Disclaimer: I do not own X-men: Evolution, any of its characters, Emma Frost or Wing. They are all property of Marvel.

"You should just tell her," Rogue said for the twentieth time.

"I know, I know," Kitty sighed as they walked down the stairs towards the dining room. "I'm just…waiting for the right time. It's like, really not something you can say in passing, ya know?"

"Ah guess. But…just…don't take to long, ok? Ah mean, if Ah was in her position, Ah'd want you to tell me."

"I'll keep that in mind," she muttered lightly. "Let's not talk about this during breakfast though, k?"

"Obviously," her roommate answered with an eye roll, taking her seat at the table while Kitty walked to the other side, as far away from Jean as possible.

Kitty managed to smile at the waffles placed in front of her already smothered in butter and syrup from Vermont. She cut them slowly, and brought the small pieces to her mouth. They tasted exactly like…well, like she had made them, and she was sure that it wasn't Ororo's fault. Apparently, keeping a huge secret from one of your best friends made you nauseas no matter what you were eating.

Knowing that if she even thought of putting another piece into her mouth that she'd be sick, she simply cut them up some more and pushed it around her plate. At least that looked like she'd eaten something. "Hey, Kurt?" She got her friends attention from across the table. "I'm not really hungry, you want the rest of my waffles?"

"Sure, Katzchen!" He held out his plate and she pushed it across with her fork. "You sure you don't want them, though?"

"Positive." She sipped her milk lightly until Amara whispered in her ear, "I just lost my appetite too."

Miss Frost came in, pouring herself a cup of coffee as she smiled at everyone. "Good morning. Isn't it nice out?"

"Actually, it's rather overcast," Jean grumbled.

Scott stood up so suddenly that his chair almost flipped over. "I'll be waiting in the car for anyone who wants a ride. Thanks for breakfast," he smiled at Ororo before pushing towards the front door.

"At least he's trying," Kitty mumbled to herself. "I'll see you later, Amara." She got up and followed him outside, staring at the floor. It was too hard to try to meet anyone's eyes. Am I such a goody-two-shoes that I can't even keep one secret from my friends without freaking?

She sat in the backseat and was glad Scott didn't try to strike up some sort of conversation. He seemed lost in his own world and Kitty realized that they were probably pondering the same thing: Jean. What he'd done to her and how she didn't tell her. They sat in silence until the rest of the group joined them and they drove to Bayville High.

There was no jeep in the parking lot and Kitty realized that there was little chance Lance would have come that early. She wished that he was there; anything to distract her would help at the moment. By the way Rogue glanced at her, it seemed she'd visibly flinched when Jean gave Scott a kiss before hurrying to class.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. If the teachers cared about her like they had before the revelation that she was a mutant, they would have asked her what was wrong. She didn't write a single note, raise her hand to answer a single question and she almost forgot to pass her homework up once.

Most of the time she stared out the window, and not even to ogle the track team. Over and over again she ran the scene from yesterday through her brain. Emma kissed him. Maybe it was shock, but he didn't push her away immediately. Scott loved Jean though. He'd never want to hurt her. Miss Frost, however, was a different story.

There was so much going through her head right now and she wasn't sure how to sort it out. Jean really should know. How to tell her was a different story. Hey, Jean, by the way, your boyfriend is cheating on you with the biggest slut on the face of the planet. Just thought you'd like to know. She sighed. Yeah, right, that was gonna happen.

Kitty didn't even realize third period was over and she had walked to fourth. Routine was a good thing; she was able to go through the day without as much as a thought to it. But fourth period was an unusual jolt in the routine.

"Kitty? Kitty!"

"Huh?" She glanced up at Lance, who stood next to her desk looking annoyed. "Oh, hey."

"I've been calling you for three minutes. Something wrong?"

"Just…got something on my mind, that's all. How'd your interview go?" She smiled at him, glad she'd remembered with everything else going on.

"Really good. I think I may have got the job."

"That's awesome!" She leaned over and kissed him. "How about we go out tomorrow night and celebrate, on me."

"I may not have the job. We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves," He grinned at her. "But I think it'll be ok. Pick you up at seven tomorrow night?"

"That sounds great." She squeezed his hand again, thankful that one class could keep her attention off the Jean-Scott-Emma matter.

