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A/N: well well it seems I have finally gotten things on track again! Work
experience had kina thrown me off a bit, but now I am back. Hope you enjoy
this chapter and remember reviews are always appreciated.
The Hearts Choice
Chapter 6
The continuous sound of the alarm clock roused Jean from her sleep. Her eyelids were heavy and her body stiff from the little amount of sleep. She glanced at the digital numbers flashing on the screen of her alarm clock. 6:15 am, the usual time she would get up. Realizing she had gone to sleep three hours ago made her groan miserably. Burying her face into her pillow she tried to block out the screeching buzzing from the clock standing on her bedside table. Growling in annoyance she threw it across the room with her TK listening to the sound of it hit the wall and fall to the floor. The comforting silence calmed her as she sunk back into her bed. She opened her eyes looking around the room trying desperately to stay awake but her eyelids seemed to weigh a tone and forced themselves shut. She groaned pushing back the covers, feeling the cold morning air hit her skin causing goose bumps to cover her body under the thin material of her nightdress. She stood on aching feet from spending a night in heels and trudged over and grabbed her dressing gown, which hung over the side of the chair and she slowly walked to the shower.
The cool droplets of water were a harsh awakening for Jean as she stepped under the shower. She sighed rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands before reaching for the shampoo. Another day of school, another day of muttering people, rumors and snickers. Rubbing the shampoo into her hair she stepped back under the fast falling water. She allowed her mind to drift back to the previous night and she smiled. Her heart leapt uncontrollably at the sudden thought of Scott. She bit her lip rinsing out the bubbles from her hair. This was something that had never happened to her before, new feelings that she had never experienced. Grasping the soap she continued to wash herself.
*~*
Excitedly Kitty walked down the hallway, her bare feet making fresh imprints in the carpet. She smiled to herself as she came to Jean's bedroom door and stood out side. She glanced from left to right almost guiltily before knocking on the wooden surface. She waited impatiently for a few seconds before phasing her head through the wall. She looked around the room noticing quickly that it was empty. She groaned in annoyance before pulling herself out of the wall back into the hallway. She stood in thought for a moment before heading back up the corridor.
*~*
Felling rather awake, Jean stepped out of the shower wrapping a white towel around her wet body. She walked over to the sink and brushed her teeth. The room was fully of warm steam as usual. She blinked several times keeping her eyes to the running water, watching it fall down the drain. Emptying her mouth she wiped her lips clean before leaving the bathroom.
*~*
Blindly Scott stretched out an arm searching for his visor. Turning on his side, his fingers fumbled over the surface of his bedside table. Finally finding them he placed them over his tired eyes and looked about. He covered his mouth to suppress a yawn forcing himself to sit up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, pushing back his bed covers. Scratching the back of his head he sat there in silence for several minutes. Suddenly the sound of scratching out side the door came to his ears. Reluctantly he stood and made his way to the door, grasping the handle and opening the door. Kitty bounced in running to his bed and throwing herself into the covers. Scott raised an eyebrow closing the door and walking over to his bed. He looked down on her, looking at her unblinking eyes and feeling her content stare.
"What?" he asked beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"So, like tell me everything." She demanded bouncing slightly grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to sit beside her.
"Tell you what? Is this really necessary this early in the morning?" he asked glancing at his clock.
"Like no way! I have to know everything. So come on". She moaned.
"Why haven't you asked Jean?" he asked walking over to his wardrobe and opening the doors.
"She wasn't in her room. So how did it go?"
"It went fine. I took her to this new place down town." He told her as he looked through his clothes. Kitty looked at him, a smile on her lips.
"And."
"And what? There is no and" he said taking a green jumper from its hanger and throwing it beside Kitty on the bed.
"I know you didn't just go for a meal" she said matter-of-factly. Scott sighed choosing a pair of trousers and closing the wardrobe. He turned to face her, a small grin on his face.
