About the characters: Tess has never heard of cutting. The thought has never passes through her mind, so she's a little ignorant about Rogue's problem. I'd like to think that I made it seem like the stick was removed from Scott's ass when he dumped Jean. I don't really hate Jean, but she makes a good bitch. Logan- I sort to want to stick to the non- Logan/Marie for this story, same for the Scogue and Bobby/Marie. I love all those pairings, it's just I want to write a Ryro right now. I mean it was practically love at first sight in the book. Look, here are two quotes- "Rogue smiled at another boy who sat in front of her. His name was John. He was the cutest boy she had seen in a long, long time."; "John glanced back and smile at Rogue. Right then and there, she knew she was really going to like this place." ::sighs::. I can't even think of future stories, I'm so tied up on this one. This is the farthest I've ever gotten into a story. Wow. It's scary. I'm scared. P.s. This falls under no category, but where have all the good X-Men: movie stories gone? No one is updating all at the same time.
A/N: I'd like to announce that I have washed my mouth out with soap (not the whole bar though). The last chapter sucked all the creativity out of my body, which is why this one took me so long (fourth rewrite). Thank you Bobbie for your ideas (they rock, I will use them), and for making what could have been a two-week wait a one and a half (such a big gap) week wait. Thanks Tatiana for your everlasting help. Lol and thanks Randi for taking the time to review AND ADDING ME TO YOUR FAVS! Uh huh and thanks ilovetidus (finish your story, or start a new one please). Thanks rogue-x-men (waiting for an update on Leaving). Thank you Lucky439 for always reviewing. And lastly, saskia (even though you don't like RYRO) thanks for your input (don't diss her for having an opinion and showing it).
(Saturday, 28 September 2002) 06 October 2002 – Wednesday, 09 October 20002
X. Censures
I made sure to carefully bandage my deeper cuts to prevent anymore spontaneously leaking, which meant that I would not be able to use the razor for a while. That would not be a problem considering how close I had come last night to being caught. I just hoped I would not be faced with something incredibly distressful any time soon. I had no idea what I would do not if I was unable to turn to my razor. Seriously, seeing as how I had freaked out last night over nothing, I think I would not hesitate to lock myself in the bathroom, rip the bandages off, and have a session in the shower until Tess found a way to force me out. It would not be the best idea. That was obvious, now that Tess, Logan and Scott would probably start paying more attention, and that was definitely something I did not need more of.
I was well wrapped today in clothes. Something nobody would notice as unusual, hopefully. I wondered when- cause I new it would come- I would have to talk to Logan about last night, or even Scott and Tess. I had completely avoided my roommate last night and this morning. It had not been as hard last night as it had been this morning. I had dropped dead on my bed, and immediately fallen asleep, probably in mid air, but this morning she took her time getting ready and leaving. I had had to pretend to sleep as she took forty pain-staking minutes to get ready for classes. I wondered how long her death scene would take. I know she had taken her time on purpose though, so she could talk to me. A version of talking that would basically only consist of inquiring questions. Finally, she had left and I could change out of these clothes and take a shower.
And be late to Scott's class. Not one second, one minute or even five minutes late. Because she had taken so long- and I am sure she had barely made it by the bell-, I was twenty minutes late. Yeah, way to keep a low profile after last night. Of course, these entertainment-deprived children had nothing better to do than stare. More than usual (last night's episode obviously playing its role), nothing more than I expected. I ignored it, as I had learned to do after the night I had fatally touched Logan, for the first ten minutes.
"Rogue?" Scott called.
"I overslept," I answered, turning to look at Tess who quickly turned around, most likely from guilt. I looked at Scott, who had not said anything. He obviously needed a better explanation.
