No home internet- I apologize profusely.
Meth increases sexual desire- nuff' said.
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Life was getting kinda' crazy. Wake up, snort a line, go to school, go home, ice, danger room session, ice, homework, ice, sleep. I didn't really eat meals anymore, I wasn't ever hungry; I didn't sleep much either. I would stay up for nights at a time- vaguely aware that I had heard somewhere that 72 sleepless hours gives you brain damage (A/N: true!), but I didn't care. There were moments when I perhaps lost a little bit of control. There were times when I slipped a bit- but no one caught on.
My main problem was my mood. I couldn't seem to control it. One moment I was giddy, and the next I felt ready to snap someone's neck. I had always been so good at hiding emotions, but suddenly it was nearly impossible. I was introverted and extroverted in turns, nothing was static; everything was in constant motion. I was living my life in fast- forward. Somehow I thought that no one would notice though- I was wrong.
When the Professor called me into his office one day I expected him to say things like 'Bobby is needing some Trigonometry help again, Jean' or 'Could you help Jubilee with Chemistry?' I wasn't expecting to hear: "Jean, I've noticed some sever mental turbulence lately and I was wondering if you'd like to tell me what's happening."
"N-Nothing, Professor, school has just been a little hard lately, that's all."
"I understand that, but that doesn't account for your recent sudden changes in mood. Also, are you sleeping well? Logan said he had seen you wandering the halls at night at least three times this past week."
"I've been pulling some late-night studying this week, but I can sleep fine." I found myself wondering I'd slept two nights in a row was.
The Professor knotted his brows, but stayed silent for a moment. "Very well, Jean, I won't push you to say anymore, but if anything is going on I would strongly encourage you to tell me. I'm here to help you."
"I know, Professor, thank you." I smiled and left, feeling like my skin was crawling.
I had just gotten into my room when I heard a knock. "Jean? It's Ororo, may I talk to you?"
I sighed heavily, and glanced at my closet where I had some glass that was calling to me. "Come in."
Ororo came in and shut the door behind her. She sat down at my desk and looked at me seriously. "Jean, I've noticed a sharp decline in your appetite lately, is anything the matter?"
I shook my head, "no, not really, I've just been having larger lunches. You know, it's better to have a smaller dinner, anyway." (A/N: indeed it is! BIG breakfast, medium lunch and small dinner is the way our bodies are built to digest food properly)
"Jean, I know that a lot of pressure is put on girls these days to look a certain way, but you're beautiful just the way you are. You are a naturally small girl to begin with, you don't need to lose anymore weight."
It took all my willpower not to burst out laughing. "Thank you, Ororo, and I know. Don't worry I'm not on any kind of diet right now."
"Alright, but you can always talk to me, Jean."
I smiled and nodded, Ororo hugged me and walked out, closing the door quietly behind her.
I went immediately to my closet and pulled out what was needed. I sat down at my desk, and poured a neat line of ice onto the mirror. I grabbed my straw, leaned over and took in a deep breath. I grinned and leaned back in my seat waiting for it to hit me.
When it did hit I heard * another * knock at the door- it was Scott. I grinned and walked over to him, pulling him inside and closing and locking the door behind us. "Jean, wha-?" I pulled him close to me and pressed my lips forcefully over his. He kissed me back for a moment, and then held me away from him. "Jean?"
"Shh." I placed my finger over his lips and pushed him further into my room and then onto my bed. I jumped on top of him and kissed him again, I tried to use a little tongue- but he kept his lips resolutely closed. (A/N: such a good little boy)
He grabbed my shoulders and held me away from him. "Jean what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
I licked my lips seductively and used my telekinesis to move his arms lower down my torso and then I lowered myself back on top of him. I ran my fingers through his hair and again attempted to part his lips with my tongue- he didn't budge. "Relax, Scott, I know you want this to." I tapped my skull with a forefinger, indicating that my telepathy was telling me this, and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Scott stiffened then pushed me off him, and leapt off the bed as if it were covered with snakes. "Jean, you're obviously not in your right mind." He went out slamming the door behind him.