"Well this place I took her was a boat and there was a dance floor and we danced."
Kitty giggled laying back and covering herself with the covers.
"That is like to cute!" Scott smiled. Suddenly Kitty shot up into a sitting position, staring right through into his eyes. He frowned stepping back.
"Are you going to ask her out again?" she asked. Scott shrugged. Kitty rolled her eyes walking up to him.
"Like you have to, this would be so cool. So are you two an item now?" she asked.
"What is with all the questions? Its not even 7 o'clock yet." Scott said holding up his hands. Kitty placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"I don't know," he said finally as he walked over to the door.
"You don't know?" she repeated almost in a mocking tone and followed him.
"We didn't talk about it. Now if you will excuse me I would like to get ready." He told her opening the door. She folded her arms over her chest and sighed in annoyance as she walked out into the hall. Scott closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed. He picked up his clothes and walked over to the door. He placed his hand on the handle and stood there for a few moments. Were he and Jean a couple now? They certainly acted like it. He opened the door and made his way to the shower room.
*~*
"Jean, Jean open up! I like know you are in there!" Kitty yelled through the door. Jean groaned from inside her bedroom. She knew it would only be a matter of time before Kitty can to harass her.
"What do you want?" She yelled through the walls.
"I like need to talk to you?"
"Can't it wait?"
"No! Please?"
Jean rolled her eyes and used her TK to open the door with a soft click. Kitty stood at the door and smiled.
"This better be good" she told the younger girl. Kitty walked up to her and sat in front of her on the bed.
"How did your date go?" she asked innocently. Jean smiled.
"It was good."
"What did you do?"
"By the sound of your voice I would say Scott has already told you."
"Like don't you know it's rude to go into people's minds with out their permission?"
Jean smiled slyly using her TK to bring her hairbrush into her waiting palm and she began brushing her long wet locks. She walked away from Kitty standing in front of her full length mirror with her back facing her friend.
"So are you to a couple now or what?" she asked. Jean stood there in though for a moment. She ran the bristles of the brush through her hair one last time before setting it down on to the dressing tale beside her and she turned to face Kitty.
"We didn't talk about that as a matter of fact." She said reaching in to a draw of her dresser and pulling out the hair dryer. Switching it on Jean began to dry her hair. Kitty watched her for a moment before getting up. She glanced over her shoulder and muttered something under her breath before leaving the room.
*~*
Scott made his way down the marble staircase of the foyer and turned into the kitchen. He walked with his head down, his mind miles away. His dark brown hair was slightly darker from where it was not properly dry yet and it had caused the collar of his jumper to become damp. He stuck his hands into his pockets, searching for the keys to his car and stopped in his tracks. He frowned and groaned in frustration realizing that he had left them on his desk in his room. Turning around he broke into a steady jog up the stairs and down the corridor.
He slowed when Jean's bedroom door came into view and he subconsciously stopped. Standing there for several seconds in a dream, his eyes traced the pattern of the wooden door. He could feel her behind the walls, his heart longing for her. Suddenly a small cry from inside the room reached his ears followed by a thump. Scott frowned feeling panic rise up inside of him.
"Jean?" he asked reaching for the door handle. He gripped it tightly finding that the door had been locked. He looked up at the door as if expecting to see something to help him inside. "Jean" he called again another wave of panic washed over him when she failed to answer. Stepping back he quickly reached up and grabbed the side of his visor lifting it off his face. Opening his eyes, the lock on Jean's bedroom boor oozed from its position at the sudden amount of pressure and heat. The door flew open and Scott hurridly placed his visor back over his eyes. He scrambled over to the door way, whipping his hand through the air trying to see past the smoke. The distant sounds of coughing reached his ears and he stepped further into the room.
"Jean?" he asked looking around the room.
