Disclaimer: If X-Men was mine, the monkeys danced with Thomas Jefferson at the Inaugural Ball (a teacher at my school put that as an answer on an American History test…yup, he's crazy. Not to mention the best…)
News about Logan and Storm's date spread like a wildfire through the Institute. Ali told Jean, who told Scott, who told Kurt, who ended up telling Bobby. And once Bobby finds out, it's all over. Nothing can stop the inevitable:
Students giving adults dating advice.
Jean and Kitty went to Storm's room, where they bombarded the weather witch for information, and then insisted on picking out her clothes. But pink just wasn't Storm's color, and she quickly shooed the girls out.
Then came Amara and Jubilee, who advised Storm to go dancing at a club and "get her groove on". Storm didn't even wait to banish them from her room.
Finally, Rogue and Ali took on the roles of door guards for Storm so that the African woman could get ready in peace. She wouldn't even come out of her room for half an hour after she finished because she was so embarrassed about the student's reaction.
Of course, Logan had it much worse. Scott came in, and began to have "the talk" with the older mutant. Logan was completely shocked by this new development, but not so much as when Scott began to go into detail. Logan went into a "mild" conniption, and Scott quickly left, fearing for his life. Kurt came next, advising Logan to take Storm to get Gutbombs. Logan politely thanked the fuzz-all for the advice, but refused.
While Kurt and Logan were talking, Bobby snuck into Logan's bathroom. He decided that Logan needed to chill about the whole date, and that he was too tense. So, he iced the shower and floor.
As soon as Kurt left, Logan ran a hand through his hair and groaned. "I'm starting to think that this was a bad idea," he muttered. He smirked. That was impossible. He was going on a date with Ororo, after all. There was no bad idea about that.
He walked into his bathroom and immediately wished he hadn't. He slipped on the patch of ice and slid feet-first into the iced shower, painfully coming in contact with the wall.
"BOBBY DRAKE!" he roared. "YOU'RE DEAD!"
Bobby, who had been standing outside the door, paled and raced off to hide.
Ali and Rogue smirked. Bobby was always amusing, but not more than now. Usually, he was always graciously awaiting punishment so as to admit his crime. Now, he knew that he would not come out of the encounter in very good condition.
Logan ran from his room, looking utterly furious. He sprinted down the halls, sniffing the air for Bobby's scent. Terrified students jumped out of his way, afraid that he might attack them if they got to close.
Logan was only stopped by Professor Xavier, who appeared out of his study to calm Logan.
"He iced my bathroom!" Logan growled. If he didn't get his hands on Drake, then who knew what might happen…
Professor nodded. "He shall be punished accordingly, Logan, trust me. Don't worry," he replied. The corners of Xavier's mouth twitched slightly. "Go finish getting ready for your date," he added, as if talking to a small child.
Logan growled menacingly and went on his way. He took a shower (uninterrupted, thank God) and then dressed up.
His normal blue shirt and blue jeans were present, but this time, he donned his favorite leather jacket, which was kept in the back of his closet. No student was allowed to touch it. If anyone but Logan did, all hell would break lose.
Ororo was waiting for Logan at the foot of the stairs. She was wearing a comfortable blue button-up shirt that was tucked into her blue jeans. She smiled upon spotting Logan. "Hello, Logan," she greeted. "I like your jacket."
Logan grinned. "Thanks," he replied gruffly, offering the woman his arm. "You look nice, too."
Ororo smiled. "Thank you," she replied as she took his arm. And with that, Logan led Ororo out to his motorcycle and then cruised down the driveway out of sight.
Ali grinned. "They're a cute couple," she said.
Rogue nearly gagged at the comment. "Ah don't want to hear anything lahke that, got it?" she asked. "Thinking of two adults Ah know in love just makes meh sick."
Ali nodded. "Sorry," she replied.
Rogue nodded. "It's alright."
The rest of the night, the students watched movies and pigged out on food like always. It seemed to be a daily routine now: play games in the rec room, eat food in the kitchen, watch movies in rec room, and bring food into rec room to eat. The professor didn't mind, either. As long as they weren't wreaking havoc on the town or killing each other, he was fine with it.
Kitty sighed and pulled some muffins out of the oven. "Hey, Kurt! Where are you?" she called. "I need some help with something!"
Kurt, who had been sitting on the couch, grimaced as the scent of muffins reached his nose. The elf usually loved muffins. Heck, he loved all food. But Kitty's muffins were just…terrifying. He quickly ported away and up to his room to try and avoid having to taste test the muffins. He liked being alive at the moment.
Kitty walked through the kitchen door and looked into the rec room, surveying all the students and looking for her favorite fuzzy elf. When she couldn't find him, she shrugged and called for someone else.
"Scott! Can you come here? I need you to taste some muffins for me!"
A look of fright flashed over Scott's face. He quickly jumped to his feet off the chair. "Sorry, Kitty. I gotta go…gas up my car! Bye!" he yelled, and with that he sprinted from the room.
Kitty frowned. Well there went two test subjects. Oh well. There were plenty of students, and at least one of them wasn't busy enough not to taste her cooking.
