Evanescence Kicks Ass: YES! Thank you for the list of JONDA ficcies!
Unfortunately, I had already read all of them but one! And another yes, the
book is going to be a factor in Wanda rediscovering her powers. You're so
smart! *bounces around the fic* I'm trying to make the chapters really
long, but in most cases, my chapters are only three pages. This one's
chapters are at least five!!! OMIGOSH!!!
Taineyah: Here it is! Y'know what they should put in as an Ontario Highschool Course? This was Stuart's suggestion: Dominoes. Open, Workplace, College and University-bound! LMAO!! ACK! Catch it!!
Eva: You absolutely made my day! I'm glad you love this fic as much as I love writing it!
Persona the ITG: Wanda's getting her powers back soon, but there has to be a little more story before that happens. you don't mind, do you?
General information: RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! THE BUNNIES ARE COMING TO GET YOU!!!!
DISCLAIMER: I have a Gambit action figure! He sits on my speakers and amuses the hell outta me! HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I want a Pyro plushie! That would rock my socks. OH! Riiiiiiight... I don't own X-Men Evolution, or Simon Williams. He, too, is proporty of Marvel Comics, and if any of you can guess where he's from, I'll e-mail you a big hug!
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(NOTE: This chapter takes place a few weeks after the last. It's been rather repetitive for the Acolytes. Mission- Fight- Heal- Mission- Fight- Heal ect...)
John limped into his second period class, and already he was regretting it. What the hell was he thinking, going to Gym class when he could barely walk! The last job Magneto had sent them on had almost turned out to be a suicide mission for the Acolytes. Pyro in particular.
He had begun to think that Maggs was completely off his rocker. The Master of Magnetism had sent them to bust apart some organization called the Friends of Humanity. What Magneto DIDN'T tell them was that the FOH was ready for them! They fired guns at them, and a few well aimed bullets took Pyro's flame throwers out of comission.
Pyro wasn't nearly as agile or as strong as Gambit and Colossus respectively. He had a little more trouble avoiding death than they did. It wasn't until some idiot set fire to the warehouse did Pyro have any form of advantage.
They were to be playing tackle football. John was NOT looking forward to this. He ambled over to his team, trying really hard not to let on that he was suffering. Damn his testosterone! A bunch of the major jocks were having a rather interesting conversation amongst themselves.
"Shit, Simon! I can't believe you didn't let us in on that!"
A very tall and rather well built fellow laughed at his 'buds' and smirked. "Sorry, guys, but if you wanna meet anything good looking, you gotta go where the girls are!"
John rolled his eyes. He really didn't mind Simon Williams that much, it's just that his ego, when it came to the female species, could rival Remy's any day. But it did get on his nerves when Simon acted like John's best friend. He called John 'Ozzy' constantly, and John had gladly taken to calling him 'Wanker' when his back was turned. Well, in all actuality, St.John hated Simon, and wouldn't mind if they legalized lighters in schools.
"HEY! OZZY!" Simon slapped John's back, like he was one of his brethren.
John staggered from the force, and put on a fake smile. "Hey there, Wank- I mean, mate."
In his mind, Pyro was dancing merrily around Simon's burning corpse. Unfortunately, his happy thoughts were interrupted by the teacher's whistle. John whimpered. He was already in pain, and he was also one of the smallest guys in his phys-ed class. He was sure that he was going to be dead before lunch.
~*~
Lunch came at last. John felt like he was never going to walk upright again. He trudged into the cafeteria like a soldier just coming back from a war. There was dirt all over his face, and bits of grass sticking out from his beautiful golden hair.
He searched the cafeteria for any signs of intelligent life. He spotted a table with three girls sitting at it. All of them looked vaguely familiar, although the one with black hair held his attention. It was Wanda for sure. She was the only person in school whose hair was so distinct.
But who were the other two girls? One was Kitty Pryde, he'd fought against her as Shadowcat, and the other was the uber goth, Rogue. Wanda was chumming around with X-Men? Wasn't daddy going to be pleased about this (note: sarcasm)! John wouldn't tell Magneto about this, but he would tell Remy that his 'girlfriend' was friends with the boss man's daughter. Remy might even be so pleased as to return all of John's lighters and butane tank.
~*~
Wanda's new look was drawing attention, both positive and otherwise. The majority of her Drama class consisted of cheerleaders, and they were scorning her from afar, whereas, on her first day, they were being quite friendly with Wanda. She shrugged it off. She preferred this look over what she had before (so does the author).
