A/N: *waves* Yo. Here's the next chappie of Look out, Mr. Summers!
Angelus Rocks: *grinn* I is glad you like!
Mari G. Potter: Heh, sorry about the confusion. GO WATCH THE MOVIES AGAIN! NOW!!
UKTara: *blushes* Aw, thanks! I like writing those two; it's so fun to watch them argue. ^__^
Cally LeBeau: Well, thanks for your support, guys! Here's the next chappie.
Scott trudged wearily down to the dining hall for dinner. He had finally finished the tests and now had a headache to rival any headache that had ever existed.
Still thinking about this as he entered the room, he suddenly stopped. Hang on, he thought suspiciously. Why is everyone grinning at me like that?
And sure enough, everyone in the room was looking over at him with a big grin plastered over their face.
Scott hesitated in the doorway. Long experience had taught him that whenever everybody looked this happy when he stepped into a room, it either meant that there was something extremely unpleasant hidden in his food or that they all knew something that he didn't.
He sat down cautiously, eyeing the other adults. Heck, even the Professor had a rather smug grin on his face.
Deciding to ignore the disturbing smiles all around him, Scott avoided eye contact with everybody else.
It didn't take long for the secret to become known.
'Say, Professor,' said Ororo loudly, eyes twinkling. 'Wouldn't you say our good friend Scott has been working a little hard lately?'
Scott froze with a forkful of salad halfway to his mouth.
'Why yes, miss Munroe, I do believe he has,' said the Professor with the same mischievous twinkle in his eye.
'Quite personally,' said Jean, 'I think he needs a vacation.'
'Now hang on a second!' Scott yelped. 'I know where this is going. You guys know I have lots of work to do! I can't-'
'We'll take care of all the work, Scooter.' Jean beamed.
A dull blush spread across Scott's face as several of the students snickered at the nickname. Logan snorted and hid his laughter behind a napkin.
If looks could kill, Logan would have been lying on the ground filled with numerous pointy objects, but since looks couldn't kill, Scott had to settle for glaring at the Canadian through his red tinted visor.
'And besides,' Ororo beamed, 'Some of the students have been begging to go on a ski trip for quite awhile. Wouldn't it be nice if you could take them, Scott?'
Scott's jaw dropped open. 'B-but . . . I . . .'
'Please, Mr. Summers!' begged Rogue. 'Me and Bobby and John and Jubilee have been wanting to go for AGES!'
In Scott's opinion, things couldn't have been worse if lightning had suddenly struck the mansion.
Rogue, Bobby and John. More commonly known as Rogue, Iceman and Pyro. They were the famed pranksters of the Institute. Jubilee wasn't officially one of the gang, but she often tagged along with them.
Scott was desperately wishing he could be like Kitty and sink through the floor before things got any worse.
'Well, Scott?'said the Professor, eyes twinkling merrily.
Scott looked back and forth between the Professor and the pleading eyes of Rogue, Bobby, John and Jubilee.
He sighed. 'Fine, fine. I'll take you.'
Immediately the four young mutants leaped into the air, whooping, while Scott sank into his chair until only the top of his head was visible over the table.
Ororo and Jean exchanged a high five under the table.
A/N: And there you have it, folks, the second chapter!
Review or be forever infested with fleas.
Angelus Rocks: *grinn* I is glad you like!
Mari G. Potter: Heh, sorry about the confusion. GO WATCH THE MOVIES AGAIN! NOW!!
UKTara: *blushes* Aw, thanks! I like writing those two; it's so fun to watch them argue. ^__^
Cally LeBeau: Well, thanks for your support, guys! Here's the next chappie.
Scott trudged wearily down to the dining hall for dinner. He had finally finished the tests and now had a headache to rival any headache that had ever existed.
Still thinking about this as he entered the room, he suddenly stopped. Hang on, he thought suspiciously. Why is everyone grinning at me like that?
And sure enough, everyone in the room was looking over at him with a big grin plastered over their face.
Scott hesitated in the doorway. Long experience had taught him that whenever everybody looked this happy when he stepped into a room, it either meant that there was something extremely unpleasant hidden in his food or that they all knew something that he didn't.
He sat down cautiously, eyeing the other adults. Heck, even the Professor had a rather smug grin on his face.
Deciding to ignore the disturbing smiles all around him, Scott avoided eye contact with everybody else.
It didn't take long for the secret to become known.
'Say, Professor,' said Ororo loudly, eyes twinkling. 'Wouldn't you say our good friend Scott has been working a little hard lately?'
Scott froze with a forkful of salad halfway to his mouth.
'Why yes, miss Munroe, I do believe he has,' said the Professor with the same mischievous twinkle in his eye.
'Quite personally,' said Jean, 'I think he needs a vacation.'
'Now hang on a second!' Scott yelped. 'I know where this is going. You guys know I have lots of work to do! I can't-'
'We'll take care of all the work, Scooter.' Jean beamed.
A dull blush spread across Scott's face as several of the students snickered at the nickname. Logan snorted and hid his laughter behind a napkin.
If looks could kill, Logan would have been lying on the ground filled with numerous pointy objects, but since looks couldn't kill, Scott had to settle for glaring at the Canadian through his red tinted visor.
'And besides,' Ororo beamed, 'Some of the students have been begging to go on a ski trip for quite awhile. Wouldn't it be nice if you could take them, Scott?'
Scott's jaw dropped open. 'B-but . . . I . . .'
'Please, Mr. Summers!' begged Rogue. 'Me and Bobby and John and Jubilee have been wanting to go for AGES!'
In Scott's opinion, things couldn't have been worse if lightning had suddenly struck the mansion.
Rogue, Bobby and John. More commonly known as Rogue, Iceman and Pyro. They were the famed pranksters of the Institute. Jubilee wasn't officially one of the gang, but she often tagged along with them.
Scott was desperately wishing he could be like Kitty and sink through the floor before things got any worse.
'Well, Scott?'said the Professor, eyes twinkling merrily.
Scott looked back and forth between the Professor and the pleading eyes of Rogue, Bobby, John and Jubilee.
He sighed. 'Fine, fine. I'll take you.'
Immediately the four young mutants leaped into the air, whooping, while Scott sank into his chair until only the top of his head was visible over the table.
Ororo and Jean exchanged a high five under the table.
A/N: And there you have it, folks, the second chapter!
Review or be forever infested with fleas.