"Scott?" her voice was filled with confusion and surprise. Scott looked down feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment. In the center of her room, Jean sat in nothing but a pair of white panties and a white-laced bra. Jean pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. Her eyes widened with embarrassment and she looked down at herself. She sat there in nothing but her underwear, her bare feet were tangled in her towel. She had gone to walk across the room when she had tripped over the towel she had carelessly dropped onto the carpet. And now here she was, fully exposed and staring up at the man that made her heart swell. There were a few moments silence before either of them spoke.
"Morning" she said sheepishly failing to keep the shock and embarrassment from her voice. Scott forced his lips together and swallowed. His mouth had gone dry and his eyes wondering ever so curiously over her smooth skin. He blinked several times staring hard at her face. He couldn't help but look at her, he had seen her milky soft skin, her perfectly rounded breast resting comfortably inside the cups of her bra. Her legs were endless and thin with shape that made him go weak at the knees. But despite the temptation his eyes stayed glued to his face.
"M-morning" he said finally reaching nervously for the door handle. His hand fanned the air until he finally looked toward the door to see that there was no longer a door handle. He bit his bottom lip nervously reaching and gripping the side of the door. He stepped into the hallway and pulled the door closed. He stood there for several minutes staring into space. His heart raced painfully under his ribcage and he swallowed punning his shaking fingers through his newly washed, brown hair. Taking in a deep breath he tired to steady his breath. He turned around facing his back to the broken door and closed his eyes trying to hold on to the image of Jean's perfect body. It was now nothing but a memory.
"Hi Scott are you ready for school yet?" Scott jumped back startled at the sudden voice. He began coughing violently when he breathed in the foul smelling smoke. Kurt appeared inches in front of his face. Scott took a step behind him, his back colliding with Jean's bedroom door and he fell backward. The door swung open and Scott fell into Jean's bedroom, skidding along the carpet. Kurt stood in the door way, his eyes wide with shock.
"Ops ur..sorry" he said before disappearing leaving behind a could of rising smoke. Scott coughed again whipping his hand in front of his face clearing the air around him. He was now lying on his back, the hard surface of the door underneath him. Pushing himself up into a sitting position he looked at the now open doorway and stared out into the hallway disorientated. He looked around the room. Small chippings of wood and clouds of dust had set onto the carpet and surfaces in the room. A small cough came from behind him and he looked over his shoulder. Jean walked away from the far wall and stood beside him. She looked down at him a look of question upon her face. She opened her mouth to say something but changed her mind. Instead she offered him her hand and helped him stand. She brushed off the bust and tiny bits of wood from his clothing and use her TK to moved the door and lean it up against the wall. She stood in front of Scott, now in a pair of combat trousers. Her top half was still only barely hidden but the fabric of her bra. She placed her hands on the swells of her hips and looked at him. Scott frowned and swallowed scratching the back of his head.
"Sorry" he said sheepishly. Jean shook her head and dropped her arms back to her sides walking past him. He breathed in the scent of perfume and soap as she past him and walked over to her bed. She picked up her lilac top and pulled it over her head. Straightening the fabric she looked up at him again.
"Ok. What the hell happened?" she asked gesturing to the now detached door. Scott pursed him lips plunging his hands into his trouser pockets.
"Well I - urm thought you were." he trailed off feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment, "in trouble" he finished in a whisper looking down at his shoes that were now covered in dust. Jean waved her hand in front of her face, blowing away the dust and stepped closer to him. She couldn't help but smile.
"You know that knocking has as good effect as blasting the door open and it doesn't throw it off its hinges." She said sarcastically. Scott smiled sheepishly looking up meeting her gaze.
"Sorry Jean" he said and she nodded. She reached out and rested her palm on his cheek and caressed his cheek. She could feel his freshly shaven stubble underneath her fingertips. She leant forward and brushed her lips lightly over his and brought him into a quick kiss.
"Now let's go to school" she said quietly brushing past him. She bent down and picked up her school bag. She waited for him in the hallway until he was walking by her side.
