." She continued to talk nervously, but she glanced up at him through her long black eye lashes.
Scott began to wonder weather she was going to ask him if he really did like her, or if she was going to ask him on a date. He began to be really nervous now. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to reply when she did ask. If she did, what would he say? He liked her, but things had changed. What had changed? He couldn't tell. Not anymore at least. After Rogue's confession his emotions had been a big jumble that he couldn't figure out. It stirred and invoked feelings towards her that he couldn't interpret yet.
"Well, would you, umm." Jean continued.
'She's going to ask me out!' Scott thought frantically if he wanted to. He looked at her intently. What did he usually see there? He'd see a wonderful and perfect girl, someone that he wanted as his own and wanted to hold. It was different now. She was a wonderful and beautiful friend. He didn't see her the same anymore. What had caused that? Rogue?
"Would you, would, ummm. would you go out with me?" Jean finally finished. She took in a sharp breath and watched him through her lashes intently.
What should he say? He didn't know. He didn't think; no; he didn't want to go out with her. Not now, not really. Why? Was it Rogue? What had she done to him? Did he like 'her' that way? So suddenly? Just like that? No, it had been for a long time. He had pushed his feelings for her aside though, his mind filled to the brim with Jean. Jean had been there longer, she had been touchable and she seemed to actually like him back some. Once Rogue had come along, he had worked really hard to convert her, but once she had, he had forced himself to push any of those thoughts/feelings aside. A relationship with the untouchable Rogue had been a preposterous idea. A beautiful red head that was touchable had been much more appealing.
"Scott?" Jean provoked, looking straight at him now.
"Oh umm. Well Jean," He trailed, thinking of how to put this. "Jean, I don't think a relationship between us is going to work." He trailed.
Jean looked horrified. "What do you mean?" She asked quietly, her body stiffening.
"Well, to be honest, I've been really confused with my feelings. I admit that I liked you, but right now I just can't figure out what it is I want." Scott replied, trying to be as nice as possible.
Jean stared at him, a pained expression coming across her pretty features. "Are you asking me to wait?" She asked, beginning to get angry. "Because just to let you know, I can have other guys if-"
"I wasn't asking you to wait!" Scott interrupted her, holding a hand up to shush her. He was growing angry. It hadn't been necessary to mention that she had other guys that would be willing to go out with her. "And if you have so many other guys that'd be willing, why ask me?" Scott fumed as he headed to the drivers seat.
"What?!" Jean demanded, following his movements with her eyes. "Well! The nerve!" Jean fumed back. "I think I'll walk home!" Jean growled, then turned on her heel and headed toward the sidewalk.
Scott jumped into the driver's seat to his empty car. He shook his head and put the key in the ignition, but he didn't turn the car on. He just sighed and leaned carelessly against the car seat.
What was wrong with him? He wanted Jean! For so long he dreamed of the day when he could ask her out and she would say yes. Now that he got it (well despite the fact that 'she' had been the one to ask 'him' out) he didn't want it. He wanted something else. Something he wasn't quite sure if he could get.
He started the car and headed home.
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cally: I think you misunderstand me. There will be no Romy in this story though I do love Romy.
I'm glad you all enjoy and think I'm doing this right! ^_^ That makes me happy!
^Crysala^