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First Times at Bayville High	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 21213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 11: Interlude

Unshed tears glinting even now in her dark-almond eyes, Danielle fell silent. She stared at the floor just past her toes, unable or unwilling to make eye contact with the others. With a sniffle, she wiped at her eyes.

Amara and Kitty appeared almost immediately beside her. Kitty wrapped her pale arms around the darker girl. Danielle leaned her head on her roommate’s shoulder and gave Amara a wan but grateful smile when the princess placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Jean projected a soothing aura, a subtle, calming ambiance, to allow Danielle to recover from telling her story. Meanwhile, the other girls remained silent, unsure how to react.

Finally, Danielle found her voice again. “So, that’s my story. I guess I owe you an apology, Amara, for ruining your party.”

Amara shook her head. “You have nothing for which to apologize, Danielle. It is I who am sorry – sorry that your first time proved so… unsatisfying.”

“I’d call it ‘terrible’,” muttered Tabby, crossing her legs and bouncing the one on top impatiently.

“Ye said ye maet be knocked up, lass,” said Rahne, “but if ye only got fucked a few days ago…”

“She won’t know fer sure ‘till her next period,” finished Rogue.

“That won’t be for another week or two,” Danielle admitted shyly. “Until then, though, until I can take the test, I feel like I’m walking on one of those rickety rope bridges in the jungle, like in the movies, never knowing which step will cause which part to break, the whole thing collapsing under me.”

“Don’t worry, Danielle,” Kitty reassured her, “we’re, like, your friends, y’know? We’ll be right there to help you through whatever happens.” She gave her Native American roommate another hug.

Jean nodded. “We are your friends, and we appreciate you trusting us enough to tell us such a painful story.” Wanda pursed her lips thoughtfully.

“I just wish I knew what to do,” Danielle sighed.

“I’ll go blow his balls off right now!” cried Tabby, nearly leaping to her feet. Her signature gumball-sized explosives appeared in her hands.

“Ain’t you overreactin’ a bit, Tabby?” asked Rogue, unfolding her limbs to tackle the blonde and drain her if necessary.

“I’m surprised nobody else wants to,” she snarled, stopping short and eyeing Rogue warily. “Bobby raped her, guys.”

Amara covered her mouth with her hands, while most of the other girls’ shock – shock that palpably rippled through the room at the word – manifested in similar expressions. Some winced; others’ eyes widened; others’ jaws dropped.

Danielle shook her head vehemently. “Wh-what? No! It wasn’t… it wasn’t like that at all.”

“Wake up already!” Tabby growled. “He just shoved his dick into you without your consent! It was exactly like that!”

“But I was pretty horny at the time,” countered the Seneca girl, “and it started to feel kinda good at the very end.”

“You, like, didn’t say you told him to stop, either,” noted Kitty. “Based on what happened with me and Kurt, communication is super-critical to really enjoy sex, especially the first time or whatever.”

Amara nodded. “My experiences with Sam bear that out as well.”

“You don’t get it at all,” continued the still-irate Tabby. “It doesn’t matter if she was horny, or if it felt good, or if she didn’t tell him to stop. She didn’t give him permission in the first place, so it’s rape.”

“So soon after the incident, you might be in denial,” added Jean softly, addressing the now stricken-looking Danielle so she would feel included in the conversation, rather than the subject of it, invisible, the way Tabby had done.

“I… he… he didn’t mean to, I’m sure,” stammered Danielle.

Jean flushed. “I didn’t mean to cheat on my boyfriend,” she offered. Once it was uttered, however, it sounded less consoling than it had in her mind’s ear.

An evil grin on her face, Tabby asked, “So, can I blow his nuts off now?”

“You should talk to Bobby about it, like, ASAP,” suggested Kitty.

Jubilee snorted. “Yeah, he probably has no idea you feel so bad about what happened. He’s a sweet guy, but he’s kinda dumb.”

