Mark and her stayed in Caim's and Kitchie's room for a little longer just talking. Well, Kitchie and Mark did most of the talking, Quinn and Caim both kinda drifted in their own worlds until one of their friends spoke to them directly. The only time either one of them spoke was when Kitchie brought up the Sadie Hawkins Dance. "What's that?" Quinn asked. Mark looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. "You're interested in a dance?" he asked. Quinn shrugged a shoulder. "So? I'm just curious. Aren't I allowed to be curious?" Mark didn't reply and the two of them looked towards their other friends for an answer.

"The Sadie Hawkins Dance is a yearly dance where the girls ask the guys to a dance," Caim explained, a smile twitching on his lips. Quinn tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was smiling. "You going?" she asked. He paused, then shook his head. Kitchie laughed. "Not like he hasn't been asked."

"I haven't."

"Not yet."

Caim looked over at his best friend and Kitchie laughed. "You know all the girls like you. You're the one they know they can't have. You're so moody-" He gently pushed Caim's shoulder and Caim looked away. "-that they think you're some mysterious guy. Well you are, but that's not the point, and really the whole point is that you're bound to be asked sooner or later."

"If someone asks you do you have to go with them?" Mark asked. Kitchie looked over and shook his head, yet Caim was once again the one to answer. "You don't have to, but it would be a bit impolite not to." Quinn rolled her eyes overdramaticly at the answer. "And god forbid we be impolite." Caim fixed her with a disapproving look and Quinn sat up from where she had been lying in Mark's lap. "What?" she asked. He blinked and the look was gone. Letting out a small sigh he shook his head and rested it back on the bed.

"It's getting late," Mark said, sensing the tension that was going to grow. "I'll help you back to your room Quinn." Quinn slowly stood up and pushed away the hand that Mark offered. She strode to the door and opened it, but stopped as Kitchie called her name. She turned slightly, enough that she could see him. Kitchie had moved to his side of the room and him and Mark were talking quietly. Kitchie glanced over and met her gaze before jerking a thumb a Caim with a small smile on his face. Quinn looked at the moody, black-clad male and saw that he was staring at her with no emotion evident on his features. "Sorry about slamming the door in your face," he said simply. Quinn blinked once as in the millisecond it took Caim's gaze was on the floor. She stared at him for another moment before replying: "Oh whatever." Then she turned and left the room.

She heard Mark come up behind her just as she made it to her room. "How you feeling?" he asked. She rubbed her eyes as she opened the door and stepped inside, leaving it open for Mark to follow. He shut the door and the room was plunged into darkness. Quinn felt her way through the room and plopped down on her bed. "Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"How you feeling?" He cautiously made his way towards her voice and sat down beside her. He pressed a hand to her forehead and she turned her head away slightly. "You want me to stay with you tonight?" he asked.

"Mr. Xavier won't let you."

"One night wouldn't kill anyone, or create anyone if that's what he's worried about." Quinn could hear the smile in his words, understand his joke in the statement, but she didn't laugh. She laid back on her bed and stretched her arms up into the darkness in front of her. "Since when did you care about the rules or authority?" Mark pressed, lying down next to her. She sighed and rolled over the wrong way, right into him. She went to pull away but he wrapped and arm over her slim waist.

"I'm staying whether you or the professor likes it," he told her.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I want to make sure you're ok. Falling in a frozen pond doesn't leave you without side-effects, mental or physical." Quinn shivered at the memory of the dark water pressing in on her, the feeling of helplessness, the thought that she was going to die down there in that cold, black hell…

"Hey Quinn. Earth to Quinn." Mark put on a voice like a pilot. "Please come in for a landing on planet Earth. Landing space clear and ready, please land." She rolled her eyes and lightly smacked his arm, smiling slightly. He laughed quietly and sat up, pulling her with him. He got off the bed and pulled the blankets down. "Come on," he said. "I don't bite." Quinn stared at the spot in the darkness where he stood. As she stood on the bed to walk to the head of it she asked: "What do you think of them? Of Jake and Caim."

"Kitchie and Caim?" Mark repeated.

"Yeah, them," she answered, sitting down. Mark sat beside her and pulled the blankets up. "I like Kitchie," he replied.

"He's a big kid," Quinn commented, lying down.

"Yeah, so?"

"So nothing. I'm just saying."

"Alright."

Silence.

"And what about Caim?" she asked. Mark didn't reply for a long moment as he laid down next to her and turned to face her. "He's nice," he said. "He's nice and brave…" He paused. "But a bit odd. Like Kitchie said, he's moody. He seems to be hiding a lot." Quinn nodded as she yawned. Closing her eyes she nodded again. "A lot…" she mumbled. Mark pushed a piece of hair out of her face but she was already too far into sleep to push him away.

AN: Hey! Sorry it's been kinda long since I've posted... I've been stuck. Next chapter I will be getting back on my written schedual! Well kinda. I need to put in either half a chapter or a very short chapter to bridge between this chapter and the next big thing.
I know this was more character stuff, but I need to establish stuff.

Well I hope you enjoy! Love y'all!