A/n: I'M N A ROLLWIT THIS. HOPE U LIKE!!
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Chapter 11
She opened her door, going inside and sitting at her desk where the papers were neatly stacked. She sat down in the office chair and sighed, slipping on her reading glasses and switching on the lamp. She kicked her shoes off under the desk and grabbed her red pen, marking corrections in the papers as she read them, finding errors and wrong wording.
Jean wasn't the least bit startled when a voice spoke from behind her. "We need to talk."
"Do we really?" she asked, not bothering to turn around.
"You know we do, Jean. Stop pretending we don't. Stop pretending nothing is wrong," Scott said, stepping beside her, leaning over the desk.
"Maybe because nothing is wrong," she told him, marking at the papers, stacking the corrected ones in a separate pile.
He removed the pen from her hand, plucking it from her fingers. "Bullshit, Jean. We need to talk."
She let out a deep breath and looked up at him, removing her glasses and setting them on the papers. "So talk Scott."
"What's wrong Jean?"
"Didn't I already voice my opinion out in the hallway when you two were pumbling each other in the hallway?"
He crossed the room, sitting on the edge of her bed a few feet away from her. He stared down at his hands. "What happened to us? Where did we go wrong?"
She shook her head, honestly not knowing the answer. "I'm not sure, Scott. Things changed after I came back here, you know that as well as I do…nothing was the same."
"Did something happen before that that sparked all this?" he asked her, his voice carrying the hurt. He looked up at her. His mouth a grim line pulled tight.
Jean thought back to the kiss she and Logan had shared. The feel of his mouth on hers, his hands around her waist, both of them exploring each others mouths. She swallowed the feelings it stirred, pressing them back to where they came from. She hadn't told Scott, nor did she plan on it.
"We just changed Scott. It's hard to get back the feelings I once had when I'm not even sure of my feelings now," she told him. "I know I loved you. I still do, but…" her eyes lingered around the room.
"You love him too," Scott finished and Jean's eyes moved back to his, unable to say anything. He had finished her sentence without her having to utter the words.
He nodded with a sigh and stood up, rubbing his palms on the top of his jeans. "I thought so. I just didn't want to believe it, but you are choosing between us."
"Scott not now, I have too much to do," Jean shook her head. "Its why the Professor gave me the responsibility of looking after Tristian. He knew what I was going through and knew I needed a break. Time to clear my head."
"Tristian?" Scott frowned.
She glared at hi. He didn't even bother to find out the mutants name. "The mutant you so freely chucked around the school for the past 24 hours."
"The Trimutant?" he said the words as if it were a disease.
"Yes, Scott, him. His name is Tristian, use it. He's a nice boy, great personality."
"I don't like him much," he told her blankly.
"You don't like anything you fear. You are such a hypocrite," she shook her head, rubbing her eyes with one hand.
"How am I a hypocrite?" he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Because you treat him the way we never want to be treated by humanity. You fear him because he's different from you therefore you take your fear out on him just like they do to us," she explained, telling the truth.
He had no comeback for that one.
She smiled, counting points. "If you'd excuse me, Scott. I got work to do." She slid her glasses back on and turned around in her chair, opening her red pen.
"I love you, Jean,…I always have and I always will. Maybe when your head is cleared you'll remember you loved me too." He left her room closing the door behind him.
Jean had tears in her eyes. She did love Scott, but the only problem was she loved Logan too. She didn't know what she was going to do. Her heart was torn between two men she cared for and she didn't know how to make p her mind. She removed her glasses, burying her face in her hands and crying out her frustrations, finding it the only way to release her stress. For the first time, she admitted she was truly alone.
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Poor Jean, who will she choose? Even I'm not sure yet….
R&R with comments, ideas, anything. I love the input
Beezer
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Chapter 11
She opened her door, going inside and sitting at her desk where the papers were neatly stacked. She sat down in the office chair and sighed, slipping on her reading glasses and switching on the lamp. She kicked her shoes off under the desk and grabbed her red pen, marking corrections in the papers as she read them, finding errors and wrong wording.
Jean wasn't the least bit startled when a voice spoke from behind her. "We need to talk."
"Do we really?" she asked, not bothering to turn around.
"You know we do, Jean. Stop pretending we don't. Stop pretending nothing is wrong," Scott said, stepping beside her, leaning over the desk.
"Maybe because nothing is wrong," she told him, marking at the papers, stacking the corrected ones in a separate pile.
He removed the pen from her hand, plucking it from her fingers. "Bullshit, Jean. We need to talk."
She let out a deep breath and looked up at him, removing her glasses and setting them on the papers. "So talk Scott."
"What's wrong Jean?"
"Didn't I already voice my opinion out in the hallway when you two were pumbling each other in the hallway?"
He crossed the room, sitting on the edge of her bed a few feet away from her. He stared down at his hands. "What happened to us? Where did we go wrong?"
She shook her head, honestly not knowing the answer. "I'm not sure, Scott. Things changed after I came back here, you know that as well as I do…nothing was the same."
"Did something happen before that that sparked all this?" he asked her, his voice carrying the hurt. He looked up at her. His mouth a grim line pulled tight.
Jean thought back to the kiss she and Logan had shared. The feel of his mouth on hers, his hands around her waist, both of them exploring each others mouths. She swallowed the feelings it stirred, pressing them back to where they came from. She hadn't told Scott, nor did she plan on it.
"We just changed Scott. It's hard to get back the feelings I once had when I'm not even sure of my feelings now," she told him. "I know I loved you. I still do, but…" her eyes lingered around the room.
"You love him too," Scott finished and Jean's eyes moved back to his, unable to say anything. He had finished her sentence without her having to utter the words.
He nodded with a sigh and stood up, rubbing his palms on the top of his jeans. "I thought so. I just didn't want to believe it, but you are choosing between us."
"Scott not now, I have too much to do," Jean shook her head. "Its why the Professor gave me the responsibility of looking after Tristian. He knew what I was going through and knew I needed a break. Time to clear my head."
"Tristian?" Scott frowned.
She glared at hi. He didn't even bother to find out the mutants name. "The mutant you so freely chucked around the school for the past 24 hours."
"The Trimutant?" he said the words as if it were a disease.
"Yes, Scott, him. His name is Tristian, use it. He's a nice boy, great personality."
"I don't like him much," he told her blankly.
"You don't like anything you fear. You are such a hypocrite," she shook her head, rubbing her eyes with one hand.
"How am I a hypocrite?" he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Because you treat him the way we never want to be treated by humanity. You fear him because he's different from you therefore you take your fear out on him just like they do to us," she explained, telling the truth.
He had no comeback for that one.
She smiled, counting points. "If you'd excuse me, Scott. I got work to do." She slid her glasses back on and turned around in her chair, opening her red pen.
"I love you, Jean,…I always have and I always will. Maybe when your head is cleared you'll remember you loved me too." He left her room closing the door behind him.
Jean had tears in her eyes. She did love Scott, but the only problem was she loved Logan too. She didn't know what she was going to do. Her heart was torn between two men she cared for and she didn't know how to make p her mind. She removed her glasses, burying her face in her hands and crying out her frustrations, finding it the only way to release her stress. For the first time, she admitted she was truly alone.
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Poor Jean, who will she choose? Even I'm not sure yet….
R&R with comments, ideas, anything. I love the input
Beezer