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They left together and arrived together to eat in a different room this time. It was an evening dinning room, only used for dinner meals. It held two long wood tables whose varnish gleamed in the soft light the chandeliers gave off. Lara spotted Bobby and Rouge waving at them.
"Are they always so happy?" she leaned over and whispered to John. He smirked and headed over to where they were.
"Look! I saved two seats this time!" Bobby teased when they sat down.
"Glad to see your intelligence level has increased," John said dryly. Lara put her hand up casually to hide her grin, a habit she picked up from Pyro in the few days she'd been here. The chefs served some type of soup that had chicken and cheese in it. Whatever. It was good. Lara spotted her teachers, the X-Men, sitting at the head of her table. She caught Logan's eye and he shot her a glare. Lara simply stuck her tongue out at him and then turned back to her soup. She heard someone sit down on her other side and glanced over to see Darren. He smiled casually and she smiled back half-heartedly. Why? Because Pyro had the other half of her heart.
She walked back to her room, escorted by John. They were silent the entire way, just mulling over a few things in their brains. Lara stopped at her door and smiled at him tiredly.
"Goodnight, Hot-Shot," she whispered and walked inside.
"You too." John whispered back as she closed the door behind her. He turned and walked back down the long hallway towards his dorm. They were going to the dance as friends. Nothing else. They weren't 'together' like Bobby and Rouge, just friends. He was happy with that, but why did he feel like he wanted something more? He sighed and was two doors away from his own when a voice called out to him.
"Hey, Firebug! Got a minute?" Darren stepped out from behind a column and walked up to him. Pyro stopped and looked at him, a bored expression on his face.
"She's cool, huh? Lara?" Darren smirked, "I couldn't find her after you washed up. You know where she went?" Pyro shrugged.
"Not my fault she has a weakness for ice cream." Darren's expression hardened and he shoved his face into Pyro's.
"Stay away from her. She's mine."
"Really? Then why have I heard that she has a date to the dance already?" he shot back. A look of worry flitted across Darren's features for a split-second.
"You just stay away, Fire Hazard, or I'll put you out for good." Pyro snorted in amusement.
"I'd like to see you try. What is it? Wavemaster?" Pyro drew out Darren's name, making fun of him, and opened his door. Darren shot him a glare and John simply shut the door on him in response.
"Idiot." He grinned. He couldn't wait until the dance.
Lara: See? You're looking forward to dancing now.
Pyro: Only so I can rub it in that snob's face!
Darren: Hey! I'm only acting!
Pyro: Sure...
Lara and RTD: Men.