Thank you for all the reviews! Once again, I don't accept flames on this fic. I don't own anything but the story idea.
My knowledge on X-men is STILL limited, sorry. This is my first X-men fic as well as my first attempt at humor. Ah well. If you're bored of this story yet, tell me and I can discontinue it.
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Saturday Morning:
Jean was lying on her stomach on top of her bed. Her elbow was propped up, supporting her head. She flipped through a magazine. A knock was heard on her door. "Come in!" she said, yawning widely.
Logan stood in the doorway, his arms crossed. "Are you coming to train any time soon? Professor X won't be happy that you kept everyone awake all night along with sleeping late because of it."
She shrugged and flipped back her red hair. "So what."
"So what? The world doesn't revolve around the whorehouse that you call a life."
"Whorehouse? I've never been to one." Jean cocked her head at him and grinned. "Are you going to take me along to you when you go?"
Logan growled. "No, woman. I've told you enough times that I'd have to be drunk off my ass to even think about you without clothes. Look, that's not the point here. The new recruits were supposed to be training with you this morning, but you were sleeping. You're a selfish whore."
"No I'm not. I just like having fun! You like having fun once in a while, right?" She threw him a devilish wink.
He narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, but not with you. The training is over with now, no thanks to you. You can help the elf fix up the roof of east wing, will you? You can't sit there reading your magazines all day."
"It teaches me things about life!" Jean turned to a page in her magazine and pointed to it. "See, it says that a guy with muscles will be smaller than a guy who plays chess."
Logan raised an eyebrow and glanced at his well-built body from his years of rough living. "That's bullshit," he remarked quickly in his gruff voice. "There's no way some damn magazine is going to tell me about my body."
Jean giggled. "You're a mutant so I guess it doesn't count. Why do I have to help Kurt fix the roof?"
"Because it's your fault and the elf feels like he needs to work for the shame he believes he brought this institute. That's also your fault, you slut."
"Huh?"
"If that boy from your school didn't put up a fight, I would've have had to thrown him out the roof. As for the elf, you got him drunk enough to get desperate enough to sleep with you—a worse offense than anything else. He feels guilty now."
"So you help him fix the roof."
"Damn you, woman, you are going to help if you want to earn your keep! All you've done is trash up the place with the reputation you're setting for this place!"
"I'm not making a bad resuscitation."
Logan opened his mouth to say something else until Rogue came beside him and touched his broad shoulder. "Logan, ah know that you're tryin' to help her, but there ain't no helping somethin' as sorry as this. We can talk to the professor after we help Kurt," Rogue said, casting a glower at the red head on the bed.
Logan growled something incoherent and followed Rogue down the hallway.
"Have fun you two!" Jean chirped after them and returned her short attention span to her magazine.
~~Later~~
"Jean, I'm bored," Scott said, lying back in the bleachers at a football game. "Football is stupid."
"But Duncan is supposed to meet me after the game and I want to be early."
"Why Duncan? Did you pencil him in or something?" Scott grabbed the planner and flipped through it. "You wrote Duncan's name in here more than once."
"Gimmee my book back!" Jean snatched the planner away and straightened the crumpled page with love then closed the planner. She hugged it and watched as Duncan dashed across the field to score a touchdown. "He's my best customer so far. I like him best. He knows how to have fun." She sighed, hugging the planner all the more closer.
"What about me? What's with your little survey that show's the muscled normal people are 'smaller'?"
"Duncan's an exception . . . and you . . .what else can I say. You're just you."
"Fuck Duncan!" Scott said hysterically.
"Don't worry, that'll get accomplished in time. What, do you want to watch again?"
"No, you whore, I'm getting him here and now!" Scott put his fingers at his glasses and aimed carefully for Duncan; letting his powers shoot him down.
"No, Scott! What did you do to him!"
"Getting what he deserved! You're supposed to be with me!" He grabbed Jean by her shoulders and shook her. "Me! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? MEEEEEEE!"
"B-but, you don't understand!" Jean sputtered. She burst into tears, drawing attention to her and Scott.
"Understand what?!"
Jean shook her head, continuing to cry on purpose. She was a pro at this and it got Scott every time. She shoved him away. "Just leave me alone if you're going to get jealous!" She ran off, her face buried in her hands.
"Good! Go, see if I care!" Scott screamed after her. He watched her run. "Damn it," he muttered after a while. "How can she make me feel so guilty when it's her fault?" He sighed and moved to follow her.
~~Much later: some time around midnight~~
"I'm sorry Scott," Jean purred.
"I'm sorry too, for yelling at you. I kind of lost my cool."
"If you had any cool, you'd have lost it."
"Funny," Scott said sarcastically and got up. "I'm going to my own bed. Good night."
"Night."
Jean was dozing off when she heard a sharp rapping sound at her window. She got up to open it and found Toad on the ground, motioning for her to come down.
I'm leaving it at a cliffhanger! You won't know what Toad wants with her until the next chapter! But you have to review for a new chapter!