A rather stressed Mistress of Magnetism was walking down a hallway. Study groups were in few classrooms, she peered in one to look at a wall clock. 7:46. The sun's last setting glow gave the room and its inhabitants and eerie appearance. Ororo Monroe looked up at Lorna from the paper she was working on with a student.

A girl, looking about 12 or 13 who was getting help from Ms. Monroe (Storm) sharply darted her head around. Her face had soured instantly.

"Can I help you Lorna? I heard you weren't feeling well, I could go over today's lesson with you if you give me 15 minutes?" She offered, but Lorna could tell her pleasant behavior was masking how pissed she must be that Lorna didn't go to class, it appeared quite bluntly that Lorna had cut, and an explanation would be due later.

The girl's mouth dropped, she turned her head back to Ms. Monroe who was still paying attention to Lorna. The girl darted her head at Lorna once again, opened her mouth and let out a ear piercing scream at Lorna. It was evident this girl was Siryn. Most of the younger kids were just as temperamental, and with the story of how Lorna attacked Jubilee (exaggerated to Jubilee's standards), Lorna was quite the villain. At first Lorna didn't care, after all it was Jubilee who was bed ridden. But now it was only getting harder to stay here.

The very second the outburst was heard, Lorna covered her ears and ducked behind the near by desk (to blockade the sound). The desk had just started to rumble when the scream was silenced. Lorna rose up from behind the desk, Storm had cupped her hand over Siryn's mouth.

Bobby showed up in the doorway, his eyebrows narrowed and his eyes were wide with bewilderment. Siryn turned to Storm who had a scolding look on her face.

"I'm sorry Lorna, I'll deal with this." She would whisper a lecture to Siryn, but Lorna just turned to Bobby and rolled her eyes at what had just happened.

"I just wanted the time." Lorna spoke quietly and winced a smile, pointing at the clock, and began to exit. He followed her out.

As she started of her path in the hall, she turned her head around to Bobby who was following her closely.

"Don't you have some where to be?" she continued walking, he joined her at her side, his arm brushing up against her every other second.

"Not exactly." He grinned a flirtatious smile at her. She pretended not to notice, and her insides quaked anxiety. "Besides, I really wanted to clear things up with you." He seemed serious, she felt relived. Expecting him to explain how he already has a girlfriend, and cares for her a lot, and that it wouldn't work between them. Yep, Lorna was prepared and just about hoping for it to go like that.

Ah, the weight room, vacant to Bobby's satisfaction. What he had to express to her was better done in privacy, he thought. He took her hand to lead her in.

'Oh my, oh man, ohhhh, what, um' Lorna's heart raced and guts ached with even more anxiety, she told her self, 'he's just trying to be nice, let me down gently, yeah, oh boy'.

They sat down on bench. He didn't let go of her hand and that made her worried. And he was so close she could smell the peppermint on his breath. Some great foreshadow came over it that made her so nervous, anxious, and semi-repulsed. She shivered.

"I'm sorry you overheard what I was saying. It was wrong, and totally out of character for me." The relief in Lorna began to kick in, but to Bobby this was an introduction.

"Yeah. Its ok, I totally completely understand. And its all good, and, uh, just good." She lost track her words, when she saw his confused facial expression. But then again, she had been babbling.

"Oh-kay." Bobby scratched his head. Genuinely confused, but carried on with it.

"I don't know what I've been doing these past months, ever since you came into my life. You shook a lot of dormant things about me, a lot of life. But there's gotta be more to it than just that, right?" He beamed at her with sincerity. She nodded. Although she wasn't in complete understanding, taking each sentence as his gentle way of letting her know, him plus her equals never. She wished he wouldn't draw it out, but mused he how nice he was. Complexities and deeply suppressed emotions were out of her mind for now.

"Look, I know what you're trying to say, and its fine with me." She friendly gestured her hand to rest on his shoulder. Bobby and her were better off as friends, friends, friends; she pulsed through her brain.

"Really?" he beamed with sincerity again, surprised, and looking just as relieved as her. Her hand was still on his shoulder.

She nodded, and he leaned in too quickly for her to react. His lips pressed to hers, her eyes bulged and her heart jumped. Her body froze; only her lips kissed back, then open mouth, and tongues caressing. Every thought out of her mind, she reacted only on instinct. Her body defrosted and she casually slid her other arm around his neck (both around him now) and pressed herself closer to him, as he responded with his hands wrapped around her waist. Intimate kissing. Actual physical contact, he could never have with Rogue. He felt he could die so happy in this moment.