Saturday.
One of the days Kitty Pryde dreaded the most.
The day she was regularly stuck on her own to think about..
Well.. Things.
At least on weekdays she was busy with class, then with homework. However on Saturdays, everybody went out. Everybody but her. Bobby had Rogue, Jubilee had her group of friends. Peter, well.
It was complicated to say the least.
But nonetheless, like every other Saturday, she found herself slowly sinking onto a wooden bench rooted in the middle of the courtyard, intently overlooking the small decorative pond. Eyes following the occasional dragonfly that whizzed past.
"Pryde right?"
Kitty looked up.
Standing slightly to her font-right was a man about her age, maybe a year or two older. Complete with the baggy sweatpants and the somewhat spiked sandy brown mop of hair.
But she recognized him as John Allerdyce.
"Mm." She mumbled somewhat audibly. Turning to look at him.
His gaze lingered on her face and gradually descended towards her seat, where her bottom was perched.
Heat creeped up her neck and she began to blush furiously. Kitty had, apparently, noticed his gaze.
"You're sitting on my jacket" He stated simply. Cocking his head to the side expectantly.
"You're jacket?" she froze putting a hand down by her side, fingertips brushing on a soft yet scratchy material.
"Mmhmm" He sighed.
The just stopped and stared at each other. Another few seconds passed before John irritably leaned over and tugged his flattened jacket out from under her. She shot out of the bench, in surprise. Accidentally phasing herself knee deep into the ground.
John raised his eyebrows mockingly and laughed.
Slightly embarrassed, Kitty pushed herself out of the ground and regained her composure. She seized the moment to study him while he was buttoning up his jacket.
To her surprise he was, in fact, quite short. But that was probably because she was used to him strutting around in his heavy black combat boots that upped his height a few inches. She never really did pay much attention to him before he left for Magneto.
Bobby must've trashed them when he had pulled John out of the battle. Thank god for that.
John is definitely less frightening when you can see him at eye-level.
A noise interrupted Kitty thoughts and she blinked. She had been staring at his eyes, and he had noticed.
Without any notice John just turned and stalked away towards the door.
Kitty just stared after him, and slowly, a smile crept up her lips and spread itself onto her face.