Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evo, so there. P

Notes: Takes place during 'Walk on the Wild Side'.

Jean padded down the hall and into the kitchen, feeling the cold linoleum through her socks. She opened the fridge just enough to reach inside and close her hand around a bottle of juice.

"Where were you tonight?" Jean leapt in surprise, pulling the juice out, clipping it on the side of the fridge. "Studying...in my room." Point in fact she and the Bayville Sirens had been out busting crime, but she wasn't about to tell Scott that.

"Studying?"

"Yeah, big test tomorrow on cavemen."

"Are you going to tell me Amara, Kitty and Rogue were all studying as well?"

"How should I know," she snapped back. Jean turned the cap on the juice bottle to find it horribly stuck, as sometimes happened with juice bottles. Ordinarily she would have used the edge of her shirt to get a firmer grip on the sucker but she wasn't about to do that with her nightgown, especially with Scott watching. Instead, she adjusted her grip and tried again.

"Don't lie, Jean. I know you were out tonight. Is that gel in your hair?"

"What does it matter, Scott? So I put gel in my hair." Why wouldn't the cap just twist off? "Going to bust me for putting gel in my hair? It'd be the first time you noticed anything about my hair besides the fact that it's red."

"Jean, I notice so much more than that..."

"What? Tits and ass? Just like every other guy at Bayville High?"

A bamf and whiff of brimstone took her attention away for a moment to a rather annoyed Kurt. "Keep it down, would you? Some of us have a Physics test tomorrow and are trying to study."

"Everyone's got a test tomorrow it seems," Scott responded.

Kurt glared back, surveying the situation. "And could you two please keep the sexual tension to a minimum?"

"Shut up, Kurt," the two responded.

"Fine," he yelled before bamfing out.

"You know I'm not like that, Jean," Scott defended, continuing their discussion before they were interrupted. "Just because that's what Duncan pays attention to."

"Now you're going to pick on my boyfriend?"

"You were picking on him earlier today, I saw you."

"Yeah, but he's my boyfriend, I have nagging rights."

"Well, maybe you should share those rights, he's got a lot to nag about."

"Such as..."she prompted, daring him to say more.

"Such as the fact that I don't think he's the right kind of guy for you to date. He isn't the smartest guy around and it seems like you're just as fed up with his antics as everyone else."

"Well, Scott, you picked a great time to let me know exactly how you feel about him. Maybe next time you'll let me know your decision on who's worthy to date me before I go ahead without your approval. God, what is it with guys lately? Is it "Prince in Shining Armor" month? I'm not your girlfriend, Scott," she tried opening the bottle once more, " I don't have to check in with you when I want to go somewhere."

"Well thank God for small favors," he snapped, grabbing the bottle from her hands and with one twist snapped off the cap. Scott handed it back to Jean who stood speechless as he started to leave.

"I loosened it up for you," she retorted right as he reached the door.

"No you didn't," he shot back, leaving Jean alone with her juice and thoughts.

fin.