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The Hearts Choice

Chapter four:

"Ow!" Scott moaned leaning backwards in his seat. Jean sighed leaning forward, an anti-septic wipe in her hand.

"Don't be such a baby" she said with a half smile. She placed her free hand behind his head and pulled his face forward. His hair was like silk underneath her fingertips. Gently she pushed the wipe to the wound on his left temple. She watched herself carefully being careful not to hurt him.

Scott watched her eyes and his heart felt weak. Her hand on the back of his head seemed to burn and his breathing became un-steady. The hospital wing was silent, all the students had retired to their afternoon classes, but Jean had insisted that he had to clear up his cuts. He watched her as she brought the wipe down to the cut on the corner of his lip, now scabbed over with dry blood.

"Arr!" he jumped as she brushed the dry blood away. His hands came up and he caught both her wrists in his hands to stop her coming forward.

"I'm sorry" she whispered with a frown. Scott's eyes met hers and he held her gaze. He shook his head and swallowed hard. Her face was inches away from his. He could feel her warm breath upon his face.

"It's Ok" he assured her. She nodded dropping her gaze. He was still holding her wrists and the casual stroke of his thumb on her soft skin slipped his notice. Jean held her breath when she felt her face coming closer to his.

"Scott" she began forcing herself to avert her eyes and look back at his lip, "Your lip is bleeding" she whispered. Scott dropped his hands and looked behind her at the back wall. He allowed her to wipe away the blood and place a plaster over the cut on his temple.

"All better" she said throwing the wipe in the bin. She looked at him, still standing before him. Scott frowned seeing her eyes brimming with un- cried tears. He took her hands and pulled her to him.

"What's the matter?" he asked. She shook her head.

"You don't always have to be so brave." He said barley above a whisper. She shrugged wiping under her eyes quickly trying to hide any visible tears.

Scott frowned wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug. Her arms found their way around his neck and she held him tightly sniffing away the tears, which had already started to fall. Scott rubbed his hands up and down her back, he could feel her tears soaking through the fabric on his shoulder.

"Jean, what's wrong?" he whispered kissing the side of her head. She breathed in deeply and sighed trying to steady her breathing.

"Just what happened today, every one was watching, Jack got beaten because of me and.-" her shaky voice broke off as another rush of tears came and she buried her face into his shirt. Scott frowned remembering what Jean had told Simons. It made his blood boil thinking about it.

"Forget about it Jean. It was not your fault you hear me. Simons and Matthews, they are all jerks, you did what you thought was right. You didn't sleep with Jack, you no you didn't."

"I no"

"So it shouldn't matter what everyone else thinks"

"It shouldn't but it does. I can understand what you are saying Scott and you are right, but it is different for me. I can hear what they think, it is not said behind my back, it is sent straight to my head and drummed into my brain and I cant escape. It drives me insane and every time I am forced to listen to it I get a little bit closer to losing it." She said sniffing back more tears. Scott squeezed her body lightly before pushing her away slightly. His hands firmly gripped onto the tops of her arms he studied her face. Streaks of mascara and tears had stained her cheeks, her eyes had become slightly red and the tip of her nose was pink. He took his hands and rested them on her cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. He allowed his hands to linger there enjoying the feel of her soft skin in his palms.

Jean held her breath. Her skin tingled pleasantly under his touch. She could feel her face coming closer to his. Her heart was pounding behind her rib cage and her breath had become shaky. A single tear rolled down her cheek as her arms once again were around his neck pulling him closer. Their lips met, firmly pressed against one another in a blissful kiss. Jean closed her eyes stepping closer to him. She felt herself leaning forward, being pulled on to his lap. She obliged not wanting to break this kiss. She couldn't believe what she was doing, stealing a spontaneous kiss from her best friend. But the thing that was scaring her the most was that she liked it, she loved it and she didn't want to stop. She settled happily into his lap, running her fingers through his hair. She could feel the gentle caress of his fingers up and down her back and twirling the tips of her hair. Opening her mouth, she allowed Scott's tongue to wrestle her own. Their breathing became heavy and loud as the kiss deepened. Scott shrugged her closer, his arms wrapped tightly around her partite torso. He was shocked at first that she had kissed him, but the feeling of her warm, soft lips over his own made him tingle.

They came closer until Jean's breasts were pressed up against his chest. She was now raking her fingers through his soft chestnut brown hair, ravishing his mouth with her assault. The sudden feeling of Scott's cool fingers on the small of her back caused a shiver to run down her spine. Scott refused to remove his arms from around her and when he was about to fall backward he ignored it, drawing small circles on the soft skin of Jean's back. Suddenly he fell backward, Jean on him, now atop his chest. Her dark urban hair fell over her face, tickling Scott's and suddenly she pulled away.

Scott held his breath his lips slightly swollen, gently raising a hand and brushed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears. He let his hand linger by her cheek, gently caressing the skin of her cheek. She smiled faintly at his.

