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Good vs. Bad
Everyone thinks she's perfect. She's not. She's screwed up more than anybody.
Like right now, for instance. Instead of doing the good thing of going out to the movies with Scott, flirting a little and dissecting the horrible movie to bits, she declined. She had somewhere else to be. Somewhere else, that got her in the back of a car, kissing a guy in a way she'd only seen in the movies.
And of all the people, too. Remy LeBeau. Probably the biggest, most pompous ass on the face of the earth. And he was one of the bad guys, too. Not to mention, she was pretty sure he had a thing for Rogue. Bad Jean, 2. Good Jean, 0.
She was wrong. He did have a thing for Rogue. He was thinking about her while he was kissing another girl!
That was enough. She couldn't take anymore. She shouldn't have been in the car to begin with. Bad judgment. But a few apologies, and everything would be right as rain. First, Remy.
"I can't do this anymore."
"Huh?" he asked, somewhere around the crook of her neck. Jesus, what had she done?!
"I can do this. I- you don't like me. We don't know each other. You like Rogue." She pushed him off her chest, managing a strand of dignity as she straightened her hair and tugged on her already wrinkled clothes. "This isn't right." She said. "I'm sorry if I messed you up- but we shouldn't do this. It-it's wrong."
Tossing another apology over her shoulder, she climbed out of the backseat of the car. By the time the door was shut and she was heading towards her own car, she realized belatedly that she left her sweater in his car. Oh well. She certainly wasn't going back now- possibly never again, if it was possible.
Besides, Good Jean had triumphed. Well, sort of. The score was now 2-1. She had a chance, anyway.