Generation X
Chapter 4
"Hey, Summers," Isabella called, chasing after him.
He turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, you asked anyone to the prom, yet?"
"No, I was gonna ask Rogue, though, but she'd say-"
"She'd say yes, now go ask her, now!"
Scott looked a little taken aback.
"If you don't, someone else will, and you won't have a date to prom."
"All right."
She smiled, as he walked away, and he saw Rogue. He walked toward her and Isabella grinned.
"Am I good or what?" she said to herself.
"I dunno. I think you're pretty good."
Isabella turned around, saw who it was, and smiled.
"Hey Chris."
He pulled her to him and kissed her.
"Are you ever going to answer me directly?"
"Nope, but I will say yes to the last question."
"Wait, no you won't answer me directly, or yes you will?"
"No, I will not answer you directly, yes I will go to prom with you."
He laughed at her.
"That's why I love you."
He kissed her again.
"Why is that?"
"You are so, independent and spontaneous, and unpredictable, and. I don't know there's just something about you that makes me want to hold you and never let go."
Isabella laughed.
"I don't know, either."
Dark clouds crossed the sky, and rain poured down. Everyone ran to the doors, and Chris began to pull Isabella, who grinned. The music still played over the speakers.
"What are you doing, Isabella?"
"C'mon, Suga, dance with me."
"What?"
"Right here, in the Quad, in the rain."
He shook his head, smiling, and let her pull him into the middle of the Quad and he let her pull him around in the rain. The bell rang, ending lunch, and they went inside, soaking wet, and laughing. Scott, Rogue, Jean, and Kurt walked up to them.
"What were you doing out there?" demanded Jean.
Isabella saluted her and kept walking. Scott shook his head, Kurt laughed, and Rogue watched after her, a smile flitting across her face. No one before her had questioned the princess, much less ignored her.
"I wonder what they were doing," said Kurt.
"Dancing," said Rogue.
"What?" said Scott, looking at the Goth standing next to him.
"Didn't you see them? She got him to dance in the rain with her. I, personally, think she's crazy."
"I know she is," grumbled Jean.
"I think something happened in her past, that scarred her, forever," said Amara, coming up behind the four of them.
Jean snorted.
"Ha! Doubt it! She was SO sheltered! She doesn't know was a scar is," said Jean, facing them.
"How do you know? I think she's seen and done more than you think," said Rogue, turning to head to class.
That afternoon, back at the Institute, they had a session.
"Rogue, look out!" called Kitty.
The floating machine faced Rogue. Isabella flew toward her, and picked her up be her arms, just in time to dodge the orange paintball.
"Thanks, Isabella," said Rogue.
"No prob, let's keep going!" Spyke! Heads up!"
Spyke dodged the paintball, as one went through Kitty, and got Bobby. Isabella picked him up over her shoulder, and they kept going. Isabella was bringing up the rear with Bobby. She floated up a few feet, and was about to step onto the platform when the buzzer rang.
"Times up," came Logan's voice.
"What? We were all there!" complained Isabella.
"No one pushed the button."
"Well why the Hell not?"
"Who was standing next to it?" asked Scott.
"Isabella wasn't on the platform," said Jean.
"But both Bobby and I were there!" said Isabella.
"But you weren't on the platform!"
"JEAN! WE WERE TOLD TO BE THERE! NOT SPECIFICALLY TO BE ON THE PLATFORM, YOU SHOULD HAVE PUSHED THE DAMN BUTTON!"
Isabella turned on her heel and stormed off, she went up into her room, and turned on her music, got into the shower, then went back to her room, got dressed, then did her homework. There was a knock on her door.
"Isabella?" said Rogue through the door.
"Come on in, Rogue."
Rogue came in.
"Are you all right? You and Jean have been goin' at it more than usual."
"She's just being a pain in the ass, well, in my ass. I'm leaving later this summer, I've got other places to be."
"Like where?"
