During Dinner Jean sat at a table with Scott, Hank, and a Cajun with piercing red and black eyes whom she had never met before, Rogue, Jamie, and Storm. The students were scattered around at different tables.

During dinner, Jean found out that Rogue had
graduated school and was becoming a member of the X-men, and that the Cajun was named Remy Lebeau, or Gambit. He was Rogue's on and off boyfriend, and he was a major flirt. Jean figured she would have found out more, but she was too busy watching Jamie and Scott to listen to the conversations around her.

Had Scott ever looked at her like that? Like she was
everything to him? Had she ever be able to make him
feel calm and at peace as Jamie could? Had she ever
been able to make him smile like Jamie could? "I love
you…" The words came from Scott, and they were a
whispered. Only meant for Jamie to hear but Jean heard
it; loud and clear. And she waited for the hurt, for
the pain. But to her surprise the feeling never came.
Jean began to smile. Things were going to be okay.
Jamie and Scott were in love, and if Scott dare hurt
her little sister, she'd hurt him.

Jean suddenly felt watched. She looked around the
table. Everyone was engrossed in their own
conversation. Scott and Jamie, Rogue and the Cajun,
Xavier, Hank and Storm. They were all talking amongst
them selves. Then who was watching her? Was anyone
watching her in the first place? Jean examined the
whole room; no one was watching her, they were all
eating the delicious home-cooked meal that Jamie had
made. There, in the corner of the room, Logan stood
watching her, with an intense stare. So Logan was the
one watching. But why? They held their eye contact
for, one, two, three, four, five seconds. Jean broke
their eye contact. She knew Logan wouldn't break it.
No, it was part of who he was. Part of the beast
that lurks within him and that didn't back down from a
challenge. Jean ate some more of the home-cooked meal,
before she looked back up. Logan was gone.

Jean stayed at the table, picking at her food a bit
longer before she excused herself. Everyone around the
table turned to look at Jean, "Are you okay?" Jamie
asked, concerned.

"Yes, everything is fine. I'm just tired, that's
all." She said with a fake but convincing yawn before
she turned and walked up to her room.

Jean closed the door behind her and leaned back
against it. There were so many thoughts in her head,
and so many emotions at once. She closed her eyes and
tried to clear her head.

Her relationship with Scott was already down in the
dumps before Logan came, and Jean wanted out, she just
didn't want to hurt Scott. And she knew that he wanted
out too, but he didn't want to hurt her. And then
Logan came. They couldn't break things off with Logan
around. That was just what he wanted, wasn't it? Logan
was one of the reasons they stayed together. Scott
started feeling jealous whenever he caught Logan and
her alone in a room, with her face always flushed. The man always teased! Always seemed to know
what to say to make her blush! So, she and Scott
stayed together and Scott needed to touch more. He
needed to hold her hand, to kiss her, to whisper
sweet little nothings in her ear, around Logan. Only
around Logan. And she needed it too. They both did to
convince themselves that they still loved each other,
because they were both afraid of letting go.

Jean pushed herself of the door and changed out of
her clothes into a large sleeping T-shirt before she
slipped between the crisp white sheets and the bed.
She needed the sleep. That's all. Her head would be
clear in the morning. Hopefully.