He seemed to be able to focus better the next day, and credited it to finally asking her out. Everything that was being taught in art, mechanics and math went in one ear and out the next. The only thing he could think about was getting to forth period. English. Seeing her.

It was insane. He never imagined a girl would have this kind of effect on him. It was a new feeling. A wonderful feeling. A confusing feeling. He liked this feeling.

"Do pages one-fifteen to one-sixteen. Problems one through twenty." Emma Frost said, and that was all it took. He stood up, quickly gathered his things and bounded out of the room and down the hall to English. He reached the door and quickly ran over to his seat. His heart beat fast in his chest when he saw her. She was sitting in her chair talking to Kateryna Lipko, aka Hummingbird.

"Hey." He said as he slid into his seat. She turned to look at him and smiled.

"Hey yourself." She turned back to Kateryna. "Talk to you later?"

Kateryna nodded, and in a thick Ukraine accent said, "Yes. We can talk later." Kateryna turned and made her way back to her desk at the front of the class room.

"How are you?" John asked sweetly and Sophia grinned.

"Just dandy. You?"

John grinned. "Same. Anything new?"

Sophia sighed and put on a thoughtful face. "Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. I got asked out by a really cool guy last night."

"Really?" He asked, playing along and trying his best to keep from grinning like an idiot. "Do I know this 'guy'?"

Sophia nodded, her lips pursed. "Yep."

John laughed. "Then I'm sure he's a really great guy."

"Oh, he's the best. Really funny and sweet. Hot too."

John blushed slightly. "Should I be jealous?"

Sophia appeared to think for a minute. "Yes, I think you should be."

John tried hard to keep from smiling, but ended up failing miserably. Sophia's face burst into a grin too, and she giggled.

A 'bamf' from the front of the classroom shattered their moment and they reluctantly looked away from each other.

"Guten tag." Nightcrawler greeted. "Would you be so kind as to take out your English books and turn to page one-sixty-five. Today, we are going to continue our lesson on pronouns."

About two minutes into the lesson, John placed a piece of paper on Sophia's notebook. She glanced at him curiously, and noted that his eyes were focused on Nightcrawler. Too focused. She looked down at the paper and read it's contents.

Hi.

She smiled and wrote a greeting back.

Hey.

Then she passed it back to John. Moments later it reappeared in front of her.

What's up?

She turned her head and glared at him, but his nose was in his book. She wrote a quick response.

Listening to Nightcrawler. Which is the same thing you should be doing.

She passed it back to him and watched out of the corner of her eye as he scribbled back a response.

I'll get my notes from Bobby. This is a lot more fun anyway.

She smiled and added on to their list.

I have to agree with you on that. I guess I can copy notes from someone.

She passed it back and waited while he responded.

That's the spirit. You shouldn't always be the good girl, you know. Have a little fun sometimes.

She scoffed and quickly wrote back.

Who are you calling a good girl, buster? And, for your information, I do have fun.

She saw him smirk, glance over at her and then cover the paper as he wrote.

Oh. I forgot. You braid Rogue's hair, don't you. I'm sure that's fun.

She knew that he was just teasing, but he was really starting to piss her off. She roughly took the paper and wrote in bold letters:

BITE ME!

She heard him snort beside her, but he quickly covered it up with a cough. Moments later the paper was in front of her again. She glanced down and read the new line of text. She grinned and felt her cheeks grow hot.

Gladly.

She cast a sideways glance at him and saw that his eyes were on hers. After thinking for a minute, she slid the paper back across the table and watched as he read what she had written.

Maybe someday, I'll let you.

His eyes widened as he read and re-read the five words that she had written in her neat script.

He thought for the remainder of class, trying to figure out something as good or better to respond with. The bell rang, and after not coming up with anything, he scrabbled a simple word, slid the paper to her and said his goodbyes.

After he had made his hasty departure, she looked down at the paper and laughed.

Cool.

–

It was one hour. One hour until he could see her again. Actually, it wasn't even an hour. It was more like forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes until he could see her again. Forty-five painfully long minutes. He was going crazy. Each word Storm said bounced right off of him as if he was protected by an invisible forcefield. He didn't gather anything about the history of the first mutant and human encounter. And what did it matter? He didn't need to know this. No one in the classroom needed to know this. It was history. Happened in the past. No need to dig it back up.

He turned his attention back to Sophia. Her laugh. Her smile. Her voice. He'd heard about love at first sight, but he'd always thought that it was a lie. Until this moment. It was there in Storm's political science class that he realized that he was in love with his classmate, Sophia Lockhart.

This realization made him grin.

–

They met up again in chemistry, and began passing the note again almost as soon as class had started.

How was political science?

John hesitated before writing his response. He wanted to be honest with her, but he couldn't tell her about his realization. Not yet. It was too soon.

Boring. Who cares about our first encounter with humans. Leave the past in the past.

He heard her chuckle.

I know, right? I enjoy learning about the history of us, but do we really need to extend a simple discussion to a week long seminar? It's kind of crazy.

He smiled. He was definitely in love with her.

Exactly.

The passing stopped for a few minutes before the note slipped into his line of sight. He looked down and frowned.

So, where is it exactly you are going to take me on our date?

He thought about lying, but decided to be truthful.

I haven't really thought about that. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?

He watched her face as she read, and felt a wave of relief when she smiled.

There are tons of places that I would like to go, but since you did the asking, you have to figure out where to take me.

He pouted.

Come on. One hint. It's not fair. I'm not the psychic.

She smirked and passed the note back to him, shaking her head as she did.

As long as you're there, anywhere will be fine.

He grinned, blushed slightly and had to focus hard on Wolfsbane to keep from freaking out.

–

A/N: How was that? I'm feeling very romantic with these two. Hope I didn't cause anyone to lose their lunch. Or breakfast or dinner...

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