"You can explain to Logan why I no longer have a door on my bedroom" she said nudging him playfully.
*~* The hallways of Bayville high were crowded with students seconds after the lunch bell sounded. Pupils poured out of their classes, pushing each other in a desperate war to get to the canteen first. Scott was dragged along with the flow of bodies. He gripped his bag tightly scanning the gray lockers for his own. He sighed finally spotting it and shoving through the crowd and out of the stamped. Leaning against his locker he stood there for a few seconds in thought before quickly turning around and putting in the combination.
Finally the crowd had past leaving only a few students behind. Scott placed a few books into his locker humming cheerfully to himself. He glanced at his watch to check the time. Jean should be meeting him here any minute. Slamming his locker shut, Scott jumped back startled. Taryan stood inches away from him and she smiled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" she said in a husky low voice taking a step forward. Scott frowned scratching the back of his head and stepped back.
"You didn't" he said simple. Trayan smiled and shrugged taking another step towards him. Scott nervously backed away some more. There was something about Taryan that scared him sometimes. It made him nervous when he could tell she was up to something and this time was defiantly one of those times.
"So have you got anything going on tonight?" she asked walking towards him. Scott swallowed backing away until the hard surface of the lockers on the other side of the hall hit his back. He leant against them and held his breath as Taryan stopped a few inches away from him. She placed a hand on his chest and began seductively drawing circles on the material of his shirt with her index finger. Scott looked around them. Jean was not any where to be seen. He sighed and grabbed Taryan's wrists stopping her from touching his face or chest. She frowned glancing at the contact before smiling at him again.
"Taryan what are you doing?" Scott asked as she stood on tiptoe and pushed her face towards him. He reached up a hand and cupped her chin holding her face still. She looked down at his fingers and pushed his hand away.
"The question is what are you doing?" she asked taking a step back. Scott stood up straight pushing his back off of the lockers. She placed her hands on her hips and stared up at him. She stepped towards him again weaving her arms around his neck. Scott shrugged her off and stepping away from her.
"Scott what are you doing?". Jean paused in her tracks hearing Taryan's voice around the corner. She leant up against the wall clutching her books to her chest. "I thought you liked me" her voiced sounded. Jean bit her lip letting out a low growl leaning over slightly and glancing around the corner. She could see Scott standing in the middle of the empty hallway and Taryan opposite him and coming closer. She clenched her fists watching intensely hanging on to their every word.
"I did once Taryan, but not now, not any more" Scott told her softly walking away from her. She folded her arms over her chest.
"Where are you going?" she yelled after him.
"Not that it is any of your business but I am going to meet Jean" he told her not turning around to look at her.
"So you choose her over me" she said firmly. Scott rolled his eyes not stopping in his tracks.
"There was never a choice Taryan" he said finally before walking around the corner. Jean smiled to herself pushing her body off of the wall and waited for him. Scott stopped suddenly spotting her and gasped almost guiltily.
"Jean! I ur.how long have you been standing there?.I" he said hurriedly. Jean placed a finger over his lips to silence him. She smiled warmly at him before standing on tiptoes and capturing his lips in her own. Scott didn't question her, even though there were a few things he wanted to ask her. He obliged leaning forward and placing a hand on the curve of her back. Jean wrapped her arms around his neck lightly squeezing him before breaking the kiss. She pulled away slightly, their faces still inches apart. Scott lightly kissed the tip of her nose affectionately.
"You are very sweet Mr. Summers" she said to him in a whisper.
"You heard that?" he asked pressing his forehead against hers. Jean smiled and nodded slightly stroking the short hairs on the back of his neck.
"Every word" she whispered before kissing him again. Her soft lips lightly brushed over his and they lingered there for a few short minutes. When they finally parted they knew that Taryan would never be a problem again.
*~*
A/N: Ok I know a bit of a lame end to the chapter. I am sorry that nothing much happened in this chapter. I will make it up to you all I promise! In the mean time please review and keep me going!!! It is always appreciated.
