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Chapter 3

"I still don't know how you managed to walk on crutches for a week with a broken wrist." Scott looked up from where he sat on Jean's bed. She was at her desk finishing up a paper that she had to hand in before Christmas break.

"I'm a telekinetic, Scott. I balanced myself on the crutches and made it look believable." Scott stood and walked around her room for a minute. He walked over to her vanity and picked up a mahogany music box.

"This is nice, Jean, who gave it to you?" Jean turned her head and saw Scott lifting the lid of the music box. She got up and walked over as "Happy Birthday" began playing. Scott caught a glimpse of a picture, two teenage girls one with red hair that he recognized as Jean and the other was a girl about the same age with curly brown hair; they were smiling brightly and hugging each other, before Jean grabbed it out of his hand and slammed the lid shut. She opened a deep drawer inhervanity and placed it then shut the drawer.

"Nobody." She said walking back over to her desk and sitting down at her computer.

"You ok?"

"I'm fine, Scott, do me a favor and leave I have to get this done."

"Are you going to Duncan's party tonight?"

"Yeah. Are you?" Jean looked over her shoulder at him.

"I don't know…"

"Please go, be there for me, Scott. I can't stand the whole night with Duncan, and besides he said there's going to be "booze" there. Just go, I'd feel safer if you were there."

"So I'm just there to keep you safe?"

"No, I'll have my inhibitor, but I want you to be there." Jean rolled over in her chair and placed her hand on his knee. Scott looked at it but took it as a friendly gesture. "I want you to have some fun for once."

"Just what are you saying?" Scott raised an eyebrow.

"That you need to be spontaneous and just go with the flow. When the unexpected happens just go with it."

"All right, I'll go." Scott whispered.

"Good." Jean rolled back over to her desk. "You can go, Scott. That was the answer I wanted." She said along her way.

"Guess I'll see you at dinner. I'll save you a seat?"

Jean smiled at him over her shoulder. "Ok, next to you?"

"If you want."

"I do." Jean watched him as Scott walked out her door then grabbed her journal out of her desk drawer. She opened it and wrote the date.

Oh my God! Scott said he would go to the party! Yeah! I can't wait until tomorrow now. We're going to have so much fun. I hope…

The Following Night…

Jean put her hoop earrings in as she walked to Scott's door. She fixed the clasp and knocked on the door. She was dressed in her usual party outfit, the yellow crossover shirt, blue jeans, and purple heels. "Hey," she said with a brilliant smile when he opened the door. He was wearing her favorite outfit. A gray t-shirt over which he wore a brown button down that he left open and un-tucked over a pair of brown pants, and he wore regular sneakers. This was his slightly sloppy look, her favorite.

"You ready to go?"

"Uh, I'm not going with you…"

"What? You promised."

"Will you let me finish? I'm not going with you now, I'll be there later."

"Ok, well Duncan's coming to get me."

"All right. I'll see you later." Jean frowned for a second then said ok and took off to a loud beeping outside. "Tonight is not going to be fun." Scott muttered to himself as she shut his door.

The party was in full swing when Scott arrived. He stood by his car and looked at Duncan's house, there were Christmas lights strung all over along with several varying decorations scattered about on the lawn. Duncan's choice of music, (which wasn't very good), was booming out of the surround system that he had rigged up all over the house. "This is definitely a party I should not be going to." When he walked in the first thing he noticed was that several couples were coming in and out of a small room in the back corner. Scott could only guess what was going onin there.

"You made it!" Scott turned and saw Jean bounding up to him, tripping in her heels. She collapsed against him her arms draping around his neck as her mouth connected with his in a hard kiss. Scott distinctly tasted alcohol on her breath. She was drunk.

"You're drunk." He said when she finally parted from him.

"I'm not that drunk."

"Yes you are, you're wasted."

"I'm fine," Jean slurred, "for now."

Scott scooped her up slowly. "Yeah for now. Let's sit you down before you fall down." He carried her to the back room, made sure it was empty then shut and locked the door behind him. Looking around as he set Jean down on the long couch, there were bits and pieces of clothes everywhere along with blankets, pillows, and a few condom wrappers. Scott shook his head; he knew his first assumption had been right. Then Jean grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled him down so their mouths met once more. She pulled him down on top of her and worked his brown shirt off then freed the gray one from his pants and got her hands underneath it. Scott pushed her off and sat up pulling the brown shirt back on. "Jean, stop this."

She sat up and kissed him again settling herself on his knee. This time the kiss was more gentle. Scott actually liked it. She cupped his jaw with her left hand while moving her right hand down his front. With one deft motion before Scott could object, Jean got his belt undone, his pants unzipped, and her handinside his shorts. "Jean, whoa! Whoa!" he jumped at first and then settled back down. She was being gentle with him, not rough; the initial contact had only startled him. "Jean…" he moaned her name as she pulled him back into the kiss and parted his thighs more with her fingers. Scott allowed it, relaxing back into the couch and wrapping a hand around the back of her head deepening the kiss. That's how he figured them, sitting there on the couch making out.

Scott awoke to sunlight. When he tried to move he found that he couldn't, Jean was lying on his legs. He made sure his glasses were secured and picked his head up. They were in his car at the top of Lookout Point. He had his driver's seat all the way back so he could lie flat. Jean's head was in his lap her arms folded beneath her for support. He looked down at her and smiled as he ran a hand through her hair.

"You are going to have such a bad headache." He said quietly to himself.

"I already do." Jean mumbled. She opened her eyes and turned her head more to look at him. "Can we go home, I need an Aspirin?"

"You're lucky that I keep some in my glove compartment." Scott adjusted her seat and then his own and reached open to pop open the drawer. He pulled out a small white bottle and poured out two small white pills. He handed them and a bottle of water that he had grabbed before he ditched the party to take Jean home. As she swallowed it he remembered why he had gone to Lookout Point instead. It wouldn't be good if he brought Jean home drunk.

"Thanks. How bad was I? What happened?"

"You started barfing your brains out. So I got you of there."

"Thanks again." Jean took another sip of the water. "Look I know I was wasted…"

"No, you were shitfaced."

Jean snorted a laugh. "Ok, I remember kissing you, I remember making out, but did I do anything inappropriate? And be honest, please." Scott sat there looking at her then leaned over and whispered into her ear everything that happened between the time that he arrived and the time that he drove them to Lookout Point. Jean's eyes widened as he spoke and when he pulled away her mouth was hanging open. "Oh, well, at least you admit that you liked it."

"I did. Can I ask you something, though?"

"Sure."

"Are you and Duncan still together?"

"No we're over. I caught him and Taryn…yeah. I was sober at the time and I remember screaming at him, "we're so over!". That's when I went and got drunk, it hurt me."

"How much did you drink?"

"Four cups of beer and two shots of Tequila."

"Ah. That would explain it. You want to go back now?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm sure Logan is wondering where we are…"

"I don't give a fuck about Logan. But I'll say this, you're lucky you had your inhibitor on last night."

"Mm…Scott?"

"Yeah?"

Jean hesitated for a moment. "Never mind."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I was just going to say how I was going to beat myself up for this." Scott didn't laugh, she hadn't meant for it to be funny. Yet, he could tell that's what she hadn't meant to say there was something else that was bothering her. He'd let her say when she was ready.

A/N: Ok, I don't know if that's enough to get someone as drunk as Jean was, but everyone's body is different, and I'm sure that was enough to get her wasted. Anyway, REVIEW PLEASE!