"Sorry, to much to fast" she whispered grimily. He smiled and nodded dropping his hand and curling a lock of hair around his index finger. Jean sighed lowering her head and resting it on his chest. She could feel her heart beating painfully behind her rib cage and she swallowed.

"Scott," she whispered to him not moving.

"Hmmmm?" he asked. His eyes were closed and he was gently combing his fingers through her long, soft hair.

"Thank you", he raised an eyebrow opening his eyes.

"What for?" he looked down at her.

"For defending me at Lunch."

He smiled and lent down and kissed the top of her head. He lightly squeezed her before opening his mouth to speak.

"Hey he deserved more then that Jean. He shouldn't have said those things. It just made me so mad." Jean noticed him clench his fists for a second. She reached for his hands and held them firmly.

"Don't let him get to you Scott." She whispered.

Outside in the corridor Taryan, a slim teenaged girl with dark brown hair and matching eyes slowly made her way across the hallway. She had bunked off her last class and was now making her way to the exit. Humming quietly to herself she came to the hospital wing and glanced through the glass of the door checking if any one was in there. She froze at the sight of Jean and Scott. Her eyes widened, her knuckled white as she clenched her fists and growled. Biting her lower lip she observed their position. Scott was laying on his back upon the hospital bed with Jean smugly snuggled next to him, her head on his chest, his arms draped around her, his hand in hers and his other free hand stroking her hair. Taryan growled again abruptly turning away. How dare Jean, Scott was hers! She has been making moves on him since the beginning of the year! With a snort she flicked her loose hair behind her shoulder before storming down the rest of the corridor.
*~* The last bell rang and the hallways were quickly filled with students trying to get out of the exits. Jean walked alone, her books held tightly against her chest. She yawned sheepishly walking down the front steps and out on to the front of the school. Dreamily she strolled down the pathway, dragging her feet as she walked. The warm light breeze blew her hair gently off her face. For the first time she looked up past her books at the path in front of her.

"Hey Jean!" a familiar voice caused her to look over her shoulder. Glancing behind her, Jean saw her friend Taryan running toward her. Jean smiled turning around and waiting for her.

"Hi" she greeted flicking her hair over her shoulder. Taryan flashed her a grim smile. Jean raised an eyebrow.

"So, how are things with you and Duncan?" she asked placing her hands on her hips. Jean frowned hearing the tone in her friend's voice. If anything it sounded as a false question.

"Well not so good obviously" she said with a small laugh not knowing how to address the question.

"Obviously!" she growled. Jean frowned taking a step back.

"Wait a minute, what's going on?" she asked with a shrug. Taryan chuckled falsely.

"You and Scott!" she hissed tucking her shoulder length hair behind her ears. She looked around her as if checking that there was no one near by, "You never told me you were a couple!"

Jean's eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something but changed her mind. Where did she get this idea that she and Scott were a couple? For a moment she allowed her mind to go inside that of her friends. Jean could see Taryan walking down the corridor and looking in the hospital wing and seeing her and Scott on the hospital bed. She felt her cheeks begin to colour.

"I don't know what you are talking about" she said clutching her books tighter. Taryan rolled her eyes.

"Do not lie to me Jean, I saw you! I thought I had made it perfectly clear I was interested in Scott"

Jean was taken back. She was feeling her confusion and surprise turn to anger.

"Taryan, Scott is my best friend! I can't help it if you see us hug!" she turned away abruptly not wanting another argument. One was enough.

"Don't walk away from me" She called after her. Jean turned back around and bit her lip.

"I'm sorry" she said. Taryan raised an eyebrow. Jean's gaze hardened, her eyes went cold and she raised and hand placing her fingers on her temple. She stared hard into her brown eyes. Jean winked before closing her eyes and sighed. Opening them again she smiled at Taryan who was looking confused.

"Are you ok?" Jean asked. Taryan frowned before nodding trying to hide her confusion.

"What - I can't remember what I am doing here." she trailed off.

"You were telling me what you urm..are doing to night" she said with a smile.

"Oh right - what am I doing tonight?" Jean wasn't sure if the question was aimed at her or if she was talking to herself. With a shrug Jean opened her mouth to speak.

"Any way, I betta go, lot's to do" Jean said cheerfully turning away and walking away. Once she was out of sight she cursed. Leaning up against a tree she sighed closing her eyes, enjoying the warm rays of sun against her face.

"Hey Jean!"

Jean let out a small moan, muttering under her breath. She opened her eyes and pushed herself off the tree looking over her shoulder to see Kurt running towards her. She couldn't help but smile at her friend.

"Is Scott anyvhere near?" he asked out of breath. Jean shrugged passing her books to Kurt and raising her hands to her temples and closing her eyes. Kurt stood in silence watching her while he caught his breath.

"Him and the others are already on their way home" she said opening her eyes. Kurt handed her back her books and sighed.