"I don't know. Anywhere. I'm thinking about going back to NYC, find Misty, chill there, maybe go back for my last year of high school, then go to college. I might just see if I can stay with some friends of mine, finish school, then leave, I just don't know. Jean has driven me to the extreme, and I can't take it. Did Scott ask you to prom?"
"No, he didn't get a chance, the princess intercepted him, and she got him to ask her."
Isabella shrugged.
"Oh well, everything happens for a reason."
"You think so?"
"I know so. I think that Remy guy wants to ask you. Did you see? They're shackin' up with us again."
Rogue laughed.
"I doubt it, and plus, I can't touch 'im anyway."
"So? He knows that. You need to let loose once in a while."
"Whatever."
There was another knock on her door.
"Come in."
Ororro entered the room, she looked at Rogue, who nodded and left.
"Are you all right, Isabella? You and Jean have been going at it a lot more than usual," said the weather witch.
"I don't know, she's just being a pain. I'm leaving as soon as I can fall without floating twenty feet in the air, and I can hug people gently. She was here first, I'll leave as soon as I can."
"But, why? We want you to be a part of the X-men."
"And I want to be a part of it, too, but I can't, not with Jean here. My sister and I got along fine until she supposedly died, then turned up alive. Things like that kinda put a damper on a relationship."
Ororro nodded.
"She is threatened by you. You have come here, disrupted her world, become friends with her friends, and you are different than her. You don't care about anything, you don't mind being what you are. I believe, that Jean wishes to be normal, even though she will not admit it. You came in here, and told Scott to ask Rogue to be his girlfriend, and you took him to Yale. She feels that you are trying to take over her life."
Isabella laughed, hollowly.
"I don't want to be her, I'm fine being me, thanks. I really don't want to be an uptight spinster at eighteen. I like being free from things, she's the kind of bird who puts herself in the cage and closes the door. I'm the kind no one can capture in the first place. She doesn't have to worry, I'll be out of her hair in no time."
Ororro nodded, bade her goodnight, and left the room. Isabella sat in the fading darkness of her room, and turned on her radio, then remembered something. She grabbed her personal notebook, and began jotting things down. The next day was Saturday, and Isabella slept in too long, there was a Logan Session in the Danger Room, and she was the last one to get up, as always. She ran down the stairs, tripped and tumbled down the stairs, landing at someone's feet. She looked up, and saw a tan blond looking down at her.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
He held out her hand, and she took his hand, and he helped her up.
"Up ya go."
"Thanks."
"So where are you headed to this early in the morning, and in such a total rush?"
"Erm. breakfast? If I don't hurry then no one will leave me any food."
She panicked, she couldn't tell him she was off the Danger Room that would cause some questions she couldn't answer, especially to a norm.
"This early on a Saturday? That reaks!"
Isabella nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I guess it does."
"Isabella!" she heard Scott shout.
"Hold on! There's a person here!" she shouted back as he came through the door where the elevator was hidden from the public eye.
The second he saw the guy who was talking to Isabella he pulled him into a hug. Isabella stared at him.
"Alex! Man, you weren't supposed to get here until this afternoon!"
"Earlier flight, dude!" said Alex.
Isabella looked from one to the other, confused.
"Oh! Alex, this is Isabella, the new girl."
Isabella stood up straight.
"Just call me Isabella, you can ignore the fact that I'm new," said Isabella.
Alex laughed.
"We're headed to the Danger Room, you can hang with the Professor until we're done," said Scott.
Alex looked at Isabella.
"You told me you were headed to breakfast," said Alex, suspiciously.
"You didn't tell me you were Alex," she retorted.
The three headed down, and Scott and Isabella entered the Danger Room
"Where have you been?" demanded Jean.
Isabella ignored her and walked to Kitty and Rogue.
"She ran into Alex and thought he was a norm," answered Scott.
"A 'norm'? You're using it, too!"
