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Teacher's Pet: Fun with Lunch
Jean Grey felt a bead of sweat begin to form on her brow. Her mind felt fried from the dozens of heavy lifting excersises with her mind as Matilda had so happily stood and watched. Jean hated her circumstances. She couldn't just tell Matilda to go to that unhappy place beneath the ground and do it herself. One, because Matilda would comply, and two, because she had the Telekinetic muscle to back it up. Jean tried to keep her focus on the apple she was slicing up telekinetically when the loud crunching of the chips her mentor was eating grated her last raw nerve. The knife plunged into the apple like a death statement.
Matilda noticed this with a smirk written on her lips. She swallowed the well chewed potato chip and shifted so her back was leaning on the wall of the counter she was perched on.
"What's the problem, my young pupil?" Matilda asked. Jeanie shot her a death glare but couldn't shield her thoughts. Matilda laughed. "Is that a profanity I hear?"
Jean leaned against the counter and let the floodgates of her mind swell open with a raised brow. Matilda took it in with laughter, cracking up at the idea of Jean shoving a bar of soap in her mouth after hog-tying her and throwing her in a vat of boiling oil. The thoughts were suddenly completely cut off as the Professor wheeled into the room.
"Now now girls. I won't have that distasteful slum from the minds of young women such as yourselves." Professor X scolded sternly. Matilda brightened.
"Okay, Jean. You have the wrong angle. You can't just think about it. You have to feel it!" Matilda exclaimed.
She pushed Jean out of the way and started working her magic. Matilda turned the radio on with the briefest bat of her eyelash, right at the station she wanted it. She multi-tasked. The peanut butter and jelly jars floated to the counter simultaneously, just as the butter knives for each came from the open drawer. She proceeded to pack the lunch that Jean had failed to do, while managing to dance to one of her faverite songs on the radio. Two pieces of bread plopped on the counter before her as she motioned for the fridge to open itself. It did so, and with the open door came a can of Sprite, which she left hovering as she spread an even layer of PB&J on the bread slices. She dropped the messy apple in a plastic bag and and then into a paper bag she drew out of the draw behind her.
Jean wasn't the slightest bit amused. Proffesor X was watching her with interest and looked quite pleased with the speed in which she was finishing Jean's excersise. She was close to strangling her mentor. An idea came to her mind and a grin almost went to her face. She quickly messed with the contents of the still hovering soda can quietly, sheilding her telekinetic activity with a discreet blend of telepathy, then leaned back on the counter as Matilda finished the routine. Matilda clapped her hands together, then got the sandwich wrapped and in the bag. She snatched the floating bottle of sprite and grinned at Charles.
"Thats how we do it." Matilda grinned triumphantly.
She opened the can of Sprite and let out a cry as it burst in her hand. The carbonated drink sprayed all over her Levis and shirt, soaking them. Matilda glared at Jean, who was trying desperately not to laugh, then threw the can in the sink and stormed away to change. Professor Xavier raised a brow at Jean.
Was that really necessary? he thought.
Jean chuckled, opening the fridge telekineticly and getting a Sprite.
Just showing her how it's done. Jean answered with a mischievous grin.
A/N: Mwa ha ha ha! Oh the cleverness of me!(Peter Pan) Happiness is lots of reviewers, not always chocolate bunnies, so if you could review, that would be mojo, momo, peachy, you get the idea!