Wanda and Rogue had noticed a few of the more bold girls glaring at them. Rogue put her fingers to her forehead, like devil horns, and stuck her tongue out at them. It was immature, and they both knew it, but they couldn't help but laugh at the reaction they got. Meggan, as usual, was blissfully unaware, dreaming of her wondrous Brian.
Class ended quickly enough, and Wanda was retrieving her things from off the stage, when something caught her eye. No, it wasn't something, it was someone!
He was tall, and muscular. His shoulders spanned almost 3'! His hair was thick and of the darkest midnight black. His eyes were a dazzling, sparkling blue. Had Wanda not been leaning against the stage, she would've swooned when she saw him smile in her general direction.
Suddenly, Wanda was having visions of her frolicking through a field of flowers, wearing a fluttery white dress, and this vision of masculine beauty was bounding towards her. They met and kissed. He pulled away and gazed into her eyes.
"Wanda, shouldn't we be gettin' ta class?" he said in a surprisingly feminine voice with a heavy Mississippian accent.
Reality came crashing back. Wanda was still standing, holding her backpack in a dazed state. The entire classroom was clear with the exception of her and Rogue.
"Earth ta Wanda!" Rogue waved her gloved hands in front of her face.
"Ya... I'm good!" she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed to the door. "Shall we?"
~*~
"Alrigh'! Ready! ONE TWO THR-"
"Excuse-moi! Remy is late again!" the Cajun came rushing into the small garage-turned-studio, lugging a large black case with him.
"It's about time, man! We were about to start without you!" Evan exclaimed from behind his keyboard.
Kurt was quite bouncy behind his drumset. He was ready and eager to play. He had been antsy all day long, because he had finally figured out a good beat for a song Rogue was helping him with.
Rogue, unlike the rather forgiving boys, was out for blood. "What the hell do you think you're doin'?! Showin' up late almost EVERY PRACTICE?!?!"
Remy chuckled. He had riled up the girl again, but this time, he had a card up his sleeve that he was eager to play.
"An' what are you laughin' 'bout?! If y'all wanna be a member of this band, that means committin' ta comin' to every practice, on time an'-"
"Oh, calm yo'self, Chere! Remy have good news fo' you an' de rest!" he said in a soothing voice as he plugged his velvet-black bass into the amplifier, adjusting the knobs to reduce the feedback (ooohh... horrible feedback!). He had called in a favour a few weeks back, from a guy he pulled a job for.
"Vell out vith it, dude! Zee suspens iz killing me!" Kurt continued to bounce on his stool.
"This had better be good..." Rogue scoffed.
Remy smirked his signature sexy smirk. "Would you be pleased wit' de news of Remy findin' dis li'l band a payin' gig?"
He looked around the studio and smiled inwardly at the reaction he got. Evan was grinning, Kurt was bouncing even faster, and Rogue... well... Rogue was at a loss for words. She set her guitar down gently then proceeded toward Remy. Curious to know what she was doing, Remy set his instrument down as well.
Suddenly a pair of small arms were clutching Remy tightly about the waist. "Remy, ya sweet, sweet man! Did Ah ever tell ya how wonderful y'all are?!"
Remy was slightly taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Perhaps Remy bring good news more often, hahn?"
Rogue pulled away, "Ah hate you!" she exclaimed, with her hands still clutching his shirt.
Remy would've looked skyward, but since they were indoors, he looked ceilingward. "I don' understand dis woman!"
~*~
She had three questions left in her Physics text, then she had to type up her script for Drama class, and finally, she had to read one of Shakespeare's sonnets for English, then prepare to read it aloud to the class. Wanda readjusted her position on the lime-green couch, and shifted her books around.
She finished the first two questions, but it had taken her half an hour. Her thoughts began to meander to her 'encounter' in Drama class.
Wanda had inquired about him after school, and Kitty, being the one with the largest social circle, automatically went on at great length about him. His name was Simon Williams, and he was the captain of the wrestling team. She sighed deeply, then something fell into her lap. Thinking she had dropped one of her textbooks, she lifted her binder and looked down.
"'Allo!" a mop of orange hair said cheerfully.
"What do you want, John?" she asked, not caring for an answer. This guy had the audacity to interrupt her daydreaming?!
His impish grin turned into a rather adorable frown. "I'm dying!" he cried in agony.
