Busted (a Nut)

“ANNA MARIE, WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR HAIR?!” a loud, female voice yelled nearly outside Sydney’s door. Sydney immediately shot right up when she heard that line. That was clearly Jean’s voice, and it sounded like she just caught Anna Marie’s reward for her handiwork. Sydney quickly got up and peaked out the door to see what was happening. It appeared she was not the only one who was peaking out, since she could see Kurt peaking out of his and Pitor’s door while it seemed Kitty just straight up left her room and is now in the hallways.

“Like, Oh-Em-Gee! Is that cum?!” asked Kitty as she saw Anna Marie, wrapped in a towel with her shower basket in hand, standing in front of Jean. “Who the hell did you blow?!” she asked, both curious and wanting to mess with her fellow mutant.

“KITTY!” roared Jean. “DO NOT ASK THOSE THINGS!” she scolded the young girl, who stepped back because of the volume of Jean’s voice and the slight psychic waves that seemed to emanate from her when she yelled.

“Ah...ah ... .ah don’t know what either of ya are talkin’ ‘bout!” stammered out the now very embarrassed center of attention.

“Like girl, it’s clear as day you got glazed on the face!” Kitty told Anna Marie as she turned various colors of red in shame and embarrassment.

“Kitty, ENOUGH!” Jean said in an attempt to regain control of the situation.

“Hold on, let me just capture this moment for posterity!” said the giddy teenager as she grabbed her phone to take a picture of Anna Maire. Both Anna Marie and Jean were so caught off guard by Kitty’s statement and how fast she got her phone’s camera ready that neither could stop her. However, right before Kitty could take the snapshot, a narrow red beam flew from the other side of the hallway and hit Kitty’s hand in just the right way to not cause her any physical damage, but did knock her phone away.

“I’m not quite sure what is going on yet, but I figure you taking pictures will not improve the situation,” Scott said as he and Hank walked down the hall to see what the commotion was all about.

“Oh. Em. Gee! That phone, like, cost a 4 hundo!” groaned Kitty as she saw her phone laying on the floor with a hole through it. “You, like, totally owe me a new one!” she demanded of Scott.

“One: I’ll talk to the professor about it unless Two: you do not deserve a new phone for whatever you were about to do,” he told her calmly. She responded with a huff and crossing her arms.

“Like, Kitty was gonna take shots of me in mah towel!” Anna Marie told Scott, in an attempt to get him on her side.

“No I wasn’t!” countered Kitty. “I was gonna take a pic of your cum coated hair!” she said with a smug matter of factness.

“Kitty, that is not helping your case,” Scott told the teen as he turned to Anna Marie. “and why exactly do you have cum in your hair?” asked Scott.

“Oh...ah...well...ya see…” stammered Anna Marie as she did not know what to say.

“That’s not important, Scott!” Jean told her husband. “We know why she has...that in her hair. We need to find out who she did that with, so we can punish them!” Jean finished. Scott’s eyebrow raised at the words his wife was saying.

“Come now, Jean, must you be so hard on our Romeo and Juliet?” asked Hank as he spoke calmly to the hysterical woman.

“Yes! We cannot allow such things in the school!” she said as a mother hen ready to protect her chicks.

“Jean, honey, I love you but you are being irrational,” Scott told Jean, who turned to face him with a nasty glare on her face. “I ahem remember you and me doing similar things when we were their ages. Can we really punish them for doing the same things we did?” asked Scott. Jean’s anger nearly peaked.

“Of course!” she told Scott. “We were young and stupid and lucky we didn’t get any other consequences!” she told her love. “We need to make sure they don’t make the same mistakes that we did!” she told him.

“Jean, is it not our duty as educators and mentors to help guide these young minds through life? How can we guide them if we ban them from the things that they learn life lessons from?” mused Hank as he questioned Jean’s line of thinking.

“What, no! They are horny kids who will do stupid things and make mistakes and ruin their lives!” she argued.

“So, being regular ole teenagers?” asked Scott. “The very thing we want to try to give them here, at this school for mutants to try to live a normal life?” he continued.

“I...but...they…” Jean signed and lowered her head in defeat. “I was being a big hypocritical fool, wasn’t I?” she asked as tears formed around her eyes.

“You were being a caring mother,” started Scott before he heard Watch it in his head. “*ahem, a caring big sister to the kids. You only want what’s best for them and I’m sure they appreciate the effort, even if the message was a bit...outdated,” he told her. “Right, everyone?” he asked as his ruby quarts glasses had a red sparkle in them.

“Oh, uh, like totally. All’s forgiven, right Anna Marie?” Kitty said as she extended a hand out to her fellow teenage. Anna Marie slowly took Kitty’s hand the two shook.

“Ah agree,” she said in a tired voice. “Now, can ah get back to mah showa?” she asked as she slowly started to move towards the bathroom, not waiting for an answer.

“Of course,” Scott said as she walked past him. “I’ll deal with this,” he said as he squeezed Jean, who gave out a little yelp in surprise. “The question is, who was the lucky guy?” he asked Jean and Hank.

“Perhaps, it was no man at all,” proposed Hank as he saw Sydney peaking out of their shared room.

“Hmm, that would make sense,” agreed Scott.

“One that can’t touch, and the other who has something that enjoys being touched and no experience with it?” chimed in Jean. “That would make sense. So that means…” Jean trailed off as she joined Scott and Hank who were looking at Sydney as she peaked out of her room.

“Uh...hi?” she said meekly as she gave a wave.

“Sydney. Out. Now.” Jean said rather curtly.

“‘Gentleness is a strong hand with a soft touch. It is a tender, compassionate approach toward others' weaknesses and limitations.’ - Author unknown,” Hank told his good friend in an attempt to calm her down. Jean took a deep breath before she spoke.