Isabella rolled her eyes.
"I overslept, then I ran into Scott's brother. I freaked and didn't know what to say."
Kitty giggled.
"I can't imagine you getting tongue tied."
Isabella laughed.
"It's early, it happens."
"I know how you feel," said Rogue. "Sometimes I get that way around Scott."
Isabella smiled sympathetically.
"It's okay, what's meant to be, will be."
The session began and ended, everyone was exhausted, as always. Scott and Alex went out, and Isabella went wandering around Bayville. The weekend ended, and the week went by faster than she had expected, and it was shortly Thursday afternoon.
"Isabella? What are you doing?" Chris asked her.
She looked up, not registering her surroundings, or Chris.
"What?"
She looked around, she was halfway through Bayville, going in the wrong direction. Chris was following her in his car, a worried expression on his face.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know."
"Get in the car, I'll take you home."
"'K."
She nodded, and got into his car, still confused, and oblivious.
"What's wrong, Isabella? You haven't been yourself all week, and you didn't even call me this weekend."
"Sorry, just got a few things goin on in muh head."
"Well, get them straightened out so I can have my Isabella back."
He pulled into the manor driveway, as she nodded and got out."
"Bye."
She kissed him, and got out of the car. She walked zombie- like into the manor, up the stairs and into her room, where she sat, with her music on, ignoring everyone who came to the door. Around eight, she walked out the front door and flew across the bay to Bayville, and walked around town, went to a movie, then went back to the manor. Logan stood in the front hallway when she entered.
"Late night?" he asked, making Isabella jump.
"It's only ten thirty, Jean's still doing homework."
"Not telling anyone where you were going isn't something we promote here."
"I went for a walk, I walked by the theatre and decided I wanted to see a movie. It was spontaneous, I didn't plan to see a movie, some things can't be planned."
"Well, try."
"I'm not Jean, I'm not perfect, and I don't plan to be, well, really, I don't plan at all."
He sighed and walked away, so she went to bed.
Chapter 4
"Hey, Summers," Isabella called, chasing after him.
He turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, you asked anyone to the prom, yet?"
"No, I was gonna ask Rogue, though, but she'd say-"
"She'd say yes, now go ask her, now!"
Scott looked a little taken aback.
"If you don't, someone else will, and you won't have a date to prom."
"All right."
She smiled, as he walked away, and he saw Rogue. He walked toward her and Isabella grinned.
"Am I good or what?" she said to herself.
"I dunno. I think you're pretty good."
Isabella turned around, saw who it was, and smiled.
"Hey Chris."
He pulled her to him and kissed her.
"Are you ever going to answer me directly?"
"Nope, but I will say yes to the last question."
"Wait, no you won't answer me directly, or yes you will?"
"No, I will not answer you directly, yes I will go to prom with you."
He laughed at her.
"That's why I love you."
He kissed her again.
"Why is that?"
"You are so, independent and spontaneous, and unpredictable, and. I don't know there's just something about you that makes me want to hold you and never let go."
Isabella laughed.
"I don't know, either."
Dark clouds crossed the sky, and rain poured down. Everyone ran to the doors, and Chris began to pull Isabella, who grinned. The music still played over the speakers.
"What are you doing, Isabella?"
"C'mon, Suga, dance with me."
"What?"
"Right here, in the Quad, in the rain."
He shook his head, smiling, and let her pull him into the middle of the Quad and he let her pull him around in the rain. The bell rang, ending lunch, and they went inside, soaking wet, and laughing. Scott, Rogue, Jean, and Kurt walked up to them.
"What were you doing out there?" demanded Jean.
Isabella saluted her and kept walking. Scott shook his head, Kurt laughed, and Rogue watched after her, a smile flitting across her face. No one before her had questioned the princess, much less ignored her.
"I wonder what they were doing," said Kurt.
"Dancing," said Rogue.
"What?" said Scott, looking at the Goth standing next to him.