Wanda rolled her eyes. "Oh, is that all? I'll get started on your eulogy when I finish my homework..."
"Oh, you're a kind soul, teasing a man when he's injured!" St.John huffed, crossing his arms. He hadn't had much of a chance before that moment to really notice the change in her since she scampered off to the mall with her new friends. John had to admit, he liked what he saw! Her preppy sweaters and blue jeans had been replaced by a tight fitting tank top and baggy cargo pants. She was wearing a ridiculously large number of bracelets and chains around her arms and neck. She looked dangerous! She looked HOT!
"What do want ME to do about it," Wanda snapped, "kiss your boo-boos all better?"
John seemed to perk up at the suggestion. "Do you think it'll help? You can start with my ear that you so lovingly tore off the other day-"
Wanda cut him off "-if you keep me from finishing my homework, I'll not-so-lovingly tear the other one off!" she shoved him in attempt to get him off her lap. He budged slightly, but returned to his original position. "Get off of me, John..." she warned.
"The least you could do is listen while I whine."
She scowled at him, and he gave her the puppy-eyes. "Fine... How was your day?"
"Y'know, this would be better if you were rubbing my shoulders-"
"-Don't push it." Wanda almost laughed. John was obviously bored, and since she was the only other person home, and her father had forbidden the use of blow torches indoors, and it was raining, it made sense that he'd be bugging her (yes, it's a run-on sentence, but I meant to do it!).
"No, seriously, I've had a really rough day."
"Fine!" Wanda relented. She lifted John into a sitting position, with his back to her. She turned around so she was leaning against the couch arm with her legs folded underneath her. She began kneading her fingers into his shoulders.
John tried his hardest not the groan, but Wanda had 'magic fingers' (Oh gods... accidental foreshadowing... y'all saw that coming...)! His tense shoulders relaxed at her touch. "Y'know, you have very strong hands." he heard her 'pheh' from behind. He decided to begin his woeful tale of suffrage and football.
"So, y'see, it started the other night when y'dad had me and Petey go on that errand for'im. There was a bit o'lifting involved. Now, normally, I would've just scampered off and let Petey do all the grunt work, but my assistance was 'required'." This was all a lie, but John had specific orders NOT to tell Wanda of any missions they went on. He really liked the massage, so he made up a story that would make sense, and hopefully give him an excuse to seek out this attention more often. "So, y'see, I- OW! Bloody HELL!"
"Sorry, I guess I found a knot!" Wanda grinned to herself, but eased off a bit on the pressure. "This would be a lot easier if you weren't wearing a shirt." she stated matter-of-factly.
John looked behind him and raised an eyebrow. "If y'wanted me to undress, y'shoulda asked in the first place, love."
Wanda gave him an incredulous look. "Either take your shirt off and continue your story, or get the hell out and let me finish my homework!"
Given these two options, John went for the former. He slipped his t- shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. He laughed to himself as he heard Wanda 'oomf' as it flew into her face.
Wanda pulled the black mound off and glared daggers at the back of John's head, but her eyes trailed downwards. To say that John was scrawny would be a lie, but he wasn't exactly the model for physical perfection. His whole back looked tight, meaning she had a lot of work to do. Wanda figured that it wouldn't be all horrible if she had to touch John for the next 10 to15 minutes - as long as he didn't say anything stupid. She pressed her hands against the last spot she was working on. She felt John take a sharp intake of breath as she pushed down harder. "Keep talking, Kangaroo-boy."
"Gee, Wanda, I didn't know you cared!" he heard her growl and she pushed down even harder on the knot. "OUCH! All right! Back to story-time! So as I was saying, I really did a number on my one toe, and my back is killing me, right?
"So, I get to Physed and as it turns out, we're playin' American Football or some such thing. Since I was the last one out of the change room, then I got put on a team with all of the guys who are twice my size, and there's this huge bloke who thinks he's as hot as hell. I mean, he's about the same size as Pete, and his ego his twice the size of Remy's! Anyroo, he had mistaken my head for the football on more than one occasion!"
"And that's where this large and painful looking bruise came from?" Wanda asked mischievously as she poked the tender spot on his back.
He winced, "yes!" she ceased her poking.
"I would've thought you were too tough to let anybody hurt you." she teased.
"Not when there's 250 lbs guy named Simon chargin' at you!"
Wanda gasped. "What was his name?!"
"Simon. Simon Williams. God I hate that blaggart!" he felt Wanda's hands fumble. "What's with you?"