I narrowed my eyes, "how dare he refuse me!" I exclaimed and went over to my desk- my desk! My thoughts collected themselves long enough to realize that Scott had probably seen enough to find out about my little secret. Then I thought that he had probably been too distracted to notice and relaxed, snorting another line.
Suddenly Logan burst in. "One Eye says there's something- What in the hell are you doing?!" Logan grabbed my wrist and pulled me up; examining what I was doing.
"Hey!" I threw him back against the wall. "That's none of your business!"
"Red, if you're hurting yourself, you make it my business." He grabbed it with his hand and sniffed it. "If this is what I think it is, you're lucky I found out now."
"No!" I felt anger rise up in me and threw him against the wall again. "You have no right to take that away from me! I need it!"
"No, you don't."
Just then Scott came back in, "Jean! Stop!" He grabbed me by the shoulders, and turned to Logan. "The Professor is on his way!" He saw what Logan was holding and looked back at me- pity in his eyes. "Jean, what have you been doing to yourself?"
"It's not what you think, Scott!"
Suddenly anger entered Scott's eyes. "So this why? This-"he suddenly had the small packet in his hand. "- is the only reason why you were interested in me?!"
"Stop it!" I yelled and flung both Logan and Scott out of my room. As soon as that was done I felt a sort of mental wall enter my brain. "Professor!"
"Yes, Jean, now let us help you."
"I don't need help!"
"Don't make me use force." He said, but he already had. My vision dimmed and when I came to I was in the medical wing.
"What- what happened?"
The Professor smiled and laid his hand on top of mine. "We brought you down here. Hank put you under till the drugs were completely out of your system- it took awhile." I looked away from him, ashamed. "Jean, I apologize for driving you to this."
"Professor, you didn't-"
"Yes. I did. I should have realized that the pressure put on you would be too much for you to handle. You are a remarkable, talented young woman, Jean, but no one can be perfect." I smiled in relief.
Scott entered then, with a bouquet of roses. The Professor smiled at him, and then back at me. "Scott has barely ever left your side these past few days."
Scott blushed and set the roses by my bed. "Hey, Jean."
"Professor, may we have a moment?" The Professor smiled and left. I turned to Scott, and laid my hand on top of his. He smiled, and covered mine with his other hand. "I'd like to apologize, Scott. I don't remember much, but what I do remember, is- I'd just like to say I'm sorry, and I'd like to thank you."
"For what, Jean?" Scott's eyes were full of concern.
"You kept your head, and refused to take advantage of the situation- of me."
"Jean, I would never do that."
"I know, Scott, but still, thank you. You're the only person I know who would have done what you did for me. That means more than you can ever know." (A/N: my brain is working furiously to think of how to end this w/out senseless and annoying JOTT babble.)
Scott leaned over and gently kissed my forehead. "I'm always here for you, Jean. No matter what, you can count on me." I smiled at him, and closed my eyes, as I felt sleep drift over me I knew everything was going to be alright. It wouldn't be easy, but I knew that I was finally free of ice, and I always would be.
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THE END
That was really long, but it couldn't really be divided into two chapters, so I decided to just keep it in its entirety. Thank you to everyone who read this (especially to those who reviewed). I have to say that I like Jean a bit more after doing this (gasp)- also I would like to clarify something: I have no problem with the Jean from the comics, or the Jean from the movies- the Jean incarnation I do have problems with is Evo Jean, who annoys me to no end. I am the bane of Evo Jean, die Evo Jean, die!! Mwehehehe ^^ And, again the moral is about to be shoved down your throat: don't do meth!
Cherry-choco-cheesecake: great name!! Mwehehehe, I know, aren't I evil? (the horns? they're just there to hold up the halo, honestly ^^)
Sevish: oo idea shop!!! Fun fun fun! I like it! I would totally love to do that. I'm all excited now ^^
Anni: I only have two words for you: adamantium twist
DarkJadedRose: thank you so much! I'm blushing ^^. I totally love your stuff too, btw!! It is hard to write about stuff that I haven't experienced really at all, though, so I hope I've done a good, or at least okay job of writing about methamphetamines.
