A/N: I'm finally back! Not that anyone missed me, of course, but hey! Another reflective, angsty chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter 5-His Heart Full Of Love…

Felicia Hardy sat on the edge of her bed. It was stupid, she knew it was. Why had she even bothered to ask him for a drink, when all that it would lead to was him going home to his cosy life and his wife? She knew she shouldn't have stormed out either, but she hadn't been able to help it. When she'd seen Mary Jane in Peter's arms she'd had a sudden glimpse of how it always was going to be. Those two together, in their own world while she watched from the sidelines. It didn't matter how much Peter told her he loved her; it wouldn't change anything. He was married and to him, that meant everything was over between them. He might as well not love her at all. Felicia lay back sadly.

Mary Jane Watson. Most popular girl in high school. Every boy in the place wanted to date her. Felicia hadn't been jealous. After they left she became Mary Jane Watson, the top fashion model. Every boy in America wanted to date her. Felicia still hadn't been jealous. She had no reason to be. She was pretty, men liked her and she had one thing 'M.J' could never have- mutant abilities. Felicia had been so sure that Mary Jane would never give her any cause for envy. Then she became Mary Jane Parker, Peter Parker's wife. Felicia had immediately felt the cold stab of jealousy.

Why? Why did he have to choose her? He said he didn't love her but that didn't, couldn't, change the fact that he had married her. Peter was such an honourable; faithful man that he would not cheat on Mary Jane.

"Damn you Peter." She hissed angrily. "Damn you and your honour!" Her voice rose as she stood, then shrieked, falling back on her bed in despair.

This wasn't doing any good she realised. All she could do was live with it. That was what women in her situation had to do. They went on every day, pretending nothing was wrong, secretly hurting. And she was no different. Inside her heart would be breaking, her makeup ruined with unseen tears, but her smile would stay on. She could love him when she was on her own. And that was all she could do.

They were living a lie, Peter and her both. He was pretending to be in love, she pretending not be. And

Felicia didn't know how much longer she could stand it. But she had to.

"Just remember that he loves you." She whispered to herself. It was only that knowledge that would keep her going, as, in his desperation not to break Mary Jane's heart, Peter had forgotten one thing:

He had broken Felicia's.

Katherine Pryde sat on the edge of her bed. Why had she been so stupid? She knew she shouldn't have slammed out like that, but she hadn't been able to stop herself. Seeing Amanda in Kurt's arms had given her a huge jolt. She didn't know why- hadn't she been the first to know about their relationship? Hadn't Kurt told her before anyone else? Yes! So why did she storm out? Because she'd realised something. It was always gonna be Kurt and some other girl, while she waited and watched on the sidelines. It didn't matter that she was Kurt's best friend, that couldn't change anything. Although it had seemed for a while like he had a crush on her, he had obviously been fooling around. He didn't love her at all. She lay back sadly.

Love seemed like a strong word to use, but Kitty could find no other. It had been hard to ignore her growing feelings for Kurt. Eventually she had admitted to herself that she liked him. But as her feelings became stronger, Kitty had to concede that she was in love. At the time she had laughed at herself. People didn't fall in love at the age of 15. But the more she thought about it, the more it became clear that she was. She had successfully hidden the signs from the rest of the world, keeping a playful, jokey exterior so no one guessed how she felt. The way her breath caught in her throat when she saw him had never been detected; the inexplicable tingles that ran up and down her body whenever their hands brushed were never noticeable.

But there was no denying the way he made her feel. The way he could make her laugh more than anyone else could; the way she felt safest with him, knowing that he would protect her. When things went wrong, he was the first person she'd go to. He'd hold her, and somehow… everything would seem alright, even if it were just for those few short moments. No matter what they were doing, he could make her forget everything else, forget the fact that they were both outcasts from society who would be hated and feared if their secret got out and just … be. And that was hard to ignore.

Even harder to ignore was her growing jealousy of Amanda. Thinking back, Kitty had never thought that Amanda Sefton would ever give her cause for envy. Then she became Kurt's' girlfriend. For four months she had struggled with anger and jealousy.

Why? Why did Kurt never notice her? She was always waiting next to him, hoping he would realise he loved her. A hollow dream. He couldn't see her that way.

"Damn you Kurt!" She hissed. "Damn you!"

Realising she had shouted, she phased out the door and checked to see if anyone had heard. No one was on the corridor at least. She phased in and fell back on the bed.

Shouting wasn't gonna help. All she could do was live with the fact that he saw her as a best friend- nothing more. Other people did it. They went around, living their lives, pretending nothing was wrong, secretly hurting. That was what she had to do. Let her heart break and love him on her own, keeping her smile on. That was the only thing she could do.

A/N: This is shorter than I realised. Oh well, please review. Thank you Bubba Hyde for being my only reviewer on the last chapter. Don't know about the cat fight thing though…