"I was tired last night," I continued. Not only did that work, it turned a couple of heads. He looked at me for a second before nodding slowly. Strange, could he have thought that I was evasively accusing him of having drugged me last night? I bit my bottom lip. Maybe I should stay after class and talk to him. It was indubitable that Logan had talked to him. I looked around the classroom, and those first ten minutes had just about passed. Maybe they needed a couple of lessons in self-control, but one would think that these students, as mutants, would be the people who knew how it felt to be stared at. How irritable it was, and how irate it made one feel. I started back at them, narrowing my eyes at some. I managed to freak some of them out, making them turn around. If coming off as a bitch was what I had to do then a bitch I would be. Someone whispered my name. I turned toward them.
"Here," a student to the right in front of me handed me a note. I took the note from him. My name was written on the cover in the feminine script I knew as Tess's. I hesitated to open it. Had she written her interview out? I looked up at her. She was turned around looking at me. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation for me to open it. I let out a tired sign and went back to the note. Another piece of paper fell out onto my desk. I left it there and continued with the first one. The first part of the note consisted of a two-sentence apology for not waking me up (she did not think I was going to be so late). Then there was a paragraph about her being worried about my bleeding, and my passing out. Blah. Blah. I skimmed over it.
'Jubilee asked Bobby about John and I know about everything. What I don't know is why you turned him down! I would be so mad at you if you hadn't of passed out yesterday. Maybe that affected your judgment or whatever. I really thought you liked John. I even wrote a note (look at it). I forgot to give it to you before. Look, here's a warning. I think Bobby's mad or something. I don't know why exactly. Stay away from him for a while.
~Tess
P.S. Who WILL Sam and I double date with now?? Huh? Huh?'
I rolled my eyes. I hope I had not traumatically changed her life with her not being able to double date. I folded the note back up, and picked up the second one, the one she had previously forgotten to give to me, and opened it. I stared at what was written. Okay maybe she had really had high hopes about John and I being to together, but this… this was disturbing.
'St. John & Marie Allerdyce. Mrs. Marie Allerdyce. Mrs. John Allerdyce. Mrs. St. John Allerdyce. John and Marie Allerdyce. Pyro and Rogue. St. Marie Allerdyce. John and Marie.'
I could not believe she had wasted her time writing this. There was a whole page of this. The entire page was full of… it. And how had she assumed that John and I would be getting married? I placed the paper face down on the desk. I would not be surprised if she had one titled Mrs. Tess Guthrie. I wondered if she had planned the wedding or decided our children's names, also. I looked up at Tess, who had turned around already. I really wished she had not given me this note. The notes crushed under the pressure in my hand.
I turned to look at John. He and Bobby were talking. I noticed that they were color coordinated today in a red and ice blue shirt. It looked like an intense conversation. I watched as John repeatedly shook his head in disagreement to whatever Bobby was telling or asking him. Whatever it was, Bobby was not giving up. He turned around and glanced at me. When he saw I was looking, his glance turned into a glare. He turned back to John. What did that mean? Had they been talking about me? Bobby said something else and John looked at me and then back at Bobby and replied. When John and I had talked yesterday, I had not expected this type of reaction. I had not expected him to be completely blithe about it, but I did not have being shunned in mind.
I watched as the students filed out of the room, which discouraged them from watching me. After they had all left, I picked up my things and walked to Scott's desk. I stood in front of him for a second thinking of what I needed to say. He looked up from his desk. Damn glasses, I could not tell what he was thinking.
"Yesterday… sorry about last night and whatever Logan might have said to you," I proclaimed. He sat up in his chair.
"I don't know why he would accuse you of doing something like that- if he did," I said.
"It's okay, and you don't need to apologize for him. You shouldn't," Scott answered. I stared at the crumbled paper in my hand, and nodded.
"What was wrong last night?" he asked.
"I hadn't eaten all day," I answered, looking up.
"And you passed out?" he questioned. I stared at him blankly? He did not buy my excuse? He had to. I did not have another.
"Rogue?" he called. I blinked. Why could he not have just said: 'Bye. Have a nice day!'? Then again, I had been the one who came up here and made myself susceptible to questions.
"… Yes?" I responded.
"What happened?" he asked. I tried to think of something to say as quickly as I could. I had not expected this at all. Why could he not be as naïve as everyone else in this school?