"Alright, for the first part of class today," Mrs. Smith began, "We'll be working on our projects. I have the list of guidelines for your presentations. You and your partner can go over them together and ask me if you have any questions."

Lance scanned the sheet. "Well, it says we'll have to be ready to answer any questions about our family based on our packet, the more detailed the better. The class is going to vote on who they think makes the best couple. Of course, no voting for yourself. Well, we have that covered."

"What makes you say that?" she asked absent-mindedly, flipping through her science book to see what she'd missed in her last class.

"Because we're the only ones who can do this and mean it," He leaned over and kissed her cheek as close to her lips as possible with her face pointed towards the text book.

She returned it lightly. "You're right. But that doesn't mean they'll vote for us."

"You're starting to sound like Rogue. Or Wanda. Or any of our other pessimistic friends. Something up?"

"Just something I have to solve myself. Hopefully I'll do it tonight if I don't lose my nerve." She forced another smile before turning her attention back to the assignment. "So, what else is on here…Extra credit."

"You can dress up or bring something from your assigned careers," Lance read, eyes lighting up. "Hey, if I demolish the school, does that count? I think Principal Kelly would be glad to know I've taken an interest in my studies."

"Yeah, right. But I could bake something! That would be fun!" She grinned, going through recipes in her head.

Most of the color drained from Lance's face; they'd never win if she poisoned everyone. He remembered the Muffin Fiasco. It was probably the only time he, Summers and the blue dude had ever agreed on anything. "Um, well, you're busy. I have to go shopping anyway, I'll just pick up some cookies from the bakery."

"Well…if you insist. I guess you're right, there's so much going on at the Institute right now I doubt I'd even be able to get the kitchen to myself. Thanks, Lance. At least let me pay for it, though," she reached in her purse for some of the allowance her parents had sent her.

"You don't have to do that," he protested, staring at the bills she held out to him.

"You guys have enough on your plate without having to pay for my stuff too. Now, either take it or I'm paying for our next five dates."

Money problems or no, Lance wasn't about to let her be the guy in the relationship. "Fine…"

The teacher had approached the front of the classroom during their brief argument. "Sorry, I forgot something. The school wanted you all to take these surveys. They shouldn't be too long and don't put your names on them, it's supposed to be confidential. Be honest. After you're done, you can resume working."

A low groan went through the students, but they started once the papers were passed back. Kitty wasn't sure how to answer: Do you feel safe at Bayville High School? Why or why not? She pondered a second before writing out her answer. I feel somewhat safe. The only time when I feel my security is threatened is when stupid football players decide that picking on someone smaller than them is their spring sport.

She continued the questions in this fashion. Most of them were general issues. Is there something we can do to benefit the school? What is your opinion on school food? What do you think your class's budget should be spent on? The only bump in her steady flow came with the last question. What do you think of the mutant menace?

Her feelings were a toss up of hurt and anger. The pencil marks made in the paper were significantly deeper, as she wrote out her response. I think nothing, as this school has no mutant "menace." By calling it such, you are insinuating that mutants are an open threat; a danger that can not be controlled. This is untrue. Pencils can be used as weapons if the user so wishes, but we still allow them in schools. Mutants are no different and should be treated like any other student. Saying that mutants are a menace is being antagonistic and provoking them to do harm. Apparently the history you presume to teach at Bayville isn't connecting to the students or their faculty: the persecution of mutants resembles that of African-American slaves and Jews during the time of the Holocaust. We should want our high school to be remembered for bright, helpful students, not for the training of a new form of Nazis.

Next to her, Lance was writing just as furiously. His brows were knitted together as he plowed through the questionnaire. She could practically hear his teeth grinding together, furious at whoever had written that up. Most likely, it had been Principal Kelly, and his feelings towards the man were already less than friendly.

Cautiously, she reached over and stroked his left hand, which held on to the edge of the desk, knuckles white with fury. He glanced over sharply, relaxing at the love he saw in her blue eyes. Picking up her hand, he gave it a gentle kiss before finishing up the work.

A few minutes later the bell rang and they were free to go. "Ready for lunch?" he asked, making himself smile as she packed her bag and passed her sheet up.

"Actually, I have to return a book to the library. Will you save our table?" she requested, pulling the offending novel out of her backpack.

