Chapter 2

Jealous, Rogue? Never. Of course she wasn't jealous. Just because Kitty and Bobby came out of the woods hand-in-hand with notorious make-out hair was no reason for jealousy. Well, she was trying to convince herself that she wasn't jealous. But then why was she suddenly so angry at Kitty?

Well, there was a perfectly logical explanation. Kitty was far too perfect and happy. She was a sweet little small-town raised girl, and was superior to Rogue in the eyes of almost everyone. While Kitty had been prom queen Rogue was president of the theatre, both a techie and an actor, dubbed the 'queen gothic tectress' by the rest of the performing arts department. Rogue had recently gone Goth, while Kitty was a cheerleader. Kitty was adorable, and Rogue- at least in her mind- was far from pretty. At least Rogue could attempt to convince herself Kitty was secretly a bitch. Kitty was the class president, Rogue wouldn't show school spirit if her life depended on it. Despite the fact that Rogue was graceful when she felt like it she couldn't compare to all of Kitty's grace that came with being a debutant. Hell, until Kitty had been bragging about it Rogue had never even heard of a debutant, which was apparently another word for someone that had enough cash to waste over $100 taking lessons in ballroom dancing and manners and balancing books on their head and all that shit. What freak would do that, anyway? When is the ability to waltz with a textbook on your head going to pay off?

Everybody loved Kitty alright, everybody except Rogue, who at the moment was seriously tempted to give the girl a black eye. Idiotic, slutty, loathsome, boyfriend stealing, repulsive, walks-through-walls-without-any-regard-for-privacy, little whore! There was a loud thud as Rogue threw Kitty's stereo at the wall, having only realized she was holding it after she let go. It would normally have caught her attention that the stereo had been on fire, but these weren't normal circumstances. This wasn't your typical depressed and hiding it with anger Rogue, or your slightly pissed Rogue, this was paranoid bordering on pissed and depressed Rogue. Besides, it had hit Kitty's NSYNC poster, which Rogue had wanted to destroy ever since her roommate had put it up. Now there was a slightly burnt hole in the wall and the poster was a pile of ash on the floor.

Rogue attempted to calm herself, and almost succeeded. Her attempts failed when she remembered the fact that Bobby and Kitty were holding hands earlier. Lightening flashed outside suddenly, and Rogue vaguely wondered what had angered the resident weather-witch. Maybe she'd finally asked Kurt out and he'd rejected her. Maybe, Rogue thought angrily, he was also secretly in love with Kitty Pryde. Maybe Kitty had been seducing all the males in the institute, along with the lesbians, and Bobby had been the lucky one just so Kitty could get revenge on Rogue for painting half the room dark green. Or maybe Kurt wasn't involved at all and Storm was secretly a lesbian and had seen Kitty with Bobby and was pissed about that! Rogue was on a roll now, and there was no stopping her irrational chain of thoughts. "Hell, maybe I was just paranoid and Bobby and Kitty were just friends till now but they'll somehow decide I have anger-management issues when they see the fucking hole in the wall and the broken stereo and… Wait a minute, since when was I strong enough to put a hole in the wall? And why is it singed? Ah, who cares. I'm probably just being paranoid and they're just friends… I hope. Otherwise, I guess if I'm really that strong it'll just be easier to kill the cat," Rogue thought. She was still far from shaking her anger and paranoia, but at least for now her roommate would survive the night in their room. As long as she didn't try to wake Rogue up in the morning, or talk to Rogue, smile at Rogue, or look at Rogue. Just as long as she didn't do any of that, or use her powers around Rogue, the girl would be fine.

Ghosting through the wall, the girl of the hour was beaming and as soon as she saw the hole in the wall and Rogue she asked "Are you ok? What happened?"

Rogue glared, and stormed out of the dorm to do a personalized danger-room session where all the bad-guys looked like Kitty. Lots and lots of Kitty Prydes with books on their heads, wearing ball-gowns and those damn 'Miss America' sashes. Rogue could imagine Kitty being Miss America. It was easy. It was also incredibly easy to imagine herself on the news with the headline "DEADLY MUTANT ASSASSINATES MISS AMERICA" with the words "A mutant known only as Rogue claims Miss Kitty Pryde, Miss America, was once her best friend and then went behind Rogue's back with Rogue's boyfriend. This story is doubted to be true, and Rogue is facing execution or life in jail."

Rogue programmed the danger room so the session was perfect, then spent several hours destroying Kitty robots.