Helloooooooooooooooooo! ya know, like that episode of Seinfeld…anyway here ya go. The final chapter of my beloved story :(


Jean woke up and gave a long yawn as she stretched her long limber body. She went over to the mirror and barely glanced at the clock. It was getting pretty late. She sighed and bit her lip at the humiliation she would have to undergo, her reputation was now mutilated. She took her sweater off and pulled down her tank top and noticed the bruises on her neck.

She heard her cell vibrate and looked over at it; flipping it open she noticed Adam's name on the cell. She looked over at a still sleeping Lance and walked over to the window and answered the phone as low as she could.

"Hello," she whispered. She heard a soft laugh and rolled her beautiful green eyes in disgust. "What?"

"You know what I want…everyone's been talking about you and him in school…is it true?" Adam asked, not mentioning any names.

Jean looked over at Lance's form on the bed. His body was taut and muscular, his straight brown hair falling on his face and his soft peach lips in the form of a pout. She gave a soft smile at the image, sure that no one would believe there might be just a tad bit of an angel under there somewhere.

"No…no it's not true. I-I think you should stop calling me and if you want you can find yourself another tutor," she said, this time seriously. She heard a scoff on the other side.

"Bull, you're not gonna give up teaching. Come on baby girl, don't fight it…" he said, trying to urge her on.

"Look Adam, I'm not some easy lay, in case you didn't know. Mistakes happen and we move on. And I tend to move on, from you. So go jerk off," she said.

"Doesn't matter anyway. I was just talking to you to get with that pussy-cat or kitty-cat or whatever you call her. I bet she's a better lay then you," he yelled into the phone. Jean grew angry at the fact that he had used her for his own personal benefit.

"If you ever touch her, or go near her, I swear I'll rip your balls off with my teeth," she responded and hung up on him. She crossed her arms and stared out the window. She didn't even hear the bed move.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day of little miss perfect telling a guy she would rip his balls off with her teeth," Lance mumbled. She looked over at him and saw a cocky smile on his face before laughing. "So who's the her?"

Jean's smile faltered at the thought of saying her name. But what would it matter? It was apparent that maybe Kitty was prettier then her, maybe guys liked girls who were short and slim, not tall like she was. There was something sultry about a brunette while redheads were dealt the wild card.

"He…he was talking about Kitty…he was just telling me that he…that he hooked up with me to get to her," she said. Lance's brows furrowed in mild anger at the idea of anyone hurting Kitty.

"I'll kick his ass before he gets near her," Lance said and looked at the alarm clock next to his bed. He then looked at Jean who gave a slight smile.

Jean raised a brow and began to get ready to go.

"I'll do the same for you," he finished. Jean looked over at him with a wider smile.

"You're a player Alvers," Jean said and began to walk away.

"Not at all Grey," he said with slight snide at her name. She turned around and walked slowly towards him, using her powers to set her sweater on his floor. He started laughing as she crawled across his bed towards him.

"So tell me Alvers…am I the first red-head?" she asked. Lance crawled over to her and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth.

"You mean a natural red-head?" he asked and she leaned back and gave him a glare before he laughed again and started to take off her tank top. "Yeah…and what they say about them is true…"

"What do they say?" she whispered. He laid her back on the bed and the question remained unanswered.


Kitty and Scott were laid out on the hood of his car as they stared at the beautiful lake before them. They hadn't touched since they left the house after the recreational incident. Instead they had talked about how to deal with the new change of life at the institute and their fears over Jean finding out their new status. They decide to approach the situation with honesty and truth.

"Ya know…we're almost finished with the summer," Kitty said into the silence. She heard Scott sigh and wondered what was running through his mind.

"I know…I'm about to go into college. My first year at Bayville University. I'm terrified, I'm gonna be surrounded by crazy teachers and jocks. Kitty…I might become…a Fraternity boy…" He said. Kitty laughed at the thought of Scott surrounded by kegs of beer. Then she noticed the serious look on his face. "I wouldn't have made it if you hadn't helped me with the math, thanks," he added. Kitty shrugged and smiled as a response. She bit her lip and looked over at him.

"I have a surprise for you…" she said and slid off the car. She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope. She climbed back on the car and handed him the letter before lying back down. He read it to himself and looked over at her with a happily surprised look on his face.

"Are you serious Kitty? You're going to college with me?" he asked. She nodded her head in excitement.

"I was gonna say no, but I figured that if I have the chance to skip senior year then…maybe it would be nice to start off the year…with you…"

"Yeah, but what about prom? And Senior activities and the trip?" he asked hurriedly. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I can still do those things. They're, like, letting me participate in their activities, but even if they didn't…it wouldn't matter. Being with you is all I need."

"How did you do it?" he asked, regarding her managing to skip school.

"Let's just say Summer school has been a great asset to my academic career," she said aloud and to herself, and to my heart.

They continued in silence while Kitty waited for a response from him but didn't receive any. The silence was amicable, but there was a mild tension at their insecurities of their new relationship. He broke it rather awkwardly.

"Kitty…" Scott said.

"Hmm," she answered, slightly sleepy from their previous adventure the night before. She looked over at him and smiled at the knot on his head. Why was it always poor Scott who tended to be the abused under the circumstances?

"I just…I just wanted to tell you that…that whatever happens I'm not gonna let you go again. I'm always trying to do what I think is right and sometimes, what's right isn't what we think it is," he said. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I feel like I can do anything when I'm around you…I love you."

Kitty smiled and waited for the perfect kiss. It would be just the right time, not hurried, not guilty, not forgotten due to sheer excitement, but the one she had been waiting to receive for her whole life. She waited and waited and yet it didn't come.

She continued to wait while Scott lay out on the car with his hands to himself, staring up at the beautifully grayish sky. Why was he not moving towards her? She sat up on her elbows quickly and he followed suit, looking about madly.

"What's wrong Kitty? Is it the Brotherhood?" he asked, his hands, as usual darting to his glasses. She sat up and looked over at him.

"I kinda learned something too," she said. He cocked his head to the side as he lowered his hand to his lap.

"What?" he asked, as prim and proper as he was. Kitty smiled and leaned over towards him. She pushed him down on the car and leaned over his face, her ponytail lying across his cheekbone.

"That men are absolutely clueless…" She said and kissed him with all the pent up passion she held inside and with all the love that flowed through her body and reach his own. The sun had begun to set before the two love birds could even realize the beauty that surrounded them, lost in their own sense of beautiful.

Summer school had taught them an unforgettable lesson indeed.