"I can go with you."

"It's no big deal. Go get something to eat," she kissed him lightly before exiting the classroom with the rest of the flow of students. "See you in a few!"

She pushed past the throngs of students to get to the library and return her book. Someone tapped her on her shoulder lightly, and she turned around, preparing for the worst.

It was Rogue. "Hey, there."

"Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?" Kitty asked, fixing her backpack.

"Returning the book Ah got for our history project. Ya shoulda told me ya had somethin' to return. My fourth period class is right next door, Ah woulda done it for ya," she explained.

"That's nice of you. I'll keep that in mind. Wanna cut across the courtyard to go get lunch?" she held the door open for her roommate and they went out the large doors to their left.

Rogue was trying not to laugh as Kitty explained that she would get extra credit if she dressed up like a baker and brought in cookies for her marriage project, until she spotted a large group of students in the middle of the quad. "Oh, this is just our luck."

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" they were shouting. At the edge of the fray, Bobby suddenly saw them and ran over. "Hey, Kitty, I think you should get over there."

"Huh? Why do I care?"

"Because that's your boyfriend and Wing."

"What!" She grabbed his arm and ran towards the fight, pushing through the students. "MOVE IT!" she screamed, slamming her elbow into someone's stomach. She reached the center, where it really looked like the two were going to kill each other. At least they weren't using their powers…yet. "Guys, cut it out!"

Either they didn't hear her over the cheering or they were ignoring her. "Lance! Wing! Stop it!" She glanced helplessly at Bobby, who had an eyebrow raised in admiration.

"Man, Lance is really kicking his ass. This is more of a mutilation than a fight."

"Bobby! Do something!"

"What do you want me to do?" He asked, holding his hands up in surrender. "He's your boyfriend!"

Then one of the students shouted. "Kelly's coming!" The group scrambled away, as if they hadn't just stood there and watched the two boys beat on each other mercilessly.

"Lance, Kelly will use any excuse he can get to kick you out! Do you really want to get expelled?" she tried to reason with him. He even glanced up at her, considering the punishment, until Wing hit him square in the eye. Lance growled with fury, and went right back to try and get him back for the black eye that was already beginning to swell.

"Alright, children!" Rogue shouted at them. "If you guys won't stop, Ah'll stop ya my way!" She began to take her gloves off and both of them froze long enough for Bobby to pull Wing away and Kitty to scoot between the two.

"Lance, calm down," Kitty begged, taking his hands in hers. "Please, it's not worth it."

"C'mon, Wing," Bobby said, leading his friend away. "Let's go someplace where Kelly can't suspend you."

She mouthed 'Thank you!' to Rogue before glaring at her boyfriend. "What were you thinking! You know you could be kicked out for littering, and you still get into a fistfight!"

"I don't want to talk about it, Kitty," he grumbled, walking towards the cafeteria.

"Well, I do! I mean, it's not like you got into a fight with a football player or even Scott—that I'd understand. But why Wing? He's my friend!"

"Exactly!" He roared angrily.

"Exactly what?"

"I…I just really don't want to talk about it…"

"Why? I'm your girlfriend, Lance. You're supposed to be able to tell me everything…" she leaned on one of the large trees on campus, then folded her arms across her chest.

"Kit…" he sighed, then took her head in his hands and kissed her deeply. She leaned into it, hands bracing herself against Lance's muscular biceps.

When they finally broke off for air, she rolled her eyes, even though a smile still played on her lips. "You know, we really can't do that to solve all our relationship problems."

"Why not? Works for me," he smirked, kissing her again. "Hey, you love me, right?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I love you." She kissed his jaw. "Nothing could come between us."

"Not even Summers?"

"No one. I'd never do anything to hurt you, Lance," Kitty assured him.

"Good," he grinned and kissed her again.

She pulled away gently once they were finished and glanced at his eye. "Oh, man, Lance. Can you even see out of that?"

"Nah, it's ok though. You should see the other guy."

"That's not funny!"

Bobby jogged up to the pair. "Yo, Lance!"

"Hey, Ice Boy. What's up?"

Kitty frowned at him. "Aren't you supposed to be with Wing?"

"Nah, Rogue said she'd take him to the clinic. You really got him good, man!" he slapped Lance a high five.