Danielle fought valiantly not to smile. “Yeah, he’s pretty oblivious. I guess that explains what happened as much as anything.” Looking around the room at the other mutant girls, all visibly supportive in their own ways, she thanked them earnestly as a group. To Tabby, she pleaded, “Please don’t hurt him, not yet anyway, not until I’ve had a chance to talk to him.”

Nodding and smoothing her sleepwear, Jean added, “He may have interpreted your reactions to his touch as consent.”

Danielle looked thoughtful. “If it’s all just a big misunderstanding, I want to find that out before you maim him.”

Tabby sat back down, huffing and resuming the impatient bouncing of her crossed legs. “I don’t see what difference it makes, but he’s your boyfriend.” She tugged one of her fuchsia bra-straps back into place on her shoulder.

“For now, anyway,” replied Danielle. “In his favor, he’s respected my space since… the incident.”

Amara regarded her roommate gently. “Something more about this situation bothers you greatly. Will you tell us? We will gladly support you, as we have supported Danielle.”

Tabby turned her head, away from all the other girls in the room. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” she snapped.

Surveying the room, measuring the mood, Amara, as hostess, made a decision she hoped would improve the other girls’ now-somber dispositions. “I believe we should take another break. I want us all to remain friends in spite of this slumber party.” She smiled wanly.

Some of the girls stood and stretched. Some refilled their drinks. A few dashed back to their rooms briefly. Kitty stayed beside Danielle, unwilling to abandon her friend, even if she were merely returning to the sofa. Danielle tried to tell Kitty that she was fine, but Kitty wouldn’t budge.

From her perch atop the pinball machine, Jubilee rested her chin on her knee, holding it in place with her arms wrapped around the shin. Her other leg dangled. Her dark brown eyes stared at the back of the sofa and at nothing at all, as she was lost in thought.

Feeling Jubilee’s gaze directed at her – or, at least, directed at the couch she sat on – Jean turned around. “Why don’t you join the circle?” the redhead suggested. “I think there’s room between Rogue and Danielle, if you’d like to pull up a chair.”

The California girl bit her lip. “I dunno. I guess I just don’t feel like I’m part of the group anymore.”

The older girl studied the younger for a long moment. “Not since you moved back here,” Jean surmised.

“Pretty much, yeah.” Jubilee shook her head. “This party and everyone’s stories aren’t helping.”

“As I told Tabby,” interjected Amara, feeling it her duty to insert herself into the conversation, “we, your friends, are here to support you. Please open up to us.”

“Is it because you’re still a virgin?” Wanda guessed. “If so, it’s okay,” she added hastily, her cheeks blooming scarlet. “I’m, ah, right there with you,” admitted the increasingly-embarrassed reality-warper, intending to reassure the other girl.

Jubilee chuckled ruefully. “No, I’m not a virgin, by any stretch of the imagination. Just the opposite, in fact – I’m a whore.”

“C’mon, Jubes, we all know Tabby’s the whore queen ‘round here,” Rogue teased, chucking her thumb at the busty blonde.

“Fuck you, bitch,” laughed Tabby good-naturedly. “You’re just jealous that I get laid so much.”

Rogue laughed too. “Damn raht Ah am!”

“At least you can brag about it,” gritted Jubilee through clenched teeth. “Everyone you spread your legs for is by choice, right?”

“These days, yeah, but not always,” Tabby replied. “Wait a sec… oh no you don’t.”

Jubilee merely blinked in confusion. Tabby continued: “You’re not gonna trick me into talking about my first time. I already said I wasn’t gonna talk about it.”

“You’ve been very touchy about the subject tonight,” observed Jean.

“That bad, huh?” queried Rogue.

Tabby snorted, “Like you wouldn’t believe.” Rogue merely pursed her lips in response. “Besides,” the so-called ‘wild one’ continued, “I don’t wanna hog the spotlight from Jubes here.”

Rolling her eyes, the San Franciscan replied, “Gee, thanks.” After a deep, shaky breath, she told them, “Everyone who’s gone already had sex with someone they wanted to. Even you, Danielle – you’d probably have given it up to Bobby at some point, right?”