"Didn't you see them? She got him to dance in the rain with her. I, personally, think she's crazy."
"I know she is," grumbled Jean.
"I think something happened in her past, that scarred her, forever," said Amara, coming up behind the four of them.
Jean snorted.
"Ha! Doubt it! She was SO sheltered! She doesn't know was a scar is," said Jean, facing them.
"How do you know? I think she's seen and done more than you think," said Rogue, turning to head to class.
That afternoon, back at the Institute, they had a session.
"Rogue, look out!" called Kitty.
The floating machine faced Rogue. Isabella flew toward her, and picked her up be her arms, just in time to dodge the orange paintball.
"Thanks, Isabella," said Rogue.
"No prob, let's keep going!" Spyke! Heads up!"
Spyke dodged the paintball, as one went through Kitty, and got Bobby. Isabella picked him up over her shoulder, and they kept going. Isabella was bringing up the rear with Bobby. She floated up a few feet, and was about to step onto the platform when the buzzer rang.
"Times up," came Logan's voice.
"What? We were all there!" complained Isabella.
"No one pushed the button."
"Well why the Hell not?"
"Who was standing next to it?" asked Scott.
"Isabella wasn't on the platform," said Jean.
"But both Bobby and I were there!" said Isabella.
"But you weren't on the platform!"
"JEAN! WE WERE TOLD TO BE THERE! NOT SPECIFICALLY TO BE ON THE PLATFORM, YOU SHOULD HAVE PUSHED THE DAMN BUTTON!"
Isabella turned on her heel and stormed off, she went up into her room, and turned on her music, got into the shower, then went back to her room, got dressed, then did her homework. There was a knock on her door.
"Isabella?" said Rogue through the door.
"Come on in, Rogue."
Rogue came in.
"Are you all right? You and Jean have been goin' at it more than usual."
"She's just being a pain in the ass, well, in my ass. I'm leaving later this summer, I've got other places to be."
"Like where?"
"I don't know. Anywhere. I'm thinking about going back to NYC, find Misty, chill there, maybe go back for my last year of high school, then go to college. I might just see if I can stay with some friends of mine, finish school, then leave, I just don't know. Jean has driven me to the extreme, and I can't take it. Did Scott ask you to prom?"
"No, he didn't get a chance, the princess intercepted him, and she got him to ask her."
Isabella shrugged.
"Oh well, everything happens for a reason."
"You think so?"
"I know so. I think that Remy guy wants to ask you. Did you see? They're shackin' up with us again."
Rogue laughed.
"I doubt it, and plus, I can't touch 'im anyway."
"So? He knows that. You need to let loose once in a while."
"Whatever."
There was another knock on her door.
"Come in."
Ororro entered the room, she looked at Rogue, who nodded and left.
"Are you all right, Isabella? You and Jean have been going at it a lot more than usual," said the weather witch.
"I don't know, she's just being a pain. I'm leaving as soon as I can fall without floating twenty feet in the air, and I can hug people gently. She was here first, I'll leave as soon as I can."
"But, why? We want you to be a part of the X-men."
"And I want to be a part of it, too, but I can't, not with Jean here. My sister and I got along fine until she supposedly died, then turned up alive. Things like that kinda put a damper on a relationship."
Ororro nodded.
"She is threatened by you. You have come here, disrupted her world, become friends with her friends, and you are different than her. You don't care about anything, you don't mind being what you are. I believe, that Jean wishes to be normal, even though she will not admit it. You came in here, and told Scott to ask Rogue to be his girlfriend, and you took him to Yale. She feels that you are trying to take over her life."
Isabella laughed, hollowly.
"I don't want to be her, I'm fine being me, thanks. I really don't want to be an uptight spinster at eighteen. I like being free from things, she's the kind of bird who puts herself in the cage and closes the door. I'm the kind no one can capture in the first place. She doesn't have to worry, I'll be out of her hair in no time."