"I think we're finished now!" she draped John's discarded shirt over his shoulder, turned, and picked up her books. Without looking back, she dashed up the stairs to her room, leaving John alone and confused.
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Taineyah: Here it is! Y'know what they should put in as an Ontario Highschool Course? This was Stuart's suggestion: Dominoes. Open, Workplace, College and University-bound! LMAO!! ACK! Catch it!!
Eva: You absolutely made my day! I'm glad you love this fic as much as I love writing it!
Persona the ITG: Wanda's getting her powers back soon, but there has to be a little more story before that happens. you don't mind, do you?
General information: RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! THE BUNNIES ARE COMING TO GET YOU!!!!
DISCLAIMER: I have a Gambit action figure! He sits on my speakers and amuses the hell outta me! HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I want a Pyro plushie! That would rock my socks. OH! Riiiiiiight... I don't own X-Men Evolution, or Simon Williams. He, too, is proporty of Marvel Comics, and if any of you can guess where he's from, I'll e-mail you a big hug!
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(NOTE: This chapter takes place a few weeks after the last. It's been rather repetitive for the Acolytes. Mission- Fight- Heal- Mission- Fight- Heal ect...)
John limped into his second period class, and already he was regretting it. What the hell was he thinking, going to Gym class when he could barely walk! The last job Magneto had sent them on had almost turned out to be a suicide mission for the Acolytes. Pyro in particular.
He had begun to think that Maggs was completely off his rocker. The Master of Magnetism had sent them to bust apart some organization called the Friends of Humanity. What Magneto DIDN'T tell them was that the FOH was ready for them! They fired guns at them, and a few well aimed bullets took Pyro's flame throwers out of comission.
Pyro wasn't nearly as agile or as strong as Gambit and Colossus respectively. He had a little more trouble avoiding death than they did. It wasn't until some idiot set fire to the warehouse did Pyro have any form of advantage.
They were to be playing tackle football. John was NOT looking forward to this. He ambled over to his team, trying really hard not to let on that he was suffering. Damn his testosterone! A bunch of the major jocks were having a rather interesting conversation amongst themselves.
"Shit, Simon! I can't believe you didn't let us in on that!"
A very tall and rather well built fellow laughed at his 'buds' and smirked. "Sorry, guys, but if you wanna meet anything good looking, you gotta go where the girls are!"
John rolled his eyes. He really didn't mind Simon Williams that much, it's just that his ego, when it came to the female species, could rival Remy's any day. But it did get on his nerves when Simon acted like John's best friend. He called John 'Ozzy' constantly, and John had gladly taken to calling him 'Wanker' when his back was turned. Well, in all actuality, St.John hated Simon, and wouldn't mind if they legalized lighters in schools.
"HEY! OZZY!" Simon slapped John's back, like he was one of his brethren.
John staggered from the force, and put on a fake smile. "Hey there, Wank- I mean, mate."
In his mind, Pyro was dancing merrily around Simon's burning corpse. Unfortunately, his happy thoughts were interrupted by the teacher's whistle. John whimpered. He was already in pain, and he was also one of the smallest guys in his phys-ed class. He was sure that he was going to be dead before lunch.
~*~
Lunch came at last. John felt like he was never going to walk upright again. He trudged into the cafeteria like a soldier just coming back from a war. There was dirt all over his face, and bits of grass sticking out from his beautiful golden hair.
He searched the cafeteria for any signs of intelligent life. He spotted a table with three girls sitting at it. All of them looked vaguely familiar, although the one with black hair held his attention. It was Wanda for sure. She was the only person in school whose hair was so distinct.
But who were the other two girls? One was Kitty Pryde, he'd fought against her as Shadowcat, and the other was the uber goth, Rogue. Wanda was chumming around with X-Men? Wasn't daddy going to be pleased about this (note: sarcasm)! John wouldn't tell Magneto about this, but he would tell Remy that his 'girlfriend' was friends with the boss man's daughter. Remy might even be so pleased as to return all of John's lighters and butane tank.
~*~
Wanda's new look was drawing attention, both positive and otherwise. The majority of her Drama class consisted of cheerleaders, and they were scorning her from afar, whereas, on her first day, they were being quite friendly with Wanda. She shrugged it off. She preferred this look over what she had before (so does the author).