Rogue14: what d'ya think?
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Life was getting kinda' crazy. Wake up, snort a line, go to school, go home, ice, danger room session, ice, homework, ice, sleep. I didn't really eat meals anymore, I wasn't ever hungry; I didn't sleep much either. I would stay up for nights at a time- vaguely aware that I had heard somewhere that 72 sleepless hours gives you brain damage (A/N: true!), but I didn't care. There were moments when I perhaps lost a little bit of control. There were times when I slipped a bit- but no one caught on.
My main problem was my mood. I couldn't seem to control it. One moment I was giddy, and the next I felt ready to snap someone's neck. I had always been so good at hiding emotions, but suddenly it was nearly impossible. I was introverted and extroverted in turns, nothing was static; everything was in constant motion. I was living my life in fast- forward. Somehow I thought that no one would notice though- I was wrong.
When the Professor called me into his office one day I expected him to say things like 'Bobby is needing some Trigonometry help again, Jean' or 'Could you help Jubilee with Chemistry?' I wasn't expecting to hear: "Jean, I've noticed some sever mental turbulence lately and I was wondering if you'd like to tell me what's happening."
"N-Nothing, Professor, school has just been a little hard lately, that's all."
"I understand that, but that doesn't account for your recent sudden changes in mood. Also, are you sleeping well? Logan said he had seen you wandering the halls at night at least three times this past week."
"I've been pulling some late-night studying this week, but I can sleep fine." I found myself wondering I'd slept two nights in a row was.
The Professor knotted his brows, but stayed silent for a moment. "Very well, Jean, I won't push you to say anymore, but if anything is going on I would strongly encourage you to tell me. I'm here to help you."
"I know, Professor, thank you." I smiled and left, feeling like my skin was crawling.
I had just gotten into my room when I heard a knock. "Jean? It's Ororo, may I talk to you?"
I sighed heavily, and glanced at my closet where I had some glass that was calling to me. "Come in."
Ororo came in and shut the door behind her. She sat down at my desk and looked at me seriously. "Jean, I've noticed a sharp decline in your appetite lately, is anything the matter?"
I shook my head, "no, not really, I've just been having larger lunches. You know, it's better to have a smaller dinner, anyway." (A/N: indeed it is! BIG breakfast, medium lunch and small dinner is the way our bodies are built to digest food properly)
"Jean, I know that a lot of pressure is put on girls these days to look a certain way, but you're beautiful just the way you are. You are a naturally small girl to begin with, you don't need to lose anymore weight."
It took all my willpower not to burst out laughing. "Thank you, Ororo, and I know. Don't worry I'm not on any kind of diet right now."
"Alright, but you can always talk to me, Jean."
I smiled and nodded, Ororo hugged me and walked out, closing the door quietly behind her.
I went immediately to my closet and pulled out what was needed. I sat down at my desk, and poured a neat line of ice onto the mirror. I grabbed my straw, leaned over and took in a deep breath. I grinned and leaned back in my seat waiting for it to hit me.
When it did hit I heard * another * knock at the door- it was Scott. I grinned and walked over to him, pulling him inside and closing and locking the door behind us. "Jean, wha-?" I pulled him close to me and pressed my lips forcefully over his. He kissed me back for a moment, and then held me away from him. "Jean?"
"Shh." I placed my finger over his lips and pushed him further into my room and then onto my bed. I jumped on top of him and kissed him again, I tried to use a little tongue- but he kept his lips resolutely closed. (A/N: such a good little boy)
He grabbed my shoulders and held me away from him. "Jean what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
I licked my lips seductively and used my telekinesis to move his arms lower down my torso and then I lowered myself back on top of him. I ran my fingers through his hair and again attempted to part his lips with my tongue- he didn't budge. "Relax, Scott, I know you want this to." I tapped my skull with a forefinger, indicating that my telepathy was telling me this, and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Scott stiffened then pushed me off him, and leapt off the bed as if it were covered with snakes. "Jean, you're obviously not in your right mind." He went out slamming the door behind him.