"Man they left vith out us."

"Actually I was walking home today." Jean said matter-of-factly. Kurt shrugged looking around him.

"Vell nobody is around, how about I teleport us?" he asked. Jean smiled and nodded slowly taking his hand. Kurt smiled looking around a final time before disappearing leaving nothing but a small cloud of gray smoke.

*~*

Another shirt was thrown on to the already mounted pile of clothes. Jean threw herself down on to the bed in frustration. She was always able to find something to wear every day, but when it came to the subject of a date, the perfect outfit could never be found. She had gone through all her pairs of trousers and most of her shirts. Suddenly Jean grinned remembering a dress she wore once to a party. Every one had liked it and it had become one of her favorites. Rummaging through the remains in her wardrobe she searched for her dress and quickly went into panic when it could not be found. Her date started in 15 minutes and she had no dress. Running out of her bedroom she went down the hall to Kitty and Rogue's room. Thumping on the door she waited impatiently for an answer. She jumped back when Kitty's head appeared through the door.

"Hi Jean, how are you holding up." she trailed off, "You are not thinking of wearing that are you?" she said referring to the over sized green jumper and shorts. Jean moaned unable to stand still.

"Kitty, have you seen my black dress?" she asked jogging on the spot.

"The one with the thin straps and the lace?" she asked. Jean nodded.

"Yeah, I have it in my wardrobe. Are you going to wear it?" she asked her voice suddenly excited.

"Well I would if I had it" Jean said. Kitty squealed pulling her head back in and opening the door.

"Oh my god, that dress is like totally perfect!" she said as Jean walked in.

"Yeah, why do you have it?" Jean asked raising an eyebrow. Kitty stood still and scratched the back of her neck trying to think of something to say.

"Oh it doesn't matter, I know anyway and as long as it is clean and wearable I don't mind.". She watched Kitty run over to her wardrobe and with in a few minutes she had handed Jean a black dress with bits of lace along the bottom and along the top. Jean sighed gripping the dress in her fingers.

"Thanks" she said before running out again and back to her room.

Scott sat at the table in the kitchen staring contently at the clocking on the wall. He had not noticed but he was holding his breath. He watched the second hand making its way around. Every minute seemed to take an hour.

"Is there a picture of a naked woman on that Cyke?" Logan's voice made him jump almost guiltily.

"What?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well I wouldn't stare at a clock so hard unless it had something interesting on it" he said mockingly, "You got something going on worth clocking?" he asked taking the last beer out of the fridge and pulling off the cap.

"Yeah" Scott replied looking back to the clock.

"Really? It's Monday night Cyke." he said tipping the bottle up and letting the cool liquid pour down his throat. He saw Scott's shrug and raised an eyebrow.

"Where ya goin'?" he asked once he had swallowed.

"Me and Jean are going out for something to eat" he said plainly trying to keep the nervousness from his voice once again glancing at the clock. Only five minutes.

"So it is like a date thing is it?" Logan asked. For the first time Scott tore his eyes away from the clock and looked at the older man.

"What if it is?" he asked. Logan shrugged.

"I can smell your nerves Cyke. I now these things" he said pointing to his nose, "So you finally asked her huh?" Scott nodded.

"Good for you, but I am warning you Cyke, you break her heart and I will break you".

Scott was taken back by the seriousness of what Logan had just said. He swallowed glancing at the clock. His breath caught in his throat. It was time. The handle had hit the seven and now he would be leaving any minute.

"Don't be back too late, it's a school night you know!" Logan called after Scott as he walked out into the foyer. Scott stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited. The keys to his car suddenly felt very heavy in his pocket. He wore a pair of black jeans and a black sweater. His breath caught in his throat when she appeared at the top of the stairs. She smiled at him and began to walk down the marble staircase, the heels of her shoes slamming against the hard surface as she walked. Scott's mouth fell open slightly as he gazed upon her in awe, his mouth had gone dry. Jean was wearing a nice fitting black dress that showed off the curves of her perfectly shaped body. It came just above her knees displaying her thin, long legs and she wore a pair of strappy shoes. Her long hair was loose down her back and her make-up was as usual perfect. Her green eyes looking at him from behind long lashes coated in mascara, her lips painted a shade of red. She matched his height once she was on the floor, the heels of her shoes allowing her to be a few inches taller. She stood in front of him and smiled reaching up and gently brushing away a loose strand of hair from his face.

"Hi four eyes" she said. He smiled.

"You look.so beautiful" he said. She smiled.

"You don't look half bad your self." She said reaching down and taking his hand. They walked across the foyer.

"Bye Logan" Jean called not looking in the direction of the kitchen. Scott smiled squeezing her hand as they walked out of the doors.

A/N: SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! SORRY!!!! I am really sorry I took so long. Work experience is over and I am back to normal school. Well hope you like this chapter. Reviews are always welcome and appreciated.