Wanda and Rogue had noticed a few of the more bold girls glaring at them. Rogue put her fingers to her forehead, like devil horns, and stuck her tongue out at them. It was immature, and they both knew it, but they couldn't help but laugh at the reaction they got. Meggan, as usual, was blissfully unaware, dreaming of her wondrous Brian.
Class ended quickly enough, and Wanda was retrieving her things from off the stage, when something caught her eye. No, it wasn't something, it was someone!
He was tall, and muscular. His shoulders spanned almost 3'! His hair was thick and of the darkest midnight black. His eyes were a dazzling, sparkling blue. Had Wanda not been leaning against the stage, she would've swooned when she saw him smile in her general direction.
Suddenly, Wanda was having visions of her frolicking through a field of flowers, wearing a fluttery white dress, and this vision of masculine beauty was bounding towards her. They met and kissed. He pulled away and gazed into her eyes.
"Wanda, shouldn't we be gettin' ta class?" he said in a surprisingly feminine voice with a heavy Mississippian accent.
Reality came crashing back. Wanda was still standing, holding her backpack in a dazed state. The entire classroom was clear with the exception of her and Rogue.
"Earth ta Wanda!" Rogue waved her gloved hands in front of her face.
"Ya... I'm good!" she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed to the door. "Shall we?"
~*~
"Alrigh'! Ready! ONE TWO THR-"
"Excuse-moi! Remy is late again!" the Cajun came rushing into the small garage-turned-studio, lugging a large black case with him.
"It's about time, man! We were about to start without you!" Evan exclaimed from behind his keyboard.
Kurt was quite bouncy behind his drumset. He was ready and eager to play. He had been antsy all day long, because he had finally figured out a good beat for a song Rogue was helping him with.
Rogue, unlike the rather forgiving boys, was out for blood. "What the hell do you think you're doin'?! Showin' up late almost EVERY PRACTICE?!?!"
Remy chuckled. He had riled up the girl again, but this time, he had a card up his sleeve that he was eager to play.
"An' what are you laughin' 'bout?! If y'all wanna be a member of this band, that means committin' ta comin' to every practice, on time an'-"
"Oh, calm yo'self, Chere! Remy have good news fo' you an' de rest!" he said in a soothing voice as he plugged his velvet-black bass into the amplifier, adjusting the knobs to reduce the feedback (ooohh... horrible feedback!). He had called in a favour a few weeks back, from a guy he pulled a job for.
"Vell out vith it, dude! Zee suspens iz killing me!" Kurt continued to bounce on his stool.
"This had better be good..." Rogue scoffed.
Remy smirked his signature sexy smirk. "Would you be pleased wit' de news of Remy findin' dis li'l band a payin' gig?"
He looked around the studio and smiled inwardly at the reaction he got. Evan was grinning, Kurt was bouncing even faster, and Rogue... well... Rogue was at a loss for words. She set her guitar down gently then proceeded toward Remy. Curious to know what she was doing, Remy set his instrument down as well.
Suddenly a pair of small arms were clutching Remy tightly about the waist. "Remy, ya sweet, sweet man! Did Ah ever tell ya how wonderful y'all are?!"
Remy was slightly taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Perhaps Remy bring good news more often, hahn?"
Rogue pulled away, "Ah hate you!" she exclaimed, with her hands still clutching his shirt.
Remy would've looked skyward, but since they were indoors, he looked ceilingward. "I don' understand dis woman!"
~*~
She had three questions left in her Physics text, then she had to type up her script for Drama class, and finally, she had to read one of Shakespeare's sonnets for English, then prepare to read it aloud to the class. Wanda readjusted her position on the lime-green couch, and shifted her books around.
She finished the first two questions, but it had taken her half an hour. Her thoughts began to meander to her 'encounter' in Drama class.
Wanda had inquired about him after school, and Kitty, being the one with the largest social circle, automatically went on at great length about him. His name was Simon Williams, and he was the captain of the wrestling team. She sighed deeply, then something fell into her lap. Thinking she had dropped one of her textbooks, she lifted her binder and looked down.
"'Allo!" a mop of orange hair said cheerfully.
"What do you want, John?" she asked, not caring for an answer. This guy had the audacity to interrupt her daydreaming?!
His impish grin turned into a rather adorable frown. "I'm dying!" he cried in agony.
Wanda rolled her eyes. "Oh, is that all? I'll get started on your eulogy when I finish my homework..."