Ororro nodded, bade her goodnight, and left the room. Isabella sat in the fading darkness of her room, and turned on her radio, then remembered something. She grabbed her personal notebook, and began jotting things down. The next day was Saturday, and Isabella slept in too long, there was a Logan Session in the Danger Room, and she was the last one to get up, as always. She ran down the stairs, tripped and tumbled down the stairs, landing at someone's feet. She looked up, and saw a tan blond looking down at her.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
He held out her hand, and she took his hand, and he helped her up.
"Up ya go."
"Thanks."
"So where are you headed to this early in the morning, and in such a total rush?"
"Erm. breakfast? If I don't hurry then no one will leave me any food."
She panicked, she couldn't tell him she was off the Danger Room that would cause some questions she couldn't answer, especially to a norm.
"This early on a Saturday? That reaks!"
Isabella nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I guess it does."
"Isabella!" she heard Scott shout.
"Hold on! There's a person here!" she shouted back as he came through the door where the elevator was hidden from the public eye.
The second he saw the guy who was talking to Isabella he pulled him into a hug. Isabella stared at him.
"Alex! Man, you weren't supposed to get here until this afternoon!"
"Earlier flight, dude!" said Alex.
Isabella looked from one to the other, confused.
"Oh! Alex, this is Isabella, the new girl."
Isabella stood up straight.
"Just call me Isabella, you can ignore the fact that I'm new," said Isabella.
Alex laughed.
"We're headed to the Danger Room, you can hang with the Professor until we're done," said Scott.
Alex looked at Isabella.
"You told me you were headed to breakfast," said Alex, suspiciously.
"You didn't tell me you were Alex," she retorted.
The three headed down, and Scott and Isabella entered the Danger Room
"Where have you been?" demanded Jean.
Isabella ignored her and walked to Kitty and Rogue.
"She ran into Alex and thought he was a norm," answered Scott.
"A 'norm'? You're using it, too!"
Isabella rolled her eyes.
"I overslept, then I ran into Scott's brother. I freaked and didn't know what to say."
Kitty giggled.
"I can't imagine you getting tongue tied."
Isabella laughed.
"It's early, it happens."
"I know how you feel," said Rogue. "Sometimes I get that way around Scott."
Isabella smiled sympathetically.
"It's okay, what's meant to be, will be."
The session began and ended, everyone was exhausted, as always. Scott and Alex went out, and Isabella went wandering around Bayville. The weekend ended, and the week went by faster than she had expected, and it was shortly Thursday afternoon.
"Isabella? What are you doing?" Chris asked her.
She looked up, not registering her surroundings, or Chris.
"What?"
She looked around, she was halfway through Bayville, going in the wrong direction. Chris was following her in his car, a worried expression on his face.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know."
"Get in the car, I'll take you home."
"'K."
She nodded, and got into his car, still confused, and oblivious.
"What's wrong, Isabella? You haven't been yourself all week, and you didn't even call me this weekend."
"Sorry, just got a few things goin on in muh head."
"Well, get them straightened out so I can have my Isabella back."
He pulled into the manor driveway, as she nodded and got out."
"Bye."
She kissed him, and got out of the car. She walked zombie- like into the manor, up the stairs and into her room, where she sat, with her music on, ignoring everyone who came to the door. Around eight, she walked out the front door and flew across the bay to Bayville, and walked around town, went to a movie, then went back to the manor. Logan stood in the front hallway when she entered.
"Late night?" he asked, making Isabella jump.
"It's only ten thirty, Jean's still doing homework."
"Not telling anyone where you were going isn't something we promote here."
"I went for a walk, I walked by the theatre and decided I wanted to see a movie. It was spontaneous, I didn't plan to see a movie, some things can't be planned."
"Well, try."
"I'm not Jean, I'm not perfect, and I don't plan to be, well, really, I don't plan at all."
He sighed and walked away, so she went to bed.