Scott had returned back to the ground floor kitchen one he had dressed and had quickly gathered up the shards of the shattered fruit bowl. He discarded the remains into the bin before he selected a bowl from the cupboard and neatly arranged the fruit back inside. Satisfied, he prepared himself some toast and settled down at the breakfast bar to eat.
He was only on his second slice when Rogue came in, now dressed with her dark hair tied up behind her head. "Hey," she greeted as she came in, purposely shutting the door behind her. "I'm sorry about Jubilee.."
"I wouldn't expect anything else from her," he replied with a slight smile. His eyes followed her across the kitchen as she began preparing her own breakfast. He was surprised she had joined him, for the students normally ate together in the dining room. "Why are you here?" he asked her in a gentle tone.
Rogue turned from the kitchen worktop with a bowl of cornflakes. "Well, I couldn't leave you here on your own could I?" she said, then having a mouthful of the cereal. Her gaze drifted up to his face with a rather challenging scrutiny, indicating he should know better than to question her. She chewed on her breakfast, absently tucking one of her white streaks behind an ear.
"Thanks," said Scott as he glanced down, taking another bite of his toast.
"Anyway, we both need the company," Rogue decided with a nod, idly licking a droplet of milk from her spoon.
Scott agreed with this, "I'd have probably sat on my own all morning."
"Plus, this is a chance for us to get to know each other better. I've been here nearly a year and I still don't know that much about you." Then was a pause before Rogue added with a grin, "Other than what Jubilee's told me."
"Why what's she said?" asked Scott as his eyebrows raised.
Rogue chuckled at his sudden concern. "I'm afraid it's all very secretive," she told him with a gesture of her spoon.
"If it's about me, don't I have a right to know?" Scott asked as he stared at her.
There was a moment in which Rogue pretended to consider this before she answered with a cheerful, "Nope!"
"Oh, great," murmured Scott, though he was smirking a little. "Well, I probably don't mind if she's saying nice things."
"She'll be sayin' a lot more now she's caught you in nothin' but a towel."
Scott quickly looked up, about to defend this point when the kitchen door opened and Jean walked in with the resounding click of her heels on the polished floor. Both Scott and Rogue looked round at the entry before their gazes turned unwelcoming. Jean's eyes scanned the pair curiously, "Good morning," she murmured with a faint smile.
Rogue turned her head away from the woman, glancing worriedly at Scott before she concentrated on her cornflakes with huge interest. Scott returned Rogue's glance before he too turned back to his breakfast, not even responding to Jean's entry.
"Scott? What's the matter?"
Scott took a bite out of his toast fiercely, as though it had done him personal wrong.
"Scott?"
"Look, maybe you should leave, Miss Grey?" Rogue abruptly spoke, raising her eyes to glare up at the woman.
Jean narrowed her eyes slightly before her attention went back onto Scott; she was about to speak when Scott got there first. "I don't want to talk to you, Jean."
"Scott – ?"
"Jean!" he replied, his tone becoming heated at he threw down his toast.
Jean stepped closer, her eyes scanning him searchingly, "What is it?"
Scott didn't look at her; he was staring down at his plate with a hand supporting his head. "I saw you last night," he muttered in a bitter tone.
"What?"
"I saw you!" he repeated, his words louder. "I saw you with Logan."
Rogue watched with distaste as Jean's eyebrows rose. The woman merely looked surprised, but other than that, not concerned. She didn't even apologise, or give any sort of explanation like Scott had been expecting. He assumed she would beg for forgiveness, for his Jean hated hurting other people. But not the new Jean. She merely turned on her heel and left the room like nothing had happened. The retreating echoes of her heels disappeared down the hallway and left the kitchen in a painful silence.
Cautiously, Rogue turned her eyes upon Scott, who was now holding his head in both hands. She couldn't see his face, but knew the arrival of Jean had upset him. "Scott.." she called tentatively. His reaction was sudden, for he abruptly stood to his feet, abandoning his breakfast.
"I have a lesson to prepare," he told her before he swiftly exited the kitchen to leave Rogue alone in a shocked silence. She exhaled a quiet sigh as she returned to her cereal, though continued to eat in a rather morose manner. As soon as she had cleared the bowl, she gathered the dirty items and deposited them in the dishwasher. She sighed as she picked up Scott's abandoned toast and made her way to the double doors that led down onto the gardens of the mansion. She threw it out onto the nearby grass for the birds to feast upon. Depositing his plate in the dishwasher she exited the kitchen, speedily walking down the corridor to go and fetch her books for the day. She had his lesson first thing; it would be interesting to see how he would handle it. But she was also concerned..
"Hey, Rogue," came a voice, and Rogue's head flew up to stare at Bobby. He blinked a little at the slight scowl on her face, for she pushed past him and continued on down the corridor. "Hey – Hey! Wait!" he called as he span after her, his hand outstretching to take her by the shoulder gently. "What's wrong?"
"You know damn well what's wrong," she snarled as she spun around, knocking his hand away. Fiery eyes glared up at him.
"Wha – "
"I saw you last night," she snapped, repeating Scott's earlier words to Jean. "When you were outside with Kitty."
Bobby quickly looked uncomfortable, "Oh.. that."
"Yes, that."
"Rogue, listen – "
"No!" she replied fiercely. "I'm not going to listen, no apology, no explanations. I don't want to hear them, Bobby." She turned away from him sharply, "Forget it, Bobby. Forget us." She heard no response as she swiftly made her exit, quickly meeting the entrance hall.
"Hey, kid," came a voice and Rogue whirled angry eyes upon Logan as he sauntered in from another corridor.
"Don't you start," she growled, speeding up as she ran up the staircase towards her room, leaving a puzzled Logan left standing at the foot of the stairs.
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