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Chapter 5

It was such a beautiful afternoon, the sun was shining bright, there was a light breeze, and the scent of newly blossomed flowers filled the air. The lake beckoned to anyone close begging for someone to stir the almost calm water with a boat or a swim. It was the perfect day to be outside and just enjoy nature and all it had to offer, even though Ororo had had a little to do with the beautiful sunshine that spilled over the grounds. Even she was proud of the natural splendor that just happened every spring without her so much as lifting a finger.

And like I said before, it's such a beautiful day outside and I'm stuck inside here with Mr. Horndog Summers. You know after that night in the gym a month ago I had to admit that I knew we would wind up sleeping together, and I had assumed that it would something special that we shared every now and then, but oh was I wrong. Scott wants nothing else to do with the rest of the world, all he wants to do is constantly bed me. I didn't think I could ever hate him, even after he "attacked" me in the DR.

Thinking on it now, he hated me then, he hated me, why can't I hate him? All I want is to be outside right now, I wouldn't object to possible lovemaking by the lake, or making out in the shade of one of the blossoming trees, but I would much rather be outside than stuck in here listening to Scott mumble in his sleep while I wait for him to wake up and call me back me over.

I suppose you want to know why I hate him. Again, like I said before, all he wants to do is bed me. We could be sitting around doing absolutely nothing and I'll ask him what he would like to do and he says, "let's go make love", or simply, "Let's go have sex". He can be so blatant about it that it pisses me off and makes me hate him. And it's not just now and then when I ask him, its every single freakin' time. I'm beginning to think he's in this relationship now only for the sex.

"Jean…"

Jean looked up from her journal over to her bed and saw Scott sitting up the sheet falling from around him and baring his naked upper half. Jean was so used to seeing it, it no longer made her gasp in surprise or turned her on. She continued to stare at him not even noticing when her thin white robe fell from her shoulder enough to half hide and half expose her left breast. Jean couldn't tell if Scott was staring at her or her exposure, but her guess would have to be her exposed self.

"Yes, Scott?"

"Come here." Jean shut her journal and left it on the desk then walked over to Scott in the bed and shrugged her robe off her naked body then laid down in the bed beside Scott. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her on top of him parting her thighs with his knee and thrusting himself between them. Jean arched her back restricted by Scott's embrace about her waist tilting her head back, her long red hair falling around her shoulders. "Scott, how many times do I have to tell you to be gentle? I may not be glass but I'm not adamantium either."

"Stop complaining, you know you love this part." Scott flipped them and perched himself on top then began making love to her. If they weren't the only two in the mansion he would tell her to scream, but he knew they were younger students just down the hall and it wouldn't be proper if they heard Little Miss Jean Grey, miss prim and proper, begging even pleading for Scott in an avid way. He finished and collapsed beside her breathing hard. Jean rolled over onto her side facing away from him, crossing her head for support and snuggling under the sheet for warmth, not that her body wasn't already hot. She could hear Scott groan softly and he rolled over his arm falling across her bare side. How much longer was this going to go on? She needed to get away now. Rising from the bed she drew her robe around her and walked to the bathroom, locked the door and kept the light off. Her shower was quick she didn't want to risk waking Scott. After she dressed she made sure Scott still wasn't awake then grabbed her journal and left closing the door behind her quietly.

She walked downstairs with determination in her step, she knew what she was going to say, she knew what she was going to do. It was over. When she reached the door she hesitated in opening it. Rogue was almost yelling on the other side.

"You'll let Jean and Scott sleep together, but you won't let me have friends over." Rogue started. "Professor-"

"What did you say?" Logan asked sitting up on the couch arm immediately. He had brought Rogue in to speak to Xavier after he had heard that Rogue had invited her friend over for dinner.

"Logan, relax." Xavier said holding up a hand. The door opened and Jean walked in. Logan gave her a look of sheer disapproval.

"Don't start with me, Logan. I'm ending it with Scott. Professor, I want to move my room."

"Jean… let me finish with Rogue and I'll talk with you. Logan, will you take her?"

"Yeah. Come on, Red." Logan took Jean's arm and to his surprise she didn't pull back. He led her out to the foyer and they sat on the couch. Jean covered her face in her hands almost immediately and began to cry softly. "What happened, Jean? Did he hurt you?"

"Not physically."

"You want to explain?"

"Yes, just give me a second." Logan reached over to the small table beside the couch and pulled a few tissues from the mini box and handed them to Jean. "Thanks." She muttered then blew her nose and dried her eyes. "First, Rogue knows because she caught Scott and I making out in the gym last month. She told me when she overheard Scott telling some of the guys about it. She said she thought I might want to know that Scott was blabbing all over the place about our private lives. I thanked her for it then I let Scott have it verbally, and he calmed me down sexually. It's been a roller coaster ever since. All he wants to do is have sex."

"Well, he is an eighteen-year-old male, Jean."

"That excuse is so old, Logan. I'm sure even Scott can think of a better one."

"Jean," Logan was about to give her his personal advice on Scott when Professor Xavier's door opened and Rogue walked out telling Jean she could go in. Jean kissed Logan on the cheek, thanked him for listening and walked into the Professor's study.

"So you want to move your room because why, Jean?"

"Because I'll never be able to get far enough away from Scott, Professor, but I want to try and get as far enough away as I possibly can. He's just pushed me to a level where I don't want to be with him and I want to get away. I need to get away."

Xavier knew it was pointless to argue with her, when Jean's mind was set it was set. "All right." He said nodding. "I'll move your room to the east wing. You may begin moving your things as soon as you wish."

"As soon as Scott clears out of my room the sooner I can get started. Thank you, Professor." Xavier nodded, Jean smiled and exited.

"Get up." Jean demanded walking into her room and slamming the door shut behind her. Scott jerked from his sleep and sat up immediately.

"The fuck…" he muttered. "What's going on?"

"I said get up, I need you out. I have cleaning to do."

Scott looked around Jean's room, it was as clean as could be and past that. "Whatever you say." He got out of her bed and pulled his pants on. "Have fun cleaning." He muttered as he passed her and kissed her cheek. "See you later, love."

Jean turned her head to watch Scott leave a very satisfied smile on her face. She was getting her life back to herself and breaking it off with Scott was the first step to peace.

A/N: short again, I know. I've been really busy with school and work and I haven't had time to sit down and think all of this through, I just getan idea and type it up before it goes out of my head. I'm sure you've all been there, and some really good stuff should be coming soon if I could just clear my head.