The bell for the next class rang. Saved by the bell. I shrugged.
"I don't really know why I passed out," I lied. I said goodbye, and turned around. It took a lot of self-control to keep myself from running as fast as I could out of that room, but I did not want Scott to be even more suspicious than he already was. I silently cursed myself for having even stayed after. I tossed Tess's notes in the trash can as I walked out the door and looked over my shoulder at Scott as I rounded the corner to see him staring after me.
So I was late to Jean's class. She was not in a good mood. I could tell as soon as I walked into the classroom. She glared up at me as I walked to my seat. I really did not want to deal with her or have her chew me out for whatever reason she was mad.
"Why are you late?" she asked me. The students took this as an opportunity to stare. I decided to ignore them for now.
"I stayed after class," I answered. She obviously did not like that answer. She narrowed her eyes and gave me one of her death glowers.
"Why?" she asked. No one else was talking.
"So I could talk to Mr. Summers," I answered, remembering not to call him Scott.
"Yes, obviously, Rogue," she responded rudely. What we had talked about was really none of her business.
"Stay after class," she said. Stay after class for being late? Why? So she could give me another lecture about how inappropriate it was for Scott and I to be friends. She was obviously satisfied because she did not say anything else. Kitty and Jubilee were sitting in front of me, and turned around.
"Rogue, what happened last night? Are you like going through a break down?" Jubilee asked.
"You should really eat breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day," Kitty added.
"Okay, thank you," I said.
"I heard about the John thing," Jubilee started.
"Oh my gawd. Rogue, why? You two could have been, like, so perfecto!" Kitty exclaimed, a little two loudly. Jean looked up. They both turned around quickly. She narrowed her eyes and went back to her previous activity. They turned back around.
"Why did you turn him down, Rogue? Tess was really looking forward to double dating with you two," Jubilee proclaimed.
"I think you, like, broke her heart or something," Kitty added, shaking her head. "This is why you should always eat breakfast."
"Forget Tess's heart! What about John's? You could have had him so whipped! I swear. He was a good piece of meat," Jubilee proclaimed. A whipped piece of meat? I guess Tess was not the only one disappointed in my turning John down. Okay, this was also a reaction I had not been expected nor thought about.
"So does this mean Scott's mine or not!" Kitty said suddenly. I was taken aback by her abrupt aggressiveness. I was silenced by shock for a second.
"I still have his glasses, and I can tell you right now he's not getting them back," she added. "Not that he's showed any signs of wanting them back."
"She wears them everyday in the room," Jubilee informed me. Had I wanted to hear that?
"I should have got a pair of boxers, too," Kitty stated. Too much information. It reminded me of Tess and Logan's boxers. Tess had never given them back to him and still wore them. It was highly dubious that she had bothered to wash them.
"Gawd, I need a boyfriend," Jubilee said, changing the subject and turning around. I was not sure under which topic they had brought up that fell under.
"So is he? Is he, like, mine now?" Kitty asked. I nodded. All hers to play with- in her mind. She turned around, grinning wildly now.
"Finally!" she said. Jean looked up inquisitively.
"Shut up," Jubilee demanded.
"You're just jealous," Kitty replied, her grin faded now.
"Of what? Your stupid little fantasies?" Jubilee asked, rolling her eyes.
"Like, whatever," Kitty retorted. Nice come back. Something caught my eye and I turned around to see Bobby getting up from his seat. I looked at Jean. She was too busy to notice. I turned back to Bobby to see him walking towards me. He was giving me a hard stare. What did he want? I hoped it had nothing to do with John. Bobby pulled the chair out from next to me and sat down.
"If what happened last night had anything to do with John, you should know you brought it on yourself," he started, "I don't know if you were playing with him so you could get back at me for dating Tess, but you shouldn't have done it. I don't know what you were thinking, but you obviously didn't know what you were getting yourself into. I'd recommend that you don't do it again. Not to anyone, not to John, not that you'll get another chance, and especially not to someone who has- something you wouldn't know about- friends."
