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Chapter 6

This so can not be happening, Kitty thought as she led Lance to the group of dancers. She knew it was selfish to just leave Rogue but her and Remy had been flirting all week, well he had been flirting while she just got angry, and it was time for them to break the ice, while for Kitty it was time to give Lance some sort of hint that she liked him.

She wondered if he managed to get the hint as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. She was so uncomfortable standing on her tip toes but it was worth it because after that he wrapped his arms around her waist and she snuggled against his chiseled chest. A small kiss caressed her lips as his hands began caressing her back. This was so unlike her and she knew it but she didn't care, she deserved a reward for being such a good girl all the time.

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Scott was standing at the stairs waiting till Jean returned. He had found an empty room with a pretty big bed and was anticipating her arrival. His plan was to play the good virgin boy when the reality was Scott was far from being a virgin. He might've had problems with the boys at his old school but he had been really popular with the ladies.

Ten minutes went by and still no Jean. He really hoped that she hadn't been joking but she may have or the other possibility was she had just been too drunk to know what she had offered. She had only had three beers but Scott knew that girls like her that rarely partied couldn't handle alcohol too well.

Cussing under his breath Scott left his spot and went to go find her, he would defiantly lose the room, but his conscious told him he needed to find her. She was the face of Bayville High and she'd never forgive him if he let her do something stupid.

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Jean wasn't sure how her attempt to find the bathroom led her outside but what she saw almost made her sick.

"What's going on here?" she asked harshly grabbing the wall for support. Things were slightly fuzzy but she was till thinking somewhat clearly. "Well!" she hollered.

Rogue and Remy, who were now standing apart, gave each other a quick confused look, which soon turned to anger, on Rogue's part at least, Remy just looked annoyed.

"Don know what you talkin' bout petite," Remy said calmly, "Rogue an Remy jus havin ourselves a lil dance under de stars."

"Ugh," Jean grumbled wanting to just lie down and sleep. Three beers didn't seem like much but for a teenage girl who only ate a sandwich for lunch everyday and was unused to drinking it had a profound effect. "Why don't you guys just get a room and get it over with!" she spat. "Can't see why the hell you'd want to tap something like that!"

"Why you dirty lil…" Rogue began taking a step forward before Remy grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Thanks for de idea petite I dink we will," Remy said with an edge to his voice, "as for tappin' anythin' why don you find dat lil pansy boy of yours an give him a lil spin, he'll give you pleasure for a while three seconds, dat if dis is one of his good nights."

Rogue laughed while Jean scowled. Jean had her hands still pressed against the wall in an attempt to keep herself straight but she staggered a little before she replied, "At least Scott wasn't humping white trash before he danced with me!"

"Ah beg to differ!" Rogue growled, "He's been dancin' with a piece of trash all night!"

"Don't talk about Scott like that!" Jean hollered removing her hands from the wall, she suddenly felt invigorated. She wanted to cut the little freaks throat, she had crossed the finale line and Jean wanted a fight. "I think a good ass kicking will put you in your place."

Rogue attempted to step toward her again but Remy's grip tightened on her elbow and he tried to pull her past Jean without any interaction. "I dink we've had quiet enough of dis, well leave you to fine your lil pansy boyfriend by yourself, goodnight Jean," he said quickly.

Jean turned red, no one spoke to her like that, but it wasn't Remy she wanted to hurt, it was Rogue. So she did the most painful thing she could think of that didn't involve having to throw a punch, she stepped in front of Remy and kissed him.

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Amanda was very upset that she had to leave so soon but her parents told her she needed to be home at midnight, no later. So there she stood at her doorstep and watched as Kurt drove off in his blue Toyota. They had left on unpleasant terms, she had tried to kiss him, he said he wasn't ready, and that had pissed Amanda off. All night he had been rubbing against her indicating he was just as interested as she was, and then he just panicked when she leaned in to give him a quick peck.

Slamming the door behind her Amanda avoided her parent's concerned looks as she headed straight to her bedroom. Things weren't as carefree as they were earlier; in fact they were even more screwed up.

She threw herself on the bed and cried loudly into her pillow, she was really frustrated. She avoided the nasty taste of the pillow cover as she slammed her hands to her sides and winched because it had hurt, a lot.

Finally she rolled onto her back and starred up at the ceiling, "What the hell is his problem!" she said allowed, "We were dancing all night! Why would he leave me out to dry like that?"

Amanda didn't have long to contemplate the issue, her anger had tired her out, and so without even changing she just pulled up one of her blankets, curled into a ball, and fell asleep.

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While the kids of Bayville were all out partying Logan and Ororo were having their own fun at her apartment. They had been out every night since he had agreed to go for drinks. They had just got back from dinner and this was the first time she had invited him up to her apartment, at first things at been awkward and silent until Ororo opened a bottle of wine and challenge Logan to a pool game. He was sure he wouldn't lose but he continued to miss his strikes on purpose just to watch her play. She could barely hold the stick let alone hit a ball; it made him laugh for the first time in weeks.

"Tell me Ororo, why the hell would you buy a pool table if you can't play?"

"Shush Logan," she teased, "I'm trying to concentrate. But if you must know I thought I made the apartment classier."