The Hearts Choice
Chapter 6
The continuous sound of the alarm clock roused Jean from her sleep. Her eyelids were heavy and her body stiff from the little amount of sleep. She glanced at the digital numbers flashing on the screen of her alarm clock. 6:15 am, the usual time she would get up. Realizing she had gone to sleep three hours ago made her groan miserably. Burying her face into her pillow she tried to block out the screeching buzzing from the clock standing on her bedside table. Growling in annoyance she threw it across the room with her TK listening to the sound of it hit the wall and fall to the floor. The comforting silence calmed her as she sunk back into her bed. She opened her eyes looking around the room trying desperately to stay awake but her eyelids seemed to weigh a tone and forced themselves shut. She groaned pushing back the covers, feeling the cold morning air hit her skin causing goose bumps to cover her body under the thin material of her nightdress. She stood on aching feet from spending a night in heels and trudged over and grabbed her dressing gown, which hung over the side of the chair and she slowly walked to the shower.
The cool droplets of water were a harsh awakening for Jean as she stepped under the shower. She sighed rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands before reaching for the shampoo. Another day of school, another day of muttering people, rumors and snickers. Rubbing the shampoo into her hair she stepped back under the fast falling water. She allowed her mind to drift back to the previous night and she smiled. Her heart leapt uncontrollably at the sudden thought of Scott. She bit her lip rinsing out the bubbles from her hair. This was something that had never happened to her before, new feelings that she had never experienced. Grasping the soap she continued to wash herself.
*~*
Excitedly Kitty walked down the hallway, her bare feet making fresh imprints in the carpet. She smiled to herself as she came to Jean's bedroom door and stood out side. She glanced from left to right almost guiltily before knocking on the wooden surface. She waited impatiently for a few seconds before phasing her head through the wall. She looked around the room noticing quickly that it was empty. She groaned in annoyance before pulling herself out of the wall back into the hallway. She stood in thought for a moment before heading back up the corridor.
*~*
Felling rather awake, Jean stepped out of the shower wrapping a white towel around her wet body. She walked over to the sink and brushed her teeth. The room was fully of warm steam as usual. She blinked several times keeping her eyes to the running water, watching it fall down the drain. Emptying her mouth she wiped her lips clean before leaving the bathroom.
*~*
Blindly Scott stretched out an arm searching for his visor. Turning on his side, his fingers fumbled over the surface of his bedside table. Finally finding them he placed them over his tired eyes and looked about. He covered his mouth to suppress a yawn forcing himself to sit up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, pushing back his bed covers. Scratching the back of his head he sat there in silence for several minutes. Suddenly the sound of scratching out side the door came to his ears. Reluctantly he stood and made his way to the door, grasping the handle and opening the door. Kitty bounced in running to his bed and throwing herself into the covers. Scott raised an eyebrow closing the door and walking over to his bed. He looked down on her, looking at her unblinking eyes and feeling her content stare.
"What?" he asked beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"So, like tell me everything." She demanded bouncing slightly grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to sit beside her.
"Tell you what? Is this really necessary this early in the morning?" he asked glancing at his clock.
"Like no way! I have to know everything. So come on". She moaned.
"Why haven't you asked Jean?" he asked walking over to his wardrobe and opening the doors.
"She wasn't in her room. So how did it go?"
"It went fine. I took her to this new place down town." He told her as he looked through his clothes. Kitty looked at him, a smile on her lips.
"And."
"And what? There is no and" he said taking a green jumper from its hanger and throwing it beside Kitty on the bed.
"I know you didn't just go for a meal" she said matter-of-factly. Scott sighed choosing a pair of trousers and closing the wardrobe. He turned to face her, a small grin on his face.
"Well this place I took her was a boat and there was a dance floor and we danced."
Kitty giggled laying back and covering herself with the covers.
