Author's Note:
I am so sorry, guys. I cannot believe how long it's been since I updated. I bet you thought I disappeared off the face of the earth! I am really, truly, sorry. My life has just been so hectic; I just took finals, and it's still a really stressful week. However, next week will be much less stressful, so I can update more then. I'll try to get the next chapter up in a couple of days. I promise that I have not given up on this story, but with school life and social life and home life all chaotic at the moment, there will be days when I don't post. And I am so sorry for that. Hopefully Kuga won't tear out my throat for not updating. XD
Anyway, enough apologies. On to the story!
Douglas's POV:
The dance wouldn't be over for a few more hours, but I couldn't take it anymore. I left the Dining Hall, and walked out into the darkness. I spread my wings, and flew. I flew until my I couldn't hear anything but the beating of my wings roaring in my ears. Tears rolled down my face, falling down to earth a million miles below me. I loved Sam so much, but she would never love me back.
I realized that I should probably get back to the dance. I had to help clean up, although the dance was probably over. I titled my wings, and flew back to the School. I landed on the grass in the courtyard, and saw Rogue crying.
"Rogue?" I called, turning back into a human. My claws gone, I reached out to her, and laid my hand on her shoulder. "Rogue, are you okay?"
"Yeah." Rogue said. She turned around and gasped.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"Sorry. I thought you were Warren." Rogue explained. "I heard wing beats."
"Oh, right." I paused. "So are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." Rogue brushed her hair behind her ear, and I realized that she had a white streak at the front of her hair. She noticed me looking at it, and explained, "I didn't dye it. I-" She broke off. "It's a long story. Magneto used my powers, or really I used his, and then I ended up almost dying. I only lived because I used Logan's powers on accident."
Logan. Why did everything have to come back to that stupid Logan? Loga this, Logan that. That stupid Wolverine.
Rogue looked at me curiously. "I hear you asked Sam to dance."
I didn't reply.
"She turned you down?" Rogue said it softly. She understood.
"Yeah." I couldn't say anything more than that, it hurt too much. "Why were you crying?"
"I wasn't crying." Rogue said. But I could still see the tears on her face.
"Oh, sure. Just like I wasn't just crying a few minutes ago." I retorted.
Rogue didn't say anything.
"Is the dance over?" I asked her.
"Yes." Rogue said. "It's one in the morning, Douglas."
Ah. "Time flies when you're flying." I joked.
Rogue laughed. "Yeah, I guess so."
"I'm going to bed, I'm tired. You should get some rest, too." I told her.
Rogue didn't say anything, but as I walked inside, I turned to look at her again. I could see her tears glistening in the moonlight. Then I left.
A/N:
What is poor Rogue so sad about? You'll find out in the next chapter. (Which will be updated shortly, I promise!)