"With you around Ororo a complete dive would look classy," Logan said eyeing her up and down. She was wearing a black three quarter length sleeved dress that held tightly to her curves and had a low neckline. She was absolutely beautiful and he defiantly felt attracted to her.

Ororo tried to hide her blush by taking another sip of wine. "Your turn Logan," she stated turning toward the little bar to refill her glass. But as she watched the last of the bottle empty she didn't hear the clank of balls going into their hole. It made her feel anxious and uneasy.

"Would you like another glass…" Ororo began as she turned around but was stopped by Logan's lips crashing into hers. At first she tensed up but after a moment she allowed herself to close her eyes and relax against him.

They just stood there kissing for several minutes before Logan pulled away and looked down into her sharp blue eyes. It had been more years than he wanted to think about since he had last kissed a woman but he was glad he hadn't hopped any of the bar girls who had offered to throughout the years, Ororo had been worth the wait.

Ororo began to laugh wildly as he lifted her in his arms, a wide smile on his face, as he whispered into her ear, "Which way to the bedroom?"

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Remy wasn't prepared for what Jean did, it was too sudden. One second he was walking away then suddenly she appeared in front of him and kissed him. He did not kiss back but it took one good push to get her off him. If he wanted to kiss anyone tonight it was Rogue, Jean was a bad kisser.

"Whad are you doin?!" Remy cried as he watched Jean fall to the ground in hysterics. The girl was crazy.

Remy looked to Rogue who was just standing there a look of udder shock on her face while her eyes were blazing with anger. Too bad it wasn't the perfect time to tell her she was beautiful.

"Well…" Jean said between laughs, "I was just…. Giving you a little taste…. Of what it was like to kiss a real girl…." Jean was going to continue but she was laughing to hard.

Remy was about to respond bitterly but next thing he knew Rogue took two steps toward the hysterical Jean and gave her one good kick across the cheek. Remy would've stopped it but he was too busy imagining how painful that was.

Jean had quit laughing and cried as she fell completely to the ground, one hand on her cheek. "You shouldn't have done that bitch!" Jean said menacingly as she took a moment to collect herself.

Remy was just standing beside Rogue when suddenly Jean outstretched her hand and swung it toward them. At first Remy wasn't sure what she was doing until he felt himself being whacked by one of the deck chairs. It wasn't a little hit either, it was hard enough to knock him off his feet.

For a few moments things were kind of fuzzy considering his head had hit the wood pretty hard. When he finally got up he found Rogue tackling the girl, she was a mutant and Remy knew it, but he didn't know if Rogue did. He knew very well some mutants were dangerous, especially the ones that could throw stuff, and he was about to holler to Rogue when suddenly his world stopped.

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Kitty was sitting in Lance's car outside of her boarding house or should it be said that she was sitting on Lance who was sitting in his car. She had her arms wrapped around his neck while his were tight around her waist and they were taking a breath from the serious make out session they were having.

Kitty felt very light headed in a good way, she had never kissed a boy before and she just expected to give Lance a quick peck on the lips and the night would be over. But she hadn't been prepared for Lance to pull her close to him and start kissing her the way he did. She liked it, she liked it a lot.

Lance on the other hand had been planning it all evening, ever since they were dancing. They had played this game for to many years and they had a lot of catching up to do. Of course he didn't want to scare her so he was taking it pretty slow. He didn't care if she had never kissed before, to him she was amazing, and the little purring sounds she made when he kissed her neck made him smile. She was finally his pretty Kitty and he didn't want to let her go.

"Lance I like gotta go," she said even though she leaned closer against him.

"I know you do," replied Lance, "can I call you later?"

"It's already like two thirty," Kitty stated lazily.

"So," continued Lance, "we have a lot of things we need to talk about." He felt her smile against his neck and smiled himself. He let his hand make its way to her jaw and he tilted her head so that he could give her one last kiss. "Now scat Kit-Kat."

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Rogue hadn't intended to use her powers but Jean had been stronger than she thought and the slender red head had managed a good punch right against Rogue's bare skin.

Rogue instantly felt the pull of her power and heard Jean cry once beneath her before she had been completely knocked out and Rogue suddenly had a very angry Jean swimming through her head.

In her lifetime Rogue had only used her power twice, both on accident, and both times it had been terrible. Those people hadn't been mutants and the new rush of power Rogue was feeling scared her, she was unable to keep control. She didn't know how Jean did it but Rogue wasn't strong enough. She cried and felt herself let lose of her mental hold on her mind and next thing she knew she was throwing a chair halfway across the yard.

She cried again and curled against the wall. It wasn't just the power she couldn't control it was the sudden rush of memories. Parties, family gatherings, funerals, they all came invading her own memories and she felt like she was lost.

At least she had the sense to yell at Remy not to come near her, she had felt his hand on her shoulder and nearly screamed at him to get away. She had managed to say she was dangerous before suddenly Jean's most recent memories stabbed at her like a thousand knifes.

Rogue was still crying and whimpering when a pair of strong arms took her by the waist and legs. She was being carried but she couldn't feel it, all she felt was a bitter hatred toward herself and an awful throbbing at her head. She couldn't even feel Remy kiss the top of her head or hear him say, "It's o.k cherie, I'm here for you."

She cried again as another set of memories flooded her mind and she was lost in the complicated world of Jean Grey, it wasn't what most people thought it was.