"Bobby, are you busy?" she yelled.
Bobby was currently going head-to-head with Ray on Need for Speed: Underground on the Xbox. His tongue was between his teeth as his fingers sped over the game controller, expertly pressing the needed buttons. "Yes!" he yelled, his eyes never leaving the TV screen. Various students were gathered around, all pressing in and cheering for either Bobby or Ray. The two were neck-in-neck, each one trying vainly to gain the lead.
"Can you just taste some muffins for me?" she asked.
Upon hearing that question, Bobby's concentration broke, and Ray gained the lead, barely beating Bobby. Ray jumped up, cheering and bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. "Yeah! I win! Who's the best? I'M THE BEST!" Ray yelled.
Bobby glared at him bitterly.
Kitty saw this loss as an opportunity, and asked Bobby if he would taste her muffins.
Bobby immediately picked up the controller again. "Rematch, Ray! Now!"
Ray grinned. "Fine. But you're gonna lose again," he replied.
Bobby growled. "We'll see about that," he replied through gritted teeth.
Kitty rolled her eyes. Boys. They were just too competitive. She knew that Bobby wouldn't get off the Xbox until he beat Ray, which could take forever. So she continued asking everyone, until finally she gave up and took her muffins to someone who would not resist taste-testing:
Professor Xavier.
The students all knew what Kitty was doing, and pitied the professor greatly. They only prayed that he would be alive in the morning.
John whistled. "Glad she didn't notice me," he commented as he lounged on one of the couches.
Ali smiled. "You got lucky," she commented.
John nodded. "But how blind can a sheila get not to notice my hair?" he asked, fingering his bright red locks.
Ali shrugged. "Must be pretty blind to miss that," she replied pointedly.
John nodded and the two fell into silence for a while. The phone suddenly rang, and Amara answered it. Her eyebrows furrowed together for a moment, unsure of whether or not to comply with the request. Against her better judgment, she agreed.
"Ali! The phone's for you!" she called, yelling to get her voice over the sound of Ray celebrating another win.
Ali nodded and weeded her way through the messy room and over to the phone. Ray's celebrating, the music in the background, and the volume of the TV was making it almost impossible to hear anything. She took the phone from Amara and covered her other ear with her hand so she could hear.
"Hello?" she asked.
There was a small pause, in which Ali wondered if the person had hung up or not. Just as she herself was about to hang up, a voice on the other end spoke.
"Allison?" they asked, their voice giving them away as a man.
Ali's eyebrows came together. "Who are you?" she asked. "How do you know my name?"
The voice on the other end chuckled. "Let's just say that it would be hard for me not to know your name," he replied.
"That still doesn't answer my other question. Who are you?"
"If you really want to know so badly, then come to Bayville High at eight o' clock. Come alone. You'll find out more than you bargained for." With that, there was a small click, and the person on the other end hung up.
Ali stared at the phone for a moment. Should she go? Her instincts were screaming no, that this was most likely a trap of some sort. But how did they know her? And what did they mean by finding out more than she bargained for? What would they tell her? Would they hurt her if she went? She shook her head, trying to clear her mind to make a sound decision. She could take care of herself. She was a mutant, and a powerful one at that. She had trained with the X-Men and was a member of their team. So why not go? Because she didn't know who she would be dealing with.
John suddenly appeared at her side. "You ok?" he asked quietly, but loud enough for only Ali to hear.
She nodded.
"Who called?" he questioned, his eyes scanning hers for any sign. He knew something was wrong.
Ali looked at the ground as she hung up the phone. "I don't know," she replied softly.
John almost didn't hear her. "What do you mean sheila?"
Ali's eyes stayed on the ground. "I didn't know who they were."
John's eyes darkened. He didn't like the looks of this or how Ali was reacting. If anyone was bugging Ali, then there'd be hell to pay.
"I've gotta go, I'll be back later," Ali said and she slipped away, too quickly for John to catch her.
Oh yeah, something was definitely wrong now. He knew it. John quickly picked up the phone and called his best friend in the entire world:
Remy LeBeau.
"Hey, Remy?" he asked quietly, hoping that no one would over hear him. "I need a favor…"
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Cliffy!! But most of you can probably guess what it's going to be…dang it. Sorry I haven't posted in a while…have been kinda lacking in the idea department. BUT, the good news…I'VE FINALLY COME UP WITH A PERFECT PLACE TO USE Karakin's IDEA!!! I REALLY wanted to use it, but I needed a place to, and I FINALLY GOT IT!!! THANX KARAKIN!!
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Ivan's Kitsune: Sorry that it didn't make any sense. I hope this chapter is good.
damien455: I seem to be on a good writing streak. Yay! Hope you like this chapter, and tell me if I need to improve on anything!
o scorched eggy: it's ok, u've been busy…I know b/c you tell me all about it. How do you do it? Neway…how many signs do we have now?? 33, counting my A's in A.H? I dunno…I think you putting up with all your sports takes up around ten or twenty…
Once again, thanks for all the reviews. I'll try to post again soon. R&R!!
~Jojo~