Tempting Thoughts
Chapter 2
As soft music was playing in the Professor's privet jet, which Kitty and Amara took to get to the country, Kitty was replaying the conversation she and Bobby had before he took flight to Boston because he's mom has gotten ill.
"It is over, Bobby." Kitty said as she looked at her feet for the seventh time in a couple minuets.
"Is it because of Rogue?" He asked, anger building inside of him.
"No." She whispered.
Kitty's already reached the door when Bobby's voice stopped her yet again:
"Then it's because of Scott?"
"What?" The brunette faced Iceman, confusion written across her features. "What are you talking about?"
"I see how he looks at you. I mean, not exactly see. But he watches you. I can feel it. Can't you?"
"Scott and I are just friends." Kitty reassured Bobby. "Even if there was something between us I would never let it happened. Don't you know me at all?"
Bobby could see her hurt expression but it didn't stop him:
"I thought I did…But Scott…"
"I don't want to hear that!" Shadowcat interrupted him. "This is humiliating…I'm not about to listen to this."
Kitty looked at Amara who was fast asleep on her sit, head against the window. It was good they were going away from the institute. Kit didn't want to be there when Bobby would come back, didn't want to be there to have to talk to Scott (she knew she'd have to sometime soon)…
"I'd be glad if you would keep an eye on her." Professor finished his phone talk just as Ororo entered the room.
"Professor?" She asked to get his attention. "Can I talk to you?"
"What bothers you, Ororo?" He turned on the wheelchair.
"A lot actually…"
"Oh, I can see that." The bald man mentioned for her to sit.
"I'm worried about Scott. It's been hard for him when Jean died. But lately it seemed that he…I'm not sure how to put it…like he was over that. And I think I know thanks to whom…" Storm stopped mid-sentence.
"Young Miss Pryde, I believe."
"So it's not just my imagination. You saw that too! But how…"
"There are some things that we can't control. Our feelings are one of those things. Kitty became Scott's friend after Jean passed away. She was there for him because she herself knew what it was to lose someone you love. But it seems that Scott has grown attached to young Kitty, I'm afraid…"
"You think he loves her?" The woman inquired.
"He might." Professor looked down. "I believe you understand that everything said must stay within those walls."
Ororo nodded and turned to leave but then faced Professor once again:
"By the way, where are Kitty and Amara? I mean I never got to ask you where they were heading."
"Wow…Nice house." Kitty muttered as she observed a huge beautiful mansion. The car stopped abruptly. "Who is this friend of yours?"
"Oh, our parents were friends. I've seen him once I think. Maybe twice. But I don't even remember him." The dark-skinned girl answered. "Hey, take my luggage, please."
The old butler did as he was told. Kitty noticed that her bag would be too much for the old man and she volunteered to take it in herself. He protested politely, but was cut by Shadowcat taking the bag and not letting him say anything else.
The butler and two young women entered the front door to see an old-fashioned house from the inside. They didn't even notice the host while admiring the interior.
"Welcome."
The two of them turned to see a young man in his early twenties with white platinum hair and stormy grey eyes. He was dressed in black pants, grey sweat shirt and had a dark cloak atop of it all.
"Warren?" Amara asked.
"Yes, hello, Amara. It's great to see you again." He smiled but as he was talking to Amara his gaze was firmly fixed on Kitty. "And you must be Katharine?"
"Yeah, but everybody calls me Kitty. Thanks for letting come over…" Kitty said but she was fascinated. There was something about this man that made her blood freeze. It wasn't a bad feeling although, it was…exiting.
"My pleasure." He said and the corners of his lips went up again. "Let me take your bag."
As Kitty stood speechless Warren came up to her and reached for the bag in her hand.
"Follow me, ladies." He said and he and the butler (Aaron was his name as the girls learned after) showed the way.
Kitty was in her new room unpacking. The room was unbelievable. There were two big windows and a balcony. It was decorated in white and light purple. The girl loved these colors. They calmed her down. The room was bright and in the middle of it there was a four-postered bed with silk sheets. There also was a big wardrobe and a body-sized mirror right next to it. Kitty looked in the mirror and, to tell the truth, she didn't recognize the young woman that was looking back at her. This woman had rich brown hair with the strands of red in it, her body was slim, slimmer then it should be. Unhealthy. She looked good, attractive, but her caramel eyes expressed exhaustion. She adjusted her black sleeveless shirt and law-cut blue torn jeans. Her pink lips were now shade of blue – there was cold in the mansion.
Kitty went out of the room, closing the door after herself. The young girl came up to Amara's room and was about to knock on it when she heard her friend speaking on the phone inside.
"No, I can't leave right now. Can you come?"
Kitty came a bit closer.
"Wait, it's too dangerous. We can't take the risk…" There was no motion for a couple seconds. "I know. I want to see you too…"
Kitty was shocked. Who was her friend talking to? Was that her boyfriend? The brunette was so overwhelmed with her thoughts that she was frightened to death by someone's hand on her shoulder:
"Ah!" And she instantly turned.
"I'm so sorry!" Warren put his hands into the pockets.
"You…you scared me…" Kitty was breathing hevily.
"Sorry again." He said calmly, his gray eyes traveling along her features.
"It's ok…I'm fine…"
She didn't get to finish because Amara exited the room that same moment.
"Well, there you both are." Warren said. "I thought you were hungry."
"I'm starving!" Amara announced.
"Well then, why don't you join me for dinner?"