He pushed his chair out, just as the bell dismissed the class, and left. Had he just threaten and tried to insult me? Playing? I had not been playing with John. Had I? Getting myself into? Trying to get back at Bobby? For dating Tess?! Did he really think he played that big of a role in my life? Narcissistic, conceited… hypocrite. Was he really one to accuse me of playing with someone? And a personal threat. What they hell was he implying? That he was going to beat me up? And his last comment: 'something you wouldn't know about- friends.' Was I supposed to be heart broken? It was obvious that what was common and normal to him was obviously the way things had to be. Maybe the word loner scared him, intimidated him or freaked him out, but it obviously was not what was usual to him. That had not been an insult at all, but what had been was his coming over to censure me over something that had nothing to do with him. And why the hell had everyone and anyone been giving me his or her damn opinions?
They all gathered their things and rushed out of the room. I just about did the same, but remember Jean had condemned me with the displeasure of having to stay after class. I turned and watched as they all left the classroom, and turned back to see Jean standing in front of my desk. I jumped back in my chair, startled. She was staring me right in the eye, and cleavage was all but hanging out. It exceedingly disturbing because it stirred up some the old desires I had absorbed form touching Logan. I desperately tried thinking of something else. What did she want with me now? More punishment? I shuddered. Thinking of punishments had not helped any.
"There's a new student," she started. "He claims to have met you before, so you can show him around the school."
I had no idea who this student could be. I had to show him around? Oh joy.
"Who is it?" I asked. She motioned to the door, turned around and strutted back to her desk. I looked over my shoulder to see a boy walking towards me. He grinned when I turned around. Bloody fucking hell. I turned back around. I had to be seeing things. Maybe I had not looked correctly because I obviously had not seen correctly.
"Miss me?" he asked, standing next to my desk. I knew ignoring the problem would not help, but it was worth a try. I pushed my chair out, picked up my books and stood up. I think he thought I wanted to hug him because he stepped closer to me.
"I have to go to library, sorry I'll have to show you around later," I told him, starting to leave. Or never.
"You should show him around, Rogue," Jean said from her desk, grinning like the evil bitch she was. I stopped in my tracks. The tone of her voice… Had she been in my head? Had she used her ESP? I thought she had a strict moral code to follow on using her telepathy. I turned.
"What about the books?" I asked, sternly. Maybe she had forgotten.
"You've done enough. It would actually be a good idea to socialize, especially with someone you know, instead spending your time alone, as you usually do," like she gave a damn. Her sudden interest in my personal life was all but credible. I narrowed my eyes. What the hell was she doing? She had no right to be doing whatever it was.
"What about Tess?" I asked. Tess could not finish all those books by herself.
"I'll inform her. You can show Ben around," Jean replied, smiling with feigned enthusiasm. Could I hate her any more? I shoved my chair in the desk, and started walking towards the door. Bitch. And I hoped she had caught that.
"Where are we going?" Ben asked, as we walked towards the door. "Your room?"
I rolled my eyes. He wished. It seemed he had not changed at all from… three days ago.
"You're twenty-three," I stated. That enough said. What the hell was a twenty-three year old doing here anyway? I knew he was not teaching. How many times had he flunked kindergarten?
"No, I'm seventeen. My fake I.D. says I'm twenty-three," he corrected. So he had lied? Another liar? And this liar had actually taken up on the other liar's notice and came here. Could things get any worse. And what was I supposed to do with him. I stepped out the classroom first and almost walked into Logan. I looked up into his face.
"Hi," I said, he looked pass me at Ben.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he growled.
"Nothing," Ben answered. I rolled my eyes. What kind of an answer was that?
"He's a new student. I have to show him around," I answered. If Logan wanted to kill Ben he could do it later.
"Logan, you wasting our time. Threaten him or something, so I can get this over with," I said. "Come on, Ben."