"Oh, you're a kind soul, teasing a man when he's injured!" St.John huffed, crossing his arms. He hadn't had much of a chance before that moment to really notice the change in her since she scampered off to the mall with her new friends. John had to admit, he liked what he saw! Her preppy sweaters and blue jeans had been replaced by a tight fitting tank top and baggy cargo pants. She was wearing a ridiculously large number of bracelets and chains around her arms and neck. She looked dangerous! She looked HOT!
"What do want ME to do about it," Wanda snapped, "kiss your boo-boos all better?"
John seemed to perk up at the suggestion. "Do you think it'll help? You can start with my ear that you so lovingly tore off the other day-"
Wanda cut him off "-if you keep me from finishing my homework, I'll not-so-lovingly tear the other one off!" she shoved him in attempt to get him off her lap. He budged slightly, but returned to his original position. "Get off of me, John..." she warned.
"The least you could do is listen while I whine."
She scowled at him, and he gave her the puppy-eyes. "Fine... How was your day?"
"Y'know, this would be better if you were rubbing my shoulders-"
"-Don't push it." Wanda almost laughed. John was obviously bored, and since she was the only other person home, and her father had forbidden the use of blow torches indoors, and it was raining, it made sense that he'd be bugging her (yes, it's a run-on sentence, but I meant to do it!).
"No, seriously, I've had a really rough day."
"Fine!" Wanda relented. She lifted John into a sitting position, with his back to her. She turned around so she was leaning against the couch arm with her legs folded underneath her. She began kneading her fingers into his shoulders.
John tried his hardest not the groan, but Wanda had 'magic fingers' (Oh gods... accidental foreshadowing... y'all saw that coming...)! His tense shoulders relaxed at her touch. "Y'know, you have very strong hands." he heard her 'pheh' from behind. He decided to begin his woeful tale of suffrage and football.
"So, y'see, it started the other night when y'dad had me and Petey go on that errand for'im. There was a bit o'lifting involved. Now, normally, I would've just scampered off and let Petey do all the grunt work, but my assistance was 'required'." This was all a lie, but John had specific orders NOT to tell Wanda of any missions they went on. He really liked the massage, so he made up a story that would make sense, and hopefully give him an excuse to seek out this attention more often. "So, y'see, I- OW! Bloody HELL!"
"Sorry, I guess I found a knot!" Wanda grinned to herself, but eased off a bit on the pressure. "This would be a lot easier if you weren't wearing a shirt." she stated matter-of-factly.
John looked behind him and raised an eyebrow. "If y'wanted me to undress, y'shoulda asked in the first place, love."
Wanda gave him an incredulous look. "Either take your shirt off and continue your story, or get the hell out and let me finish my homework!"
Given these two options, John went for the former. He slipped his t- shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. He laughed to himself as he heard Wanda 'oomf' as it flew into her face.
Wanda pulled the black mound off and glared daggers at the back of John's head, but her eyes trailed downwards. To say that John was scrawny would be a lie, but he wasn't exactly the model for physical perfection. His whole back looked tight, meaning she had a lot of work to do. Wanda figured that it wouldn't be all horrible if she had to touch John for the next 10 to15 minutes - as long as he didn't say anything stupid. She pressed her hands against the last spot she was working on. She felt John take a sharp intake of breath as she pushed down harder. "Keep talking, Kangaroo-boy."
"Gee, Wanda, I didn't know you cared!" he heard her growl and she pushed down even harder on the knot. "OUCH! All right! Back to story-time! So as I was saying, I really did a number on my one toe, and my back is killing me, right?
"So, I get to Physed and as it turns out, we're playin' American Football or some such thing. Since I was the last one out of the change room, then I got put on a team with all of the guys who are twice my size, and there's this huge bloke who thinks he's as hot as hell. I mean, he's about the same size as Pete, and his ego his twice the size of Remy's! Anyroo, he had mistaken my head for the football on more than one occasion!"
"And that's where this large and painful looking bruise came from?" Wanda asked mischievously as she poked the tender spot on his back.
He winced, "yes!" she ceased her poking.
"I would've thought you were too tough to let anybody hurt you." she teased.
"Not when there's 250 lbs guy named Simon chargin' at you!"
Wanda gasped. "What was his name?!"
"Simon. Simon Williams. God I hate that blaggart!" he felt Wanda's hands fumble. "What's with you?"
"I think we're finished now!" she draped John's discarded shirt over his shoulder, turned, and picked up her books. Without looking back, she dashed up the stairs to her room, leaving John alone and confused.
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