A.N: Sorry for such short chapters, they'll get a bit longer, I promise! A big 'Hey!' to my first reviewer, Rogue 14! Thanks! - Here we go again!

Disclaimer:It is seldom indeed that one parts on good terms, because if one were on good terms, one would not part. -Marcel Proust


Chapter Two

"Your turn, Rouge." Kitty informed her roommate.

"Greaaaaaaat." Rouge sarcastically replied.

"And...Rouge?"

Turning from her path for the door, Rouge raised an eyebrow at the pout on Kitty's face.

"When he tells you in won't hurt…don't believe him!"

Rouge laughed and left the room. Kitty rubbed her arm and sat down on the bed. Glancing at the phone, she gave an exasperated sigh.

I wish Lance would call.

Immediately, she contradicted herself.

No I don't. He's jerk. I wouldn't talk to him if he crawled here begging me to take him back…I think.

Grabbing at her diary, she began to vent her feelings, complaining about Kurt.

-Meanwhile, at the BoM house-

Lance kicked the wall. He wanted so badly to kick something else.

Someone else.

'Too bad Toad isn't home.' He thought to himself. 'He'd be great to kick. Nah. I'm not that desperate. I'd probably get slime on my boots.'

He leaned his forehead against the window, letting the cool window pane distract him from his inner pain. He sighed again. 'Why does she have to be so- so stubborn?' He pounded the wall again with his fist, barely feeling the impact on his hand. "It's been over 2 weeks…doesn't she even miss me?" He felt the acute pulling of his emotions; both anger and sadness.

'…like I miss her?'