Jean was giddy. That free-falling feeling in her gut when she woke up after a couple hours of sleep made her feel like she was constantly being pumped full of B12. She slipped out of beds in the morning 30 minutes before her alarm, her morning runs were longer, and her usual frustrations suddenly didn't seem so bothersome.

"Good morning," Jean walked into her classroom, seeing Betsy sitting on her desk.

"When were you going to tell me you had a date with Logan?"

"Oh, I don't know. We haven't really planned a time or day or anything…How did you find out?"

"Because I tried asking him out this morning."

"Oh Bets, you didn't."

"Jean, if you love me…you'll cancel so I can go out with him," Betsy slipped off the desk and approached with wide obsidian eyes.

"Betsy, I…"

"This is the only thing I ever wanted, please!"

Jean had a list of things Betsy 'only ever wanted, ever ever'…but swallowed her comments and sighed. "Ok."

"Thank you," Betsy squealed, kissing her cheek before leaving Jean all alone.

Jean made it through the day, torn between kicking herself and kicking Betsy over this. Why couldn't she, Jean Grey, tell Betsy to go find her own man? Great, now she was considering Logan 'her man'. This is why she didn't date anymore! As soon as she even looked at a guy, some other woman jumped in front of her and took him for her own. Now she'd have to go to Logan and…

"Jean."

She winced. Lunchtime had come so soon?

"Hey, Logan."

"I was thinkin'."

Jean got up from her desk, and started drawing the shades. Either she was getting a headache, or it seemed she was destined for a self imposed lock-down in her room as soon as classes were done.

"…you listenin' to me?"

"Yeah, I heard you."

"So, nine?"

"Logan, I can't."

"So…Saturday?"

"I can't date you."

"Why the hell not," his eyebrow quirked as he folded his arms over his large chest.

"I just can't. I'm sorry if I made you think I was interested…why not go out with Betsy? She's fun."

"Jean."

"I've got to go, Hank needs me in the lab," Jean slid past him before he could grab her wrist.

Betsy was lying in wait around the corner, and Jean rushed past with tears in her eyes. Logan left Jean's classroom, dragging his fingers through his hair as he muttered. Storm walked up to Logan, her smile fading as she exchanged words with the gruff Mutant. They walked away in quiet conversation, and Betsy felt like she had just stepped on a landmine of her own doing.