Ben used me as a guard, placing me between himself and Logan as we walked pass him and out of the classroom. I did not very much appreciate it. Lucky him, he had escaped with his life. I do not know why Logan did not pursue us. Maybe he had caught sight of Jean's cleavage.
"I forgot about him," Ben said, still looking a little frightened and holding onto my arm. Well, Logan had not forgotten about him. I tried to shake him off. I did not want to get back into this routine of his grabbing me whenever he felt.
"Yeah, okay," I replied, trying to pull my arm away unsuccessfully.
"Got a boyfriend?" Ben asked, ignoring my attempts to free my arm.
"No, let go of my arm," I answered.
"Good," he answered. Good? What did he think he would automatically fill the spot?
"Hold my books," I told him in an attempt to get him to free my arm. I passed them to him hoping he would let me got to take them, but he only used one hand to receive them. Damn.
"Let go of my arm," I repeated.
"Where are we going?" Ben asked, sliding his hand down my arm to my hand.
"Come on, Ben, let go of my hand," I repeated, glaring up at him.
"Show me your room first," he ordered. I tried just yanking my hand away. Did not work. What was his mutation? Superhuman strength?
"What's your mutation?" I inquired.
"I don't know exactly. I can make some kind of force field," he answered. Okay, so maybe he just worked out. I could not think of another way to free myself, so I succumbed to his demands and showed him upstairs to my room. At least I did not have to carry my books.
"Those were the stairs and this is the hallway," I said dryly, looking around to make sure no one was around to see Ben holding my hand.
"Where would I be without your help," Ben replied sarcastically.
"You want me to show you around then not?" I asked, irately.
"Yeah," he answered, staring at me. His eyes dropped to my lips for a second.
"Then keep your comments to yourself," I instructed. He nodded. I had expected him to say something sarcastic, not nod like a child. Was that what Jubilee had meant by a good piece of whipped meat? I smiled to myself.
"Why do you wear so many clothes?" he asked, looking me up and down.
"My mutation," I answered.
"What's it?" he asked curiously.
"I have the ability to absorb a person's memories and abilities, leaving the victim unconscious until the transfer wears off," I stated, reciting the Professor Xavier version of my mutation like it had come from a dictionary.
"But you can control it," he stated.
"Only recently," I answered.
"Oh," he said, "…So you don't have a better wardrobe?"
"Shut up," I demanded angrily. There was nothing wrong with my wardrobe. I quickly looked down at what I was wearing, and then glared at him.
"Do you have anything that's not black?" he asked. I shrugged, turning away. If I did, I had not bothered to dig it out the back of the closet or wear it. Plus, I think I was allergic to bright colors.
"So if you only just recently learned to control your powers, does that mean I was the first person you've kissed?" he asked, getting cocky again.
"No," I answered simply.
"Are you lying?" he asked.
"No, I'm not," I answered, annoyed.
"I think you are," he answered.
"I don't care. This is my room now let me go," I said stopping. He released me hand. I grabbed my books from him, and turned to punch in the code. I made sure to close the door right behind me, when I stepped in. I did not want him to think he was invited at anytime. I looked around the room. There were no signs that Tess had been here.
"Dude, are you ditching me?" he asked, yelling through the door.
"Like yeah dude," I yelled, answering him mockingly. Maybe I could hook him up with Kitty, but did she really deserve that kind of punishment? I put my stuff up and walked back to the door and stepped out, closing the door behind me. I could not ditch him. Not yet. I had nothing better to do and basically no choice.
"What's your room number?" I asked.
"Forty," he answered.
"What?" I asked shocked.
"Four-T," he repeated.
"Damn," I mumbled. I looked down the empty hall. That was one room across the hall from room number thirty-eight- John and Bobby's room. I looked up at him.
"What?" he asked curiously.
"Nothing," I uttered. Why did I have to be the one put in this position? I started for his room hoping neither Bobby nor John were anywhere near theirs. He followed me down the hall, catching up with me and placing his arm around my shoulder. I glared up at him and pushed his arm off my shoulder. Yeah I was stuck with him. Could I hate this place anymore?
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