"That is like to cute!" Scott smiled. Suddenly Kitty shot up into a sitting position, staring right through into his eyes. He frowned stepping back.
"Are you going to ask her out again?" she asked. Scott shrugged. Kitty rolled her eyes walking up to him.
"Like you have to, this would be so cool. So are you two an item now?" she asked.
"What is with all the questions? Its not even 7 o'clock yet." Scott said holding up his hands. Kitty placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"I don't know," he said finally as he walked over to the door.
"You don't know?" she repeated almost in a mocking tone and followed him.
"We didn't talk about it. Now if you will excuse me I would like to get ready." He told her opening the door. She folded her arms over her chest and sighed in annoyance as she walked out into the hall. Scott closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed. He picked up his clothes and walked over to the door. He placed his hand on the handle and stood there for a few moments. Were he and Jean a couple now? They certainly acted like it. He opened the door and made his way to the shower room.
*~*
"Jean, Jean open up! I like know you are in there!" Kitty yelled through the door. Jean groaned from inside her bedroom. She knew it would only be a matter of time before Kitty can to harass her.
"What do you want?" She yelled through the walls.
"I like need to talk to you?"
"Can't it wait?"
"No! Please?"
Jean rolled her eyes and used her TK to open the door with a soft click. Kitty stood at the door and smiled.
"This better be good" she told the younger girl. Kitty walked up to her and sat in front of her on the bed.
"How did your date go?" she asked innocently. Jean smiled.
"It was good."
"What did you do?"
"By the sound of your voice I would say Scott has already told you."
"Like don't you know it's rude to go into people's minds with out their permission?"
Jean smiled slyly using her TK to bring her hairbrush into her waiting palm and she began brushing her long wet locks. She walked away from Kitty standing in front of her full length mirror with her back facing her friend.
"So are you to a couple now or what?" she asked. Jean stood there in though for a moment. She ran the bristles of the brush through her hair one last time before setting it down on to the dressing tale beside her and she turned to face Kitty.
"We didn't talk about that as a matter of fact." She said reaching in to a draw of her dresser and pulling out the hair dryer. Switching it on Jean began to dry her hair. Kitty watched her for a moment before getting up. She glanced over her shoulder and muttered something under her breath before leaving the room.
*~*
Scott made his way down the marble staircase of the foyer and turned into the kitchen. He walked with his head down, his mind miles away. His dark brown hair was slightly darker from where it was not properly dry yet and it had caused the collar of his jumper to become damp. He stuck his hands into his pockets, searching for the keys to his car and stopped in his tracks. He frowned and groaned in frustration realizing that he had left them on his desk in his room. Turning around he broke into a steady jog up the stairs and down the corridor.
He slowed when Jean's bedroom door came into view and he subconsciously stopped. Standing there for several seconds in a dream, his eyes traced the pattern of the wooden door. He could feel her behind the walls, his heart longing for her. Suddenly a small cry from inside the room reached his ears followed by a thump. Scott frowned feeling panic rise up inside of him.
"Jean?" he asked reaching for the door handle. He gripped it tightly finding that the door had been locked. He looked up at the door as if expecting to see something to help him inside. "Jean" he called again another wave of panic washed over him when she failed to answer. Stepping back he quickly reached up and grabbed the side of his visor lifting it off his face. Opening his eyes, the lock on Jean's bedroom boor oozed from its position at the sudden amount of pressure and heat. The door flew open and Scott hurridly placed his visor back over his eyes. He scrambled over to the door way, whipping his hand through the air trying to see past the smoke. The distant sounds of coughing reached his ears and he stepped further into the room.
"Jean?" he asked looking around the room.