"You're pigs, both of you." She turned to walk away until Lance pulled her back, placing an affectionate kiss on the top of her head. "Oh, and the bell's going to ring in like two minutes. We totally missed lunch, and like, I completely blame you."

"Alright, alright. I'll take you to get something to eat after school, ok?" Lance pleaded with her, brown eyes soft and kind.

"Fine," she sighed as her gaze fixed on his eye again. "Are you sure you can even drive with that? Maybe I should drive…"

Behind her, Bobby was frantically waving his arms as if to say "Only do that if you want to DIE!" She glared at him. "What's wrong with me driving?"

"Well, I'm sure Lance would prefer his car in one piece and not accidentally fused into a building or a tree or something."

"Shut up, Drake!" She kicked him lightly. "But, really Lance, doesn't it hurt?"

"I've had worse. Really, Kitty, it's ok."

"I've got an idea!" Bobby said suddenly. "Kitty, do you have like a handkerchief or a plastic bag or something?"

"I might." She fumbled through her backpack before producing an empty Ziploc bag. "Here."

"Thanks." Checking to see there was no one around to see him, Bobby shot several small blocks of ice into it before handing it over to Lance. "Instant ice pack."

"Aw, thanks," he held it up to his eye in relief just as the bell rang. "I'll see you later, Kit."

"Bye, guys," she gave Lance a light peck on the cheek before hurrying off to her afternoon classes.

A few hours later, Lance was dropping Kitty off at the Institute. She desperately didn't want to go inside and face Jean with her confession. Eventually, she left the jeep once her boyfriend told her he really needed to get home and they'd have plenty of time to enjoy each other's company after dinner tomorrow.

With one final kiss, she went inside, the food she'd recently eaten tossed and turned in her stomach as she walked upstairs and knocked on Jean's door. "Come in!" she called from inside.

Kitty slowly opened the door and peered inside. "Hey, Jean."

"Oh, hey. What's up?" She turned in her desk chair, putting down the pencil she'd been working on her homework with.

"I…I have something important to talk to you about," she whispered.

"Sit down," Jean frowned, gesturing to her bed. "What's wrong?"

"First, I'm only telling you this because I really think you should know and I don't like keeping things from my friends. And please don't interrupt me till I'm done, it's hard enough to say as it is." The redhead nodded and after taking a deep breath, she continued. "Yesterday I came home and I went to go look for Scott. And I saw him in his room…with Miss Frost. And they were talking I guess, and she…Jean, she kissed him. He pushed her away after a while. I just…You deserve to know. That's all I wanted to say."

Jean sat there in silence for a second. "She…she kissed him. He didn't kiss her?"

"No. But from my point of view, it doesn't look like he hated it, until he remembered you. And from what I got out of her idiot blather, there was more where that came from."

"Oh…" she nodded lightly. "Thanks, Kitty."

"You're welcome," she whispered, standing up. "I'll let you get back to what you were doing. Just…I…yeah. See you later."

Kitty shut the door behind her as she walked into the hallway. Poor Jean. She could tell that her friend was trying to be strong, trying to show Kitty that it wasn't right to lose it over a guy.

She was about to enter her room when she heard someone else knock on Jean's door: Scott. Jean opened the door solemnly. "We need to talk."

Kitty knew that it was none of her business. She knew that they should be able to work it out for themselves. That didn't stop her from going into the room next to Jeans and phasing her head through the wall near the floor.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Scott asked, taking the seat Kitty had been in a few minutes ago.

"Someone told me that Emma kissed you," Jean told him, too angry to beat around the bush.

"Who told you that?" He asked quickly.

"It doesn't matter. Did she kiss you?"

Scott hesitated for a second before nodding. "Yes. She kissed me."

"And did you kiss her back?" She held on to the edge of her desk. "Did you?"

"Maybe. I guess. I really don't know. It all happened so fast," he bit his bottom lip. "Jean…"

"So, you just let her kiss you?"

"No! What did you think I did?" He asked, brows furrowed in frustration. "Do you think I said 'Kiss me, Emma! Make me yours so I can hurt Jean, the person I love most in the whole world!'? Well, that's not what happened. I tried to stop her."

"Tried? You tried!" Jean screamed, standing up. "I guess you should have tried harder! You should have pushed her away so hard her implants popped!"

