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Chapter Two- Tears are like daggers, but only mental ones
Jean ran into the mansion that evening, and pulled out her red diary. She took out a page and flipped to the latest blank page. She began to write in it, scribbling down every thought that had been coming to her head ever since fifth period.
Can you believe it? Duncan that jerk! He embarrassed me in front of Kitty, saying everything I trusted him not to say. He called me other things too- but things to outrageous I can't even remember now! God! Then there was a food fight, but I didn't get into it. I ran off before anyone could throw gravy into my hair. I heard Remy call me pregnant and John say my hair wasn't naturally red! I need another die, is my blonde starting to show? Once I think about it, I was acting a lot like Rogue- but… I'm NOT jealous of her! I mean, I have two perfectly rich parents, powers under control, I can touch, and I'm sure Scott loves me. What? I do not like Scott, he's more like a cousin… maybe a brother. Yes, a brother, nothing more. Whatever. She had Pietro and Remy on her… I read his mind. NO, I DID NOT MEAN TO! Shut up, I can't even tell this on paper!
Jean slammed the book shut hard, and slammed it back into its rightful secret spot, and began to kick her legs up in the air, and pound her fists to the bed mattress. She was throwing a temper tantrum like a two year old.
Then Jean stopped, and sat on her back, facing the white ceiling. She just started to think, then she looked over to her stomach. It did look a bit big for her, but it was probably because of all her depression. Or it was a beer belly, once or twice she'd snuck out to the bar and drank- a lot. She still didn't have any memory of what had happened. In fact, one morning she'd woken up in some one else's bed naked.
Jean's eyes got wider as she thought about it. Was she pregnant? No! Of course not, she was responsible. But maybe it would be a good idea just to check- but not today. Tomorrow.
Rogue went to the next day of school with Pietro all over her. She hadn't seen Risty or Remy all day- just the way she liked it for today.
It seemed all she could think was how wrong those two made a couple. Perfect rich parents from England mixed with rich foster thief.
But of course Rogue had never been to Risty's house or even seen her parents. Whenever the subject was mentioned, Risty always changed the subject. Maybe it wasn't her fault, maybe her parents are on drugs. But Risty had token her own little stalker, her flirt.
"So Rogue, have you ever thought about…" Pietro blabbed on, arm around her neck uncomfortably.
So maybe she did like Remy. No, that couldn't be. He was a swamp rat, and she was river. It didn't fit! Guthrie got that first, mountain rat. All southerners were rats, it was just nature…. Or maybe it was that river had to do something to join the two water rats…
"Rogue? Did you hear one word I just said?" Pietro asked her, now taking his arm off her, and turning in front of her.
"Oh, ugh… sort of… look, I gotta run…" But it was then when she turned around, she bumped into somebody, and their trays collided and flew up in the air. They both watched it as it fell onto the girl Rogue bumped into- Risty.
The salad and Ranch dressing was in her hair, where ravioli was all over her white velvet shirt. Rogue's chocolate milk slashed on Risty's right leg, soaking it. It didn't show- but Risty could sure feel it.
Both of them turned bright red, and Risty began to pick the food out of her hair as she burst into strong laughter. Rogue knew that she was mad and embarrassed, that was what Mystique used to do when Rogue messed up the mission and failed against the X-Men. But Rogue was still embarrassed as she picked up the few remains of her lunch. Pietro helped Rogue, hoping that would be the best thing to do.
When Rogue was done, she didn't apologize at all- even though Risty was her best friend, ever since Rogue came to Bayville High. Rogue went to the Brotherhood table like normal; Pietro followed Rogue, trying to hide the laughter of his good knowledge of… Risty.
Remy and John sat at the same table. Remy was discussing Rogue, while John stared up at the clouds, thinking how they related to fire.
"But I can't face Rogue, y' know?"
"Yup…" John said, very distant.
"What did I say den, homme?"
"Something about fire…"
Remy raised his left eyebrow, but knew from the start that John wasn't really paying attention.
"SHIELA!" Remy screamed loudly in John's ear suddenly, that John fell back off his chair, smack into some mud.
"Oh, mate, that wasn't a good move! Sheila is concerning Wanda or Sheila." He said, using the name for his zippo lighter. John put his chair right, and used the sleeve of his short jean jacket to clean the back of his head.
"Right, well, that's what you get for not paying attention t' Remy." Remy said, talking in third person. John could tell his friend was troubled.
"Well mate, tell Risty that you don't like her that way. The Sheila will listen."
"I doubt it…" Remy hid his face in his palms, closing his eyes. "I can't even look the Chére in the eyes. I mean, I betrayed her. I remember once I kept her up until five one morning. Oh, in the danger room with Logan, I think I got the biggest, purple bruise I've ever imagined in my life!" Remy said, lightening up a bit.
"That's the spirit, mate! Maybe this Aussie has some lightening… look at that cloud, doesn't it look like fire?"
The next day, Jean went into the grocery store, getting a pregnancy test; she left the store, and went to the mansion, but quietly. She was successful, and locked the bathroom door as she opened the bag, and took a check. She took it, then peered through one eye to see the results.
Hey, I'm not surw whether Jean shoukld be pregnant with Rachael. Reviews!