"Scott?" her voice was filled with confusion and surprise. Scott looked down feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment. In the center of her room, Jean sat in nothing but a pair of white panties and a white-laced bra. Jean pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. Her eyes widened with embarrassment and she looked down at herself. She sat there in nothing but her underwear, her bare feet were tangled in her towel. She had gone to walk across the room when she had tripped over the towel she had carelessly dropped onto the carpet. And now here she was, fully exposed and staring up at the man that made her heart swell. There were a few moments silence before either of them spoke.
"Morning" she said sheepishly failing to keep the shock and embarrassment from her voice. Scott forced his lips together and swallowed. His mouth had gone dry and his eyes wondering ever so curiously over her smooth skin. He blinked several times staring hard at her face. He couldn't help but look at her, he had seen her milky soft skin, her perfectly rounded breast resting comfortably inside the cups of her bra. Her legs were endless and thin with shape that made him go weak at the knees. But despite the temptation his eyes stayed glued to his face.
"M-morning" he said finally reaching nervously for the door handle. His hand fanned the air until he finally looked toward the door to see that there was no longer a door handle. He bit his bottom lip nervously reaching and gripping the side of the door. He stepped into the hallway and pulled the door closed. He stood there for several minutes staring into space. His heart raced painfully under his ribcage and he swallowed punning his shaking fingers through his newly washed, brown hair. Taking in a deep breath he tired to steady his breath. He turned around facing his back to the broken door and closed his eyes trying to hold on to the image of Jean's perfect body. It was now nothing but a memory.
"Hi Scott are you ready for school yet?" Scott jumped back startled at the sudden voice. He began coughing violently when he breathed in the foul smelling smoke. Kurt appeared inches in front of his face. Scott took a step behind him, his back colliding with Jean's bedroom door and he fell backward. The door swung open and Scott fell into Jean's bedroom, skidding along the carpet. Kurt stood in the door way, his eyes wide with shock.
"Ops ur..sorry" he said before disappearing leaving behind a could of rising smoke. Scott coughed again whipping his hand in front of his face clearing the air around him. He was now lying on his back, the hard surface of the door underneath him. Pushing himself up into a sitting position he looked at the now open doorway and stared out into the hallway disorientated. He looked around the room. Small chippings of wood and clouds of dust had set onto the carpet and surfaces in the room. A small cough came from behind him and he looked over his shoulder. Jean walked away from the far wall and stood beside him. She looked down at him a look of question upon her face. She opened her mouth to say something but changed her mind. Instead she offered him her hand and helped him stand. She brushed off the bust and tiny bits of wood from his clothing and use her TK to moved the door and lean it up against the wall. She stood in front of Scott, now in a pair of combat trousers. Her top half was still only barely hidden but the fabric of her bra. She placed her hands on the swells of her hips and looked at him. Scott frowned and swallowed scratching the back of his head.
"Sorry" he said sheepishly. Jean shook her head and dropped her arms back to her sides walking past him. He breathed in the scent of perfume and soap as she past him and walked over to her bed. She picked up her lilac top and pulled it over her head. Straightening the fabric she looked up at him again.
"Ok. What the hell happened?" she asked gesturing to the now detached door. Scott pursed him lips plunging his hands into his trouser pockets.
"Well I - urm thought you were." he trailed off feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment, "in trouble" he finished in a whisper looking down at his shoes that were now covered in dust. Jean waved her hand in front of her face, blowing away the dust and stepped closer to him. She couldn't help but smile.
"You know that knocking has as good effect as blasting the door open and it doesn't throw it off its hinges." She said sarcastically. Scott smiled sheepishly looking up meeting her gaze.
"Sorry Jean" he said and she nodded. She reached out and rested her palm on his cheek and caressed his cheek. She could feel his freshly shaven stubble underneath her fingertips. She leant forward and brushed her lips lightly over his and brought him into a quick kiss.
"Now let's go to school" she said quietly brushing past him. She bent down and picked up her school bag. She waited for him in the hallway until he was walking by her side.
"You can explain to Logan why I no longer have a door on my bedroom" she said nudging him playfully.
