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NOW, PRESENTING CHAPTER 4!!!!!!!!

Chapter 4

Scott's Pov

I walked down the hall, whistling a happy tone as I walked. Ororo agreed to go on a date with me! After all those years, I finally got the courage to ask her and she said yes! And hurting Logan in the process, well, that was just another plus. As I walked into my room, I was surprised to see Jean sitting grumpily on the bed.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked cheerfully.

"Logan said no to going out with me on Saturday!" she stormed angrily, "he said that he had stuff to do!" I chuckled at seeing how angry she was.

"What are you laughing at!?" she growled.

"Nothing, it's just that I got a date with Ororo and you didn't get a date with Logan!" I chuckled again.

"Shut up!"

"Fine, but you still have to find me some clothes to wear for my date."

"And why would I do that?" she asked.

"Well, if you want me to help you get a date with Logan…"

"Fine!" Then she opened my closet and rummaged through my clothes. She picked up one of my shirts.

"What kind of clothes are these?" she said with disgust, "are they from the seventies or something?"

"For your information, that shirt is new," I said, grabbing my shirt.

"Where do you get you clothes?" she asked, looking disgustedly at a pair of my pants.

"That's none of your business!" I said as I grabbed my pants back too.

"Fine, I guess I can't help you then," she shrugged, "I just can't work with these…seventies clothes."

"Fine, I got them from the internet, you happy now?" I grumbled.

"The internet? Does that mean you've never been to the mall before?" she said in shock. I nodded gloomily. Then she started to laugh.

"Stop laughing! Its not funny!"

"Fine fine, but we have to go to the mall to get you some nice clothes first," she said trying to stop laughing.

"WHAT!? I AM NOT GOING TO THE MALL! NEVER! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!" I shouted, in panic.

"If you don't go, I won't find you any clothes, Scott, so just come on!"

"NEVER! You can make me, so there!" I shouted back, sticking my tongue out at her.

"Don't make me come get you," she warned. I shook my head and placed my hands over my ears. Anyways, if I don't want to go, she can't make me.

Third Person's Pov

5 minutes later…

"NO!! I'M NOT GOING! LET ME GO! I'M NOT GOING! IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO I'M GOING TO KILL YOU JEAN!"

All the students turned their heads to the noise. Silence was heard for a few seconds…then they started to laugh. I mean, if you saw your teacher, the mature one, screaming, shouting and kicking like a 5 year old, you would start to laugh too. Jean ignored the empty threats that Scott was giving her and continued to walk towards the garage. Behind her, Scott was tied up with rope and floating in the air. He was kicking and screaming like a maniac, trying to get untied.

"JEAN! I MEAN IT! IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO, I'LL BLAST A HOLE THROUGH YOU! I SWEAR!" Seeing that Jean wasn't giving a damn about his threats, he tried to get pity.

"Jean, my hands hurt, my head hurts, my legs hurt, my poor tummy hurts, please let me go. At least just loosen the ropes, please. I won't try to escape, I promise." Jean didn't seem to care about pity too. Stupid wench! Then he tried flattery.

"Jean, have I ever told you how hot you were? I mean, you're so cute and so hot! I can't believe that you're still single! You're an angel! A goddess! I bet that all men that look at you wish that you were their girlfriend!" Jean stopped and turned around with a small smile at her lips.

"Look Scott, as much as I like what you're saying, I'm still not going to let you go. Don't you want to look good for Ororo? You HAVE to go to the mall whether you like it or not, so don't even try to stop me." Then she turned back around and continued walking!

"OH YAH! YOU THINK YOU'RE ALL THAT, BUT I KNOW THAT YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST SOME WANNA BE! I BET THAT YOU'RE JELOUS OF ORORO BECAUSE OF HOW DAMN HOT SHE IS!!" He screamed.

"Scott?" The colour drained out of his face as he recognized the calm and sweet voice. It wasn't Jean, it was…Ororo.

"Hi, Roro, how do you do?" he asked weakly, sounding like being tied up and floating in the air a everyday thing.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying not to smile.

"Um…just hanging around. Heh heh," he replied weakly. Jean groaned.