Danielle looked at the floor. “Eventually, I guess,” she admitted.

“Jean, you said you wanted to fuck that lame jock guy, right?”

The redhead nodded, her face matching her hair. “You might say I was, um, eager to try sex with the proper planning and intent.”

Teeth clenched, Jubilee nodded. “Yeah, well, consider yourselves lucky. I seriously envy every fucking one of you. I’d gladly trade my first time with anyone who’s told her story already,” she elaborated, “even you, Danielle. Maybe ‘especially’ you, since Bobby and I were…”

Here she stopped herself, shaking her head. “Whatever – it doesn’t matter now.” Jubilee shot Wanda an icy look. “I know you didn’t have anything to do with it,” she acknowledged, “but your dad fucking ruined my life.”

Wanda’s brow furrowed. “You’re blaming my father because you had a bad experience with sex?”

“I wasn’t kidding about being a whore,” replied Jubilee. Rather than sit on the pinball machine any longer, she began pacing. “Every time I’ve had sex, I did it to get something I needed – food, shelter, cash, transportation.”

“Oh my God,” Kitty gasped, “are you for real?”

With a chuckle somewhere between rueful and spiteful, Jubilee answered, “Shit doesn’t get any more real than that. I did what I had to do to survive.”

Wanda shook her head, growing angrier by the moment. “I still don’t see how this is Father’s fault.”

Amara’s face bore a stunned expression. “What about your parents? I thought they withdrew you from the Institute. How did you end up…?” She could not force herself to finish the question.

“Yeah, they did,” responded the still-pacing Jubilee, “because Magneto revealed the existence of mutants to the world and the Institute as a mutant school. For some reason, they thought I’d be safer at home.”

“I… I’m sorry,” apologized Magneto’s daughter. “I didn’t know.”

“Did your parents lose their jobs,” Tabby asked, “because their daughter was a mutant?”

Jubilee shook her head. “No, actually, which is kinda surprising. I… ran away from home.”

“Y’ain’t the only one,” Rogue told her softly.

Tabby snorted. “Yeah, you’re in good company.”

Her anger largely spent, Jubilee came around the couch to sit beside Jean, who gave her a nod and a supportive smile. “I ran away,” she reiterated, looking the other girls defiantly in the eyes, “because I didn’t want my parents to live with the shame of having a daughter who was both a mutant and a whore. Remember how I said that every time, I extracted a price?”

The others nodded silently, amazed to see and to have seen the dam of Jubilee’s pent-up emotions finally burst. The self-professed prostitute sighed and rolled her eyes at herself. “The first time was for… for grades, of all things,” she admitted amid the others’ disbelieving stares.

“I’ve been called a grade-grubber,” Jean finally managed, “but that seems a bit… excessive.”

“You didn’t, like, do one of your teachers did you?” Kitty asked with a grimace.

Jubilee scrunched her face. “No way! Nothing that gross.” She sighed again, her posture relaxing as the weight of her story slowly began to lift. “His name was Mark, and he was a senior. He was the assistant in our math class, a total geek.”

“Sam is a ‘geek’,” Amara sniffed. “I see no problems with a man like that.”

Jubilee shrugged. “Sam has charm and social skills, and he’s pretty handsome,” she countered. “Mark didn’t have any of those qualities, but he had the brains I needed to improve my math grade, which was in the toilet because I fucking suck at math.”
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A/N: Greetings all. I somehow managed to get this chapter put together for you, in spite of the busy schedule. I just got bit by the writing bug and said "damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead!" I likely had more important things to do, but when the Muse calls, I must answer.
I had declared on the discussion forum for this story that FTaBH was on hiatus; it still is, officially. Basically, I'll update whenever I can, but it'll be exceedingly sporadic until at least December, and probably until next May. I hope this will tide everyone over until the next update.
I welcome any and all feedback, whether rating, review, or discussion on the forum (see A/N for Chapter 1 for the link).
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