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Epsilon series	By : savysavestheday Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1075 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SENTENCE: #026 - goodbye. It's ironical, the fact he's the one who finds you crying after you've taken the cure, the one who tells you how fucking stupid you are for doing it for Drake in the first place, and he's the one who taps your shoulder one day and coolly crushes your world, just so you know, Bobby's been sleeping with the cat lady for the passed two months, figured you might wanna be informed.

� bleed like me

Usually the warm bolt of fire between your fingers helps you calm down, manages your flaming anger like nothing else ever can and yeah, makes you see more clearly. Normally it gives you back your senses, your mind, your freedom and you're strong enough to handle everything, do anything. Not this time, though, no. This time it's working against you, telling you to let it go, to lose it. Go with it. You feel it, the fire, feel it inside your head like a second party and it's got a voice of its own.

Go torch the sucker, man, go waste that asshole.

And though you fight it, tell it to shut up, you know you want to.

There's a few desks between you, but it's not enough to block her scent� It's like a catalyst to your insanity. Not to mention the way she plays with her pen, sticking it to her mouth every time she's focusing on whatever it is Xavier is lecturing about. You just keep staring to your right, keep staring at her and can't hear a word the man in the front is saying. Well, you don't give a fuck.

"Yes, Bobby?" The name catches your attention and your gaze sweeps the classroom until you locate the target. He's there, on your left, saying something that makes absolutely no sense to you� and you can't help it. The bolt you've been hiding underneath the desk grows rapidly but you manage to put it off before anyone notices.

Fuck, that was close.

If only�

You're sick and tired of the way he treats her because he doesn't know better, because he can't see what his actions are doing to her. He was your friend once and shit, it seems so ridiculous now. Seriously? This is the guy you used to look up to� and envy while at it. Envy because of all the things he has and you don't.

You're frustrated and at times so damn furious that, like now, you literally have to fight the urge to go and punch him in the gut for being so fucking stupid. So fucking blind. In the beginning you thought she wasn't good enough for him and it's funny how the tide has turned. He's not good enough for her, is he?

You hate the fact there's nothing you can actually do about it and all you really want is it, the whole thing, to be over. Why isn't it over already, huh?

You know why.

You hate him, you do, but more than that, you hate the way she doesn't fight, the way she allows it all to happen and the way she cries herself to sleep every other night, thinking no one knows. Poor little, Rogue, always playing the part of a weak little girl. She's miserable, you know she is.

So� What the fuck is wrong with her, huh? If she's so fed up being the victim, being the one used, then why the hell isn't she doing something about it? Just make it stop, end it. Say it's over.

You found her crying once. It was the day after she'd taken the cure, actually. You walked into her room without knocking, like you always do just to annoy her, and she was sitting on bed, hands on her face and just� sat there crying.

If it had been any one else, you would've turned around and left and you know that. You're not the type to stay and pat their backs, tell it's gonna be okay. You don't care. But why you decided to step in, close the door and walk to her, that you don't know. Your body moved on it's own, you guess. Or maybe you just wanted to give her a piece of your mind, tell her how fucking pathetic she is.

The second she realized she wasn't alone anymore, she tried turning her face away from you as if to hide the fact she was crying. Yeah, like you hadn't noticed already. How fucking retarded does she think you are?

"What do you want?" She snaps in angry tone, sniffing and wiping her eyes. Figures she'd be angry at you for being the one walking in on her during her weak moment. She's always angry at you anyway, no matter what you've said or done so it's nothing new. You think it's imprinted into her genes or something.

You step closer with a malice smirk playing with your lips and fold your arms. You don't even think about sitting down because let's face it� now you're above her, looking down at her and you like that.

"What did he do?" You ask, not bothering to answer her lame question. Her head turns around immediately and she's forced to bend her neck and look up. It makes you smirk, but only in the inside. Her eyes locks with yours and she frowns. "What?"

Gods, don't play that game with me, Rogue, because you're going to lose.

"Ice," you hiss the nick name venomously, hating every letter, "what did he do?"

She blinks a few times, faking confused. She's got to be faking, man.

"What?" She repeats before her face shows signs of understanding. When she gets it, what you mean by it, she suddenly looks down, shaking her head. Denying. "Nothing. No, Bobby didn't do anything. It's not� " She's struggling with the words and it gives you satisfaction by proving you're not that far off, "I'm just� nothing."

But she doesn't have to say it out loud, doesn't have to voice it. You get it anyway. It was easy to see coming, wasn't it?

"You regret it, don't you?" you question, though you know she'll deny it for sure, "You regret taking the cure."

"No," she bites back right away, glaring at you, undoubtedly wishing you to hell in her mind. Well, good. You're actually glad to see her react, glad for the red on her cheeks. Angry Rogue is always much more exciting to be around than pathetic, sobbing Rogue. She's got fire and well, everyone knows there's nothing you love more than fire. Such a pretty equation, you two.

"No, I don't," she says again firmly, but you're not sure if she's talking to you or herself. Could be either, really. "Why would I?" The bitterness is written all over her face, all the despair and regret showing so clear that it actually stings your inside, cuts.

"Okay," you shrug seemingly indifferent and roll your eyes with a snort, "fine, you regret the fact you did it for him, then. There is a difference, after all."

That does it - she's had enough and you love seeing her eyes flash a warning. She gets up from the bed straightening to her full-height and approaches you, hands placed on her hips.

Man, she always look damn hot when she's angry and knowing it's because of you� well, even better.

"I did not do it for him," she claims through gritted teeth and for a second there you're pretty sure she'll step up and claw you to pieces. Slap you, at least, but nothing happens. Nothing but the glares she's giving you.

"Yeah, you did," you accuse with a cynical laugh, watching her eyes darken and enjoying it all the way, "And you know what, Marie? You're fucking stupid for doing it. So fucking stupid."

She shakes her head, again, but this time there's a smile on her lips. Bitter and angry one, but a smile nevertheless. "Gee, thanks," she sighs, sarcastic, "You always know how to cheer up a girl, John."

"Not my game," you answer simply. Genuinely, even.

"Whatever. Go away."

And you did, but not without a snicker.

Didn't stay away for too long, though.

A week later you saw her in the hallway and well, you couldn't stop yourself. You caught up with her, tapped her on the shoulder but didn't wait to for her to turn. Instead, you pushed yourself against her back and whispered to her ear, hot breath brushing against her neck, "just so you know," you said, "Bobby's been sleeping with the cat lady for the passed two months. Figured you might wanna be informed."
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