"What do you want from me?" He asked, burying his head in his hands.

"I…I don't know. I want you to be the same Scott you were two days ago," she sank back down in her chair. "But…as long as she's here, I don't think I can trust you."

"So where does that leave us?" He licked his lips and regarded her gently as a few tears slipped down her face.

"We..." Jean began to cry harder. When he reached out a hand to comfort her, she ignored her first instinct and jerked away. "I think you should go."

Scott stood up and very softly kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Jean." Then, trying to ignore her sobs, he left.

Kitty pulled out of the wall and left the room feeling more miserable than she had this morning. Jean was crying and it was her fault. No, she quickly corrected herself. It's Emma Frost's fault.

Amara was going up the stairs into her room when she stopped her. "Um, hey. You should go check on Jean." Her friend didn't answer, just went to knock on the redhead's door.

Kitty retreated to her room, planning to do all of her homework in one sweep to get her mind off of everything else. This didn't last too long as there was a knock on her bedroom door. "Come in…"

Wing opened the door and ran a hand through his orange hair. "Uh…hey."

"I'm mad at you," she told him.

"Huh? Why?"

Kitty slammed her science book shut. "Hello? Does the fist fight with my boyfriend earlier ring any bells?"

"Oh. Well, that wasn't my fault," he said.

"And why not?"

"Listen, I said something and Lance just took it the wrong way," Wing explained. "I don't even remember what it was I said. Though the fact that he might have broken my arm may have pushed that out of my head."

"Sorry about that. He can get mad kind of quick," she pushed her pencil behind her ear. "What is it that you need?"

"I'm an idiot when it comes to math. Scott was telling me earlier that you're the smartest person in their trig class, even though you're only a sophomore. I could really use the help." He held up the geometry book in his arms.

"Well, that's true. Sure, come one over." For a half hour, she worked on the tougher problems with him, relating her dislike in writing proofs.

He stood up once they were done. "Thanks, you really helped me out."

She got up and opened the door for him. "No problem. Ask any time you need help."

"I will do that. I should let you go, I'm sure you have your own stuff to do," he tucked the math book under his arm.

"Kind of. I'll see you at dinner."

"Um…hey, Kit?" He asked. When she turned towards him, he grabbed her shoulders with his hands and kissed her gently.

It felt nice. Really nice. But there was something missing. And then she remembered: This wasn't Lance. Quickly, she phased out of his grip, and pushed him out the door once she became tangible again. "Go!" After the door had slammed shut, she leaned on it for good measuring. Panting, she brushed tears away as they ran down her cheek. There was only one thing running through her mind. "Lance can never find out."

A/N: For a chapter that I thought was going to be too short, I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written. I'm not sure when the next chapter is coming out, since I'm moving within the next two weeks and I really have to pack. But I'll do my best.

Questions, comments, reactions and reviews are greatly appreciated.

Review Responses:

El Diablo: Yes, not enough people write Lancitty. That's why I have made it my job to continue writing. I hope you like it.

Wonka-tonk: AMASD is All Men Are Scum Day. It was May 5th, which just shows how long it's taken me to update. I blame school. Thank you for reading.

DOJ: We all love Lance. I just adore him. Yeah, we really don't like Emma though. She'll be getting hers…

Starrydreamz: I'm so happy you like it. I love writing Lance and Kitty together, I just think they're perfect. I hope you keep reading.

Silverjazz: Thank you, I will!

TrueRomantic: Well, Scott may have if they had actually made it to lunch. I feel kind of sorry for Scott though. Poor thing. Thanks for reading.

Jenskott: Oh, yes, torture is high on my list of what should happen to Emma. I may just have to go through my medieval England notes to see if there's anything appropriate for her…

Larg0: Well, of course we can't kill Emma yet. That would just be really anti-climactic. I'm glad you like it so much.

Starfire-hime: God, Emma grates on just about everyone's nerves, doesn't she? AMASD is All Men Are Scum Day, dedicated to my ex-boyfriends.

Anti-XYO: I want to have an ice cream party dedicated to how much I hate Emma. That would rock. AMASD is All Men Are Scum Day.

STIG: Well, I apologize, but I have to, ya know, write it all first. Sorry that you had to wait for so long!