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A/N: I am sorry, but the talk will be next chapter. Sorry The Uncanny R-Man!! I promise, it's already typed up!

The next day, Kitty wasn't as bookish as normal. She chatted away happily with Rogue, Jean, Scott, and myself all through breakfast. She even managed to joke around with Bobby, Sam, and Ray. I nearly had a heart attack when I found out what had happened. What could have caused Kitty to become so…so loose? Was it our adventure on the roof last night? I dearly hoped so. After all, it was my goal to make her loosen up. I took it as a sign that I had accomplished something.

The car ride to Bayville High was more energetic than before. Even Scott couldn't help joking around, swerving the car seemingly dangerously, though still quite in control. Jean wasn't happy.

"Scott! Be careful!" she cried, bracing herself on the dashboard and the car door.

Scott chuckled. "Don't worry, Jean," he reassured her. "I'm perfectly in control. There's nothing to worry about."

Jean glared at him but then smiled. "Alright," she replied and enjoyed the rest of the ride.

I turned to Kitty, who was teasing Rogue.

"Come on, Rogue! You know that you like him!" Kitty pressed.

Rogue rolled her eyes and gave Kitty and disgusted look. "There is no way in hell that Ah lahke that fool," she snapped, turning her attention to the scenery beside the road.

Kitty smiled. "Language, Rogue," she chided jokingly.

Rogue muttered something unintelligible and kept her eyes on the road.

"Well," said Kitty, looking down at her hands folded in her lap, a smile gracing her face, "He likes you."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "No kidding," she said sarcastically.

"And," Kitty continued, not noticing Rogue's comment, "I'll bet that deep down, you like him too. You like him a lot."

Kitty was lucky, because at that exact moment, we arrived in the high school parking lot. Kitty jumped out of the car, grinning innocently. "I'll see ya later, Rogue!" she called, hurrying off.

Rogue looked murderous. It was easy to figure out that Kitty had been talking about Gambit, an Acolyte. Rogue hated him with a passion. Or, that was what she told everyone.

"Vell," I said, "I'll see you later. Oh, I hope you run into Gambit, so you can tell him how you feel." With that, I practically ran off. Rogue would want to kill me, and I wouldn't have been surprised if she had, right there in the school parking lot.

I sighed and stuffed my hands in my pockets. The leaves on the trees were just starting to turn colors. I couldn't help but love this time of year. Everything was beautiful. For some reason, all the colors of the leaves reminded me of Kitty. It was all so peaceful, that one couldn't help but just slip into a daydream.

I made it up the front steps of the school when I was grabbed roughly on the shoulders and shoved into the wall. I grunted and looked up to see who had done that. Oh shoot. Lance. And he didn't look happy. More like murderous. Hell, he looked like he wanted blood. More specifically, my blood.

"What were you doing with Kitty last night?" he growled, shoving his face into mine, only inches away.

My first thought about the predicament: Dude, you need a breath mint. I'm serious. His breath couldn't have been any worse. I'm surprised that I didn't keel over dead then. "Vat are you talking about?" I demanded. Did he really know that I took Kitty to the roof? And if he did, how? Kitty hadn't called him. She wouldn't. It was something so small and irrelevant compared to what he had done for Kitty on the date. Just thinking about it made my blood boil. That was right. He had taken her dancing at a club, where there was alcohol.

"I saw you on the roof with her last night," he hissed. "Trying to move in on my girlfriend?"

I shoved him away. "You've lost it, man. We got in a fight and I vanted to make it up to her," I said.

"Yeah?" said Lance, fury burning in his eyes. "Well it seemed too romantic for my taste."

"Well you know vat I didn't like? The fact that you took Kitty to an alcoholic club!" I spat. "If you really cared about her, you wouldn't have done zat!"

That set him off. Lance lunged forward. My eyes widened and I quickly darted out of the way. Lance turned right towards me as I started backing up. "You're dead, Wagner!" he yelled, rushing towards me with his fists raised.

I'm no street fighter, and I knew that my chances of surviving a fight against Lance were zip. I continued to dodge his oncoming attacks, until I was eventually backed up into a wall. By then, students had started coming in and were circled around Lance and I, cheering for one or the other. I was relieved to hear many cheering for me. But that only made Lance angrier. When I was pinned against the wall, he drew back his fist, aiming for my head. My eyes widened and I quickly ducked, hearing a crunch as his fist made contact with the wall above me. I quickly dove between his legs and scrambled up, only to be met with a fist in the jaw. I was sent back staggering, holding my jaw. Lance made a move to hit me more when Scott stepped in, quickly followed by Bobby, Ray, and Sam.

