Untold

Untold ( R )

Disclaimers:I do not own the characters used in this work of fanfiction (Marvel does) nor do I make a profit from writing/posting this. This is just for fun and is not intended to represent anyone living or dead.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…It’s time for
everyone’s favorite game, find the typos! This is another fic for Jack’s
Bittersweet Love challenge, this one written to snark someone.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

The world
shifted and turned and it felt like I was falling. I couldn’t move. All I
could do was stare and shake. A simple question…I
just wanted to ask her a simple question.
Jean, will you be my girlfriend?
I knew, up until that second, that she was going to say yes.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I knew it like I knew my own name, like I
knew the sound of her footsteps coming down the hall to my room late at night
after everyone had gone to bed. I knew
it and trusted it and had it ripped from me before I could give hope
wings.

It was
late, after midnight but before one. I
couldn’t wait to see her, despite my promise to keep away until two.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The nights she came to me, I told her to
come as soon as possible. The nights I
went to her, she made me wait. Some
nights, it was just until eleven. Some,
until two or three and once she made me wait until almost dawn, waking me out
of a deep sleep with her voice in my mind.
I didn’t mind the sneaking—I knew how our friends were.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I knew they’d tease us, talk and make comments that would embarrass me into
snapping and her into silence, but I wanted everyone to know.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’d tell her that when we laid in bed together,
sweaty and breathless, her beautiful red hair tangled around my fingers like a
binding web. “Please, Jean?” I’d ask,
begging plainly. She would laugh a
little, say no and promise me soon.
She’d promise me she would let me say something to Kurt soon, since he’s
my best friend in the world, or promise me that she would tell Rogue or one of
the other girls about us, just to test the waters. I believed her, too. I
wanted it to be so true…

She didn’t
come at eleven, twelve, one… At two I decided to stop making myself sick about
it and go see her. Maybe, I thought,
she fell asleep doing homework. Maybe
she’s on the phone with her mother.
Maybe she’s sick… I didn’t
bother knocking, just went in. And
there she was, her untold lies exposed for me to see. She didn’t see but but he did.
He looked directly at me and smirked.
The bastard smirked. He had
known…he had to have known… Jean on her knees, her back to me, Scott looking
right at me and knowing, helping her lie, break her promises…style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I wanted to scream, shout, throw something
heavy… I just phased through the door
and ran back to my room. I had known…I
had known everything and been so sure.
I couldn’t feel my arms, my legs, my lips, my tongue.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She would never know I had seen. I would
never tell her. I would never have her
now.