I narrowed my eyes, "how dare he refuse me!" I exclaimed and went over to my desk- my desk! My thoughts collected themselves long enough to realize that Scott had probably seen enough to find out about my little secret. Then I thought that he had probably been too distracted to notice and relaxed, snorting another line.
Suddenly Logan burst in. "One Eye says there's something- What in the hell are you doing?!" Logan grabbed my wrist and pulled me up; examining what I was doing.
"Hey!" I threw him back against the wall. "That's none of your business!"
"Red, if you're hurting yourself, you make it my business." He grabbed it with his hand and sniffed it. "If this is what I think it is, you're lucky I found out now."
"No!" I felt anger rise up in me and threw him against the wall again. "You have no right to take that away from me! I need it!"
"No, you don't."
Just then Scott came back in, "Jean! Stop!" He grabbed me by the shoulders, and turned to Logan. "The Professor is on his way!" He saw what Logan was holding and looked back at me- pity in his eyes. "Jean, what have you been doing to yourself?"
"It's not what you think, Scott!"
Suddenly anger entered Scott's eyes. "So this why? This-"he suddenly had the small packet in his hand. "- is the only reason why you were interested in me?!"
"Stop it!" I yelled and flung both Logan and Scott out of my room. As soon as that was done I felt a sort of mental wall enter my brain. "Professor!"
"Yes, Jean, now let us help you."
"I don't need help!"
"Don't make me use force." He said, but he already had. My vision dimmed and when I came to I was in the medical wing.
"What- what happened?"
The Professor smiled and laid his hand on top of mine. "We brought you down here. Hank put you under till the drugs were completely out of your system- it took awhile." I looked away from him, ashamed. "Jean, I apologize for driving you to this."
"Professor, you didn't-"
"Yes. I did. I should have realized that the pressure put on you would be too much for you to handle. You are a remarkable, talented young woman, Jean, but no one can be perfect." I smiled in relief.
Scott entered then, with a bouquet of roses. The Professor smiled at him, and then back at me. "Scott has barely ever left your side these past few days."
Scott blushed and set the roses by my bed. "Hey, Jean."
"Professor, may we have a moment?" The Professor smiled and left. I turned to Scott, and laid my hand on top of his. He smiled, and covered mine with his other hand. "I'd like to apologize, Scott. I don't remember much, but what I do remember, is- I'd just like to say I'm sorry, and I'd like to thank you."
"For what, Jean?" Scott's eyes were full of concern.
"You kept your head, and refused to take advantage of the situation- of me."
"Jean, I would never do that."
"I know, Scott, but still, thank you. You're the only person I know who would have done what you did for me. That means more than you can ever know." (A/N: my brain is working furiously to think of how to end this w/out senseless and annoying JOTT babble.)
Scott leaned over and gently kissed my forehead. "I'm always here for you, Jean. No matter what, you can count on me." I smiled at him, and closed my eyes, as I felt sleep drift over me I knew everything was going to be alright. It wouldn't be easy, but I knew that I was finally free of ice, and I always would be.
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THE END
That was really long, but it couldn't really be divided into two chapters, so I decided to just keep it in its entirety. Thank you to everyone who read this (especially to those who reviewed). I have to say that I like Jean a bit more after doing this (gasp)- also I would like to clarify something: I have no problem with the Jean from the comics, or the Jean from the movies- the Jean incarnation I do have problems with is Evo Jean, who annoys me to no end. I am the bane of Evo Jean, die Evo Jean, die!! Mwehehehe ^^ And, again the moral is about to be shoved down your throat: don't do meth!
Cherry-choco-cheesecake: great name!! Mwehehehe, I know, aren't I evil? (the horns? they're just there to hold up the halo, honestly ^^)
Sevish: oo idea shop!!! Fun fun fun! I like it! I would totally love to do that. I'm all excited now ^^
Anni: I only have two words for you: adamantium twist
DarkJadedRose: thank you so much! I'm blushing ^^. I totally love your stuff too, btw!! It is hard to write about stuff that I haven't experienced really at all, though, so I hope I've done a good, or at least okay job of writing about methamphetamines.
Rogue14: what d'ya think?