"If you want to hit him, you'll have to go through me, Alvers," Scott growled. Behind his red shades, I knew that Scott's eyes were flashing with anger. He wanted to hurt Lance.

Suddenly, Kitty pushed through the crowd. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She knew. She knew about the fight. She knew that I had been a part of it, and I could only predict how disappointed in me she would be. She stormed into the center and, to my surprise, turned to Lance.

"What do you think you were doing?" she demanded.

Lance was at a loss for words. Apparently, he had thought that Kitty would side with him. "He attacked me," he stammered.

Something inside me exploded and I shoved past Scott. "You liar!" I yelled. I was desperate to get Kitty to understand the truth. "I did nozing to you! You tried to hit me! All I did was dodge!"

Lance's eyes were flashing dangerously. He was just as desperate as me to get Kitty on his side. "How dare you make up that lie!" he yelled, clenching his fists.

Kitty closed her eyes, frustrated with both of us. She opened her eyes, which had become as cold as ice, and just as unforgiving. She looked at me for a moment, her gaze softening when she spotted the swollen bruises on my face. When I blinked, her eyes were hard again. She turned to Lance, her hands on her hips. "You liar!" she yelled.

Lance looked taken aback.

Kitty didn't stop there. "Kurt would never hit someone!" she continued. "How dare you try to accuse him of something like that! I can't believe you!"

"But, Kitty—"

"No buts, Lance Alvers! I never want to talk to you again!"

Lance looked as if he could have been knocked over with a feather then. He didn't have a chance to speak before Kitty stormed off. I glanced at Lance, who just stared at me, looking homicidal again. I didn't want to stick around, so I quickly followed Kitty. I had to apologize.

Kitty was at her locker, angrily switching out books. When I say angrily, I mean she was throwing books in, not caring what happened to them. She was scary when she was like this.

"Kitty?" I asked timidly.

Kitty looked over at me, expecting to see Lance. She seemed surprised when it was me. "Oh. Hey, Kurt," she replied, turning back to her locker.

I walked over and leaned against the locker beside hers. "I just vant to say that I'm sorry about ze fight," I apologized. "It shouldn't have gone zat far."

Kitty shook her head. "It wasn't your fault," she replied. "I heard what Lance said," she muttered, looking down at her feet as she spoke.

I was surprised. "You did?"

Kitty nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't step in and stop it," she added, still not looking at me.

I shook my head. "It's alright, Kitty," I replied soothingly.

"No, it's not," she said forcefully. It was then that I saw tears falling from her eyes. "If I had stepped in, them maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Kitty was crying…for me? It didn't seem possible.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," she whispered, raising her eyes to look at me. Sure enough, tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Kitty," I whispered, stepping forward and hugging her. She buried her face in my shoulder. She was so disappointed in not helping a friend. And at the moment, I loved Kitty even more. "Kitty?" I whispered.

Kitty lifted her face to me. "Yes?" she whispered, sniffling.

"Kitty, everyzing's alright. Now, when we get home, I'll take you out for ice cream, my treat," I said.

Kitty was about to protest when I stopped her. "Whether you like it or not," I added, a smile on my face.

Kitty smiled. "I'd like that," she replied.

Hello! I'm back! Well, I decided to write this chapter the day that I posted the last, and I've got the NEXT one typed, too. And I'm sorry, but the talk between Rogue and Kitty will not take place until NEXT chapter. I didn't think this fight would last so long. It just kind of developed as I wrote it. But anyway, onto reviews:

Quill of Molliemon: Lance is a definite suck up. But it gets worse, doesn't it?

Rukinha Lokinha: We shall find out his wish sometime in the later chapters. But it's an interesting wish, I'll tell you that.

Darkness1: Truth be told, I have problems with Lance, too. I didn't know my fic was that sad. But, Lance is worse in this chapter, isn't he?

Well, as soon as I decide that I've gotten enough reviews, I'll post the next chapter. But if you want it really badly, then ask in the reviews, cause you know it's already typed. Then maybe I'll post soon. R&R!!

Jojo