"Is that the best you can think of?" Jean groaned again, "I'll wait for you in the garage, and if you don't come in 10 minutes, I'll make you float all the way there, and trust me, I'm not sure if I can make you go around the walls, I might make you go through them."
With a grin she walked past the corner and disappeared.

"So, Scott, did I hear wrong, or did you really say that I'm hot?" She asked nervously.

"Um…um…" he stuttered. Ororo blushed.

"Oh my god, she's even hotter when she's blushing," he said not realizing that he said it out loud. That caused Ororo to blush even more.

"Well I…" but before he could finish, he was suddenly jerked forward and he as flying towards a wall.

"NO! JEAN, DON'T!" He screamed before he slammed into a wall.

Ororo's Pov

I looked in the mirror one last time before I went downstairs and went on my date with Scott. I was wearing a simple white sweater and a pair of white jeans. I didn't wear any makeup except for a hint of pink lip-gloss. My hair was let down loose onto my back. I was really nervous even though this wasn't exactly my first date. I walked down the stairs and saw Scott's back to me.

"Scott," I called out. Scott turned around and smiled. Scott was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed all his muscles, even the muscles in his stomach. On the t-shirt were the words "I'm a bad boy," in red. He wore matching black leather pants. I gulped, I had to admit he looked really hot.

"Ororo, you look really beautiful today, even though you're beautiful every time I lay my eyes on you," he told me, looking up at me. I blushed and stepped in front of him.

"So can we go now?" he asked, giving me another grin. I nodded and we headed for his car.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*A FEW MINUTES LATER~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"So where are we going, Scott?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"A new restaurant, it's really nice," he answered, his eyes still on the traffic. We drove for a long time, filling in the silence with small talk. I didn't know why, but I felt really uncomfortable. Finally, we drove into a parking lot and we got out of the car. The restaurant was big with lights brightening it up. We walked in and were greeted by waiters.

"Reservations for two," Scott said to the waiters. They nodded and a young woman led us to a table. She led us to a small table covered with a dark red cloth. On the side were 2 pink candles that flickered in the scarcely lit restaurant. It cast long shadows on the table. The waitress put the menus on the table. Then, with a smile, she left us alone. Scott smiled and pulled out my chair. I sat down, giving him a small smile. I don't know why, but I didn't really feel comfortable here, being on a date with Scott. I mean, he's like a brother to me and I'm dating him. Sighing, I smiled another fake smile and picked up the menus. This was going to be a long evening.

~*~*~*~half an hour later~*~*~*~

I finished the last of my seafood salad (A/N: I had one of those at Pickle Barrow and they were so good! YUM!!) and wiped my mouth with my napkin. I looked up to see Scott finishing his salad too. Through the whole dinner, I couldn't help but feel really uncomfortable. I usually felt comfortable around him, like at the school and stuff. But for some reason, I felt really, really uncomfortable right now. I knew that he was staring at me through the whole dinner, and that made me feel…well, just plain weird. I decided that this was the time to ask the question that I was meaning to ask him.

"Um…why did you ask me out?" I asked, nervously. He looked at me, surprised at my question.

"Isn't it obvious? I like you," he told me, "a lot."

"You…you…like me? As in like like? As in you like me more than a friend? As in a girlfriend? As in something more than a friend?" I stuttered, shocked.

"Yah," he said, still grinning, but I could hear in his voice that he was nervous and worried, "is there something wrong Roro?"

"I don't like you," I blurted out. I winced as I saw how hurt Scott looked.

"No, I mean I do like you," he smiled as I said this, relived, "but not in that way." I added. Scott's smile disappeared as quickly as it came.

"I like you Scott, I even love you, but like you're my brother. Not as a boyfriend, girlfriend way." I bit my lip as I saw how sad and hurt Scott looked.

"Scott…I…" I started, but Scott raised his right hand, telling me to stop.

"I need to go now, I'll see you tomorrow Ororo," Scott said, his voice tinged with sadness, hurt and anger. Anger? Why was he angry? Was he angry with me? But before I could say something, he got up, put some money on the table, and walked towards the door. The little bell on the door rung as he left. I sighed and got up too. I would have to worry about Scott later. Right now, I had to find a way home.

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