*~* The hallways of Bayville high were crowded with students seconds after the lunch bell sounded. Pupils poured out of their classes, pushing each other in a desperate war to get to the canteen first. Scott was dragged along with the flow of bodies. He gripped his bag tightly scanning the gray lockers for his own. He sighed finally spotting it and shoving through the crowd and out of the stamped. Leaning against his locker he stood there for a few seconds in thought before quickly turning around and putting in the combination.
Finally the crowd had past leaving only a few students behind. Scott placed a few books into his locker humming cheerfully to himself. He glanced at his watch to check the time. Jean should be meeting him here any minute. Slamming his locker shut, Scott jumped back startled. Taryan stood inches away from him and she smiled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" she said in a husky low voice taking a step forward. Scott frowned scratching the back of his head and stepped back.
"You didn't" he said simple. Trayan smiled and shrugged taking another step towards him. Scott nervously backed away some more. There was something about Taryan that scared him sometimes. It made him nervous when he could tell she was up to something and this time was defiantly one of those times.
"So have you got anything going on tonight?" she asked walking towards him. Scott swallowed backing away until the hard surface of the lockers on the other side of the hall hit his back. He leant against them and held his breath as Taryan stopped a few inches away from him. She placed a hand on his chest and began seductively drawing circles on the material of his shirt with her index finger. Scott looked around them. Jean was not any where to be seen. He sighed and grabbed Taryan's wrists stopping her from touching his face or chest. She frowned glancing at the contact before smiling at him again.
"Taryan what are you doing?" Scott asked as she stood on tiptoe and pushed her face towards him. He reached up a hand and cupped her chin holding her face still. She looked down at his fingers and pushed his hand away.
"The question is what are you doing?" she asked taking a step back. Scott stood up straight pushing his back off of the lockers. She placed her hands on her hips and stared up at him. She stepped towards him again weaving her arms around his neck. Scott shrugged her off and stepping away from her.
"Scott what are you doing?". Jean paused in her tracks hearing Taryan's voice around the corner. She leant up against the wall clutching her books to her chest. "I thought you liked me" her voiced sounded. Jean bit her lip letting out a low growl leaning over slightly and glancing around the corner. She could see Scott standing in the middle of the empty hallway and Taryan opposite him and coming closer. She clenched her fists watching intensely hanging on to their every word.
"I did once Taryan, but not now, not any more" Scott told her softly walking away from her. She folded her arms over her chest.
"Where are you going?" she yelled after him.
"Not that it is any of your business but I am going to meet Jean" he told her not turning around to look at her.
"So you choose her over me" she said firmly. Scott rolled his eyes not stopping in his tracks.
"There was never a choice Taryan" he said finally before walking around the corner. Jean smiled to herself pushing her body off of the wall and waited for him. Scott stopped suddenly spotting her and gasped almost guiltily.
"Jean! I ur.how long have you been standing there?.I" he said hurriedly. Jean placed a finger over his lips to silence him. She smiled warmly at him before standing on tiptoes and capturing his lips in her own. Scott didn't question her, even though there were a few things he wanted to ask her. He obliged leaning forward and placing a hand on the curve of her back. Jean wrapped her arms around his neck lightly squeezing him before breaking the kiss. She pulled away slightly, their faces still inches apart. Scott lightly kissed the tip of her nose affectionately.
"You are very sweet Mr. Summers" she said to him in a whisper.
"You heard that?" he asked pressing his forehead against hers. Jean smiled and nodded slightly stroking the short hairs on the back of his neck.
"Every word" she whispered before kissing him again. Her soft lips lightly brushed over his and they lingered there for a few short minutes. When they finally parted they knew that Taryan would never be a problem again.
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A/N: Ok I know a bit of a lame end to the chapter. I am sorry that nothing much happened in this chapter. I will make it up to you all I promise! In the mean time please review and keep me going!!! It is always appreciated.
