Well, I had given up on this fic, but I'm pulling it out of the trash bin
to see if I can revive it somehow.. Tell me if it's hopeless!!
Disclaimer: Eat My Chicken!!!(jk)
Rogue's POV
'Alright. Just smile and try not to trip.' Rogue thought at she sauntered into the building. 'Try to avoid eye-contact.'
She found this hard to do because she was getting a lot of attention. Many of the boys were turning to look at her as she strolled by. A couple of lowly freshmen were grinning goofily at her, and she tried to ignore them.
'How can Jean stand this? All these people staring, and I can hear half of their thoughts!! Telepathy is harder than it looks.' Still, she managed to make it to her locker without anyone approaching her.
'6-66-60? What kind of combination is that?' Rogue thought furiously, looking at the paper Jean had given her.
"Hi, Jean." Duncan surprised Rogue from behind. She whipped around excitedly.
"Oh..Um...Hi...Uh...Duncan!" It took all of Rogue's willpower to sound that perky. She was seriously considering barfing on his lettermen jacket.
"You alright? You seem nervous." He asked. He held her hand, and Rogue had to keep herself from recoiling in disgust.
"Yup! Everything's peachy keen!"
'God! How preppy did that sound?'
"That's great. You wanna catch a movie later?" Duncan seemed to be looking for someone in the crowd of people, and Rogue felt immediately angry.
'Can't this creep even LOOK at me when we're talking???'
"Actually, Scott and I were going to do something. Sorry." She lied. At least it could've been true.
"Oh. I see." Duncan stormed off, leaving Rogue alone.
Evan's POV
'Okay. Don't touch anyone. That can't be too hard!' He thought, as he weaved his way through the sea of students.
"Move it, loser!" One of the jocks shoved Evan, knocking him to the floor.
"Hey, moron! Got a problem vith me?" Evan's anger built inside of him as he grabbed the offender's arm.
The jock whirled around to face Evan. It was then that Evan realised two things. One-the jock was bigger than Kurt. Two-Starting a fight might cause someone to feel his fur.
"You wanna start something, freak?" The jock loomed over Evan.
"Leave him alone!"
Both boys turned to see an angry Jean standing with her hands on her hips.
"Since when do you care?" Patronized the jock.
"Since now. Get lost, or do I have to make you?" Rogue formed a fist and waved it threateningly.
The boys showed their obvious surprise, as did the small crowd of people who had gathered around them. Was Jean really threatening a fellow athlete?
Rogue's eye twitched with the sudden wave of new thoughts pouring into her brain, but she still managed to send a menacing glare in the bully's direction.
"Forget this." The jock turned around and walked off, muttering about how he couldn't hit 'Duncan's girl'.
The crowd dispersed, upset that there had been no fight.
"That vas the most anti-Jean thing ever! She'll kill you vhen she finds out!!" Evan whispered to his rescuer. "But thanks anyvays. There vas no vay Kurt'd take on that guy."
"I just hope they're having a better time than we are!" Rogue stated. 'Well, maybe not Jean...'
Okay, kinda long and pointless. I'm torn between making this a humorous story with occasional angst, or angst with occasional humor. Oh well.
And I know I said jock, like ten times, but I was too lazy to give him a name.
PLEASE REVIEW AS ALWAYS. I NEED IDEAS!! AND KEEP SMILING!! ;)
January 12, 2003
Disclaimer: Eat My Chicken!!!(jk)
Rogue's POV
'Alright. Just smile and try not to trip.' Rogue thought at she sauntered into the building. 'Try to avoid eye-contact.'
She found this hard to do because she was getting a lot of attention. Many of the boys were turning to look at her as she strolled by. A couple of lowly freshmen were grinning goofily at her, and she tried to ignore them.
'How can Jean stand this? All these people staring, and I can hear half of their thoughts!! Telepathy is harder than it looks.' Still, she managed to make it to her locker without anyone approaching her.
'6-66-60? What kind of combination is that?' Rogue thought furiously, looking at the paper Jean had given her.
"Hi, Jean." Duncan surprised Rogue from behind. She whipped around excitedly.
"Oh..Um...Hi...Uh...Duncan!" It took all of Rogue's willpower to sound that perky. She was seriously considering barfing on his lettermen jacket.
"You alright? You seem nervous." He asked. He held her hand, and Rogue had to keep herself from recoiling in disgust.
"Yup! Everything's peachy keen!"
'God! How preppy did that sound?'
"That's great. You wanna catch a movie later?" Duncan seemed to be looking for someone in the crowd of people, and Rogue felt immediately angry.
'Can't this creep even LOOK at me when we're talking???'
"Actually, Scott and I were going to do something. Sorry." She lied. At least it could've been true.
"Oh. I see." Duncan stormed off, leaving Rogue alone.
Evan's POV
'Okay. Don't touch anyone. That can't be too hard!' He thought, as he weaved his way through the sea of students.
"Move it, loser!" One of the jocks shoved Evan, knocking him to the floor.
"Hey, moron! Got a problem vith me?" Evan's anger built inside of him as he grabbed the offender's arm.
The jock whirled around to face Evan. It was then that Evan realised two things. One-the jock was bigger than Kurt. Two-Starting a fight might cause someone to feel his fur.
"You wanna start something, freak?" The jock loomed over Evan.
"Leave him alone!"
Both boys turned to see an angry Jean standing with her hands on her hips.
"Since when do you care?" Patronized the jock.
"Since now. Get lost, or do I have to make you?" Rogue formed a fist and waved it threateningly.
The boys showed their obvious surprise, as did the small crowd of people who had gathered around them. Was Jean really threatening a fellow athlete?
Rogue's eye twitched with the sudden wave of new thoughts pouring into her brain, but she still managed to send a menacing glare in the bully's direction.
"Forget this." The jock turned around and walked off, muttering about how he couldn't hit 'Duncan's girl'.
The crowd dispersed, upset that there had been no fight.
"That vas the most anti-Jean thing ever! She'll kill you vhen she finds out!!" Evan whispered to his rescuer. "But thanks anyvays. There vas no vay Kurt'd take on that guy."
"I just hope they're having a better time than we are!" Rogue stated. 'Well, maybe not Jean...'
Okay, kinda long and pointless. I'm torn between making this a humorous story with occasional angst, or angst with occasional humor. Oh well.
And I know I said jock, like ten times, but I was too lazy to give him a name.
PLEASE REVIEW AS ALWAYS. I NEED IDEAS!! AND KEEP SMILING!! ;)
January 12, 2003