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Chapter Written By: Harry Potter Fan 1994


Flashback

"Hi, Xavy." Kitten cooed, rushing to greet him at her door. Xavier shook her off, scowling. Sometimes, he had no idea why he put up with her. Few and far in between, though, were the moments when he was glad to have her to pay Richard back in full. Two more months, and their entire plan was complete. Dick would be a pile of miserable mush, and Kory would be his. Then he could dispose of this...thing. "I told you not to call me that, Katrina."

He growled. "So when are you planning to beg Dickhead for a date?" Kitten pouted a little. "Do we have to get down to business so fast? Don't I deserve a kiss or two for kissing him in front of that witch? Not to say he's not a good kisser, but I like you better." She simpered, stroking his arm. It took every ounce of his resolve not to push her away right then and there.

"Of course. How could I have forgotten?" He grumbled. Kitten giggled annoyingly, pressing her lips to his as they made their way to her couch. He separated as soon as possible. "Come on, Kitten. We need to set times, we need to plan, we only have two months left until the wedding--" His eyes widened.

He'd let too much slip.

"Wedding?" Kitten shrieked joyfully. "Are you proposing to me?"

Xavier sighed. "No. I'm marrying Kory in two months."

There was a dead silence for a minute. Then, "NO! You told me--you said I'm the only one! You said she was just part of the plan to get back at Dick! Why are you getting married?!" She shook the front of his collar, but he brushed his hands off.

"Calm down. It's not for real." He lied. "You are the only one. This is just so Dick loses everything. I'll divorce her, probably, in a little bit. Just as long as it takes him to give up." Kitten relaxed a little, but she still looked furious. "Okay. Now, you're going to get Dick to take you to that restaurant off of East Avenue, you know the one. Seven o'clock, Tuesday night. Everything depends on this, Kitten. It's the last date I have before the actual wedding. And give me his new address, will you? I need to send him an invitation."

Kitten flounced back on the couch, pouting again. "Fine. Tuesday, seven, East. Whatever."

"Thanks." Xavier got up and flew out the door as fast as possible. He hated being at Kitten's. Too much pink. But in the end, it would all be worth it. Kory would be his, and whatever was his, wasn't Dick's. That rich boy could get anything else he wanted, but Xavier had whatever Dick wanted most, and nothing gave him more pleasure. It would show him. Maybe it'd teach him a lesson to stop dangling all of his popularity and fame and fortune right in front of Xavier's nose, as he'd done all of high school...

End Flashback

Xavier could not believe what he was seeing. Kory and Dick. Together. Hugging. Oh, she was going to get it for this...how dare she? She was HIS,

XAVIER'S, not Dick's! "Kory." He growled menacingly. They turned around, and Kory gasped. He smirked. "Surprised to see me?"

"Xav-vier." Kory stuttered. She pulled away from Dick. "I--I--"

"I came here to ask my fiancé to dinner." Xavier explained casually, controlling all of the anger inside of him. He'd let it out later. "But seeing

as she's otherwise engaged..."

"No! Not at all, Xavier, I'm sorry!" Kory said, biting her lip at the end.

Richard stood silently behind her, probably unsure on how he could make anything easier on Kory.

"I almost forgot!" Xavier mock-exclaimed. He wouldn't need Kitten to give him the new address after all. He pulled an envelope out of his back pocket and handed it to Dick. "For you. Good thing I caught you here, huh?"

Dick opened it, and Xavier gleefully noted that all of the color had drained from his face. He glanced at Kory, than at Xavier, and nodded. "Sounds good. I'll try to be there." And he walked off.

"Xavier?" Kory asked quietly. "What did you give him?"

Xavier was too giddy to get mad at her now. He'd do it later. "An invitation to our wedding."


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