"Scott," I follow him as he walks out into the crowded street, leaving my new team behind. "Please, just listen to me!"
He keeps walking. I need him to see that the way I feel about John is nothing compared to the way I feel about him!
"Cyclops!" I yell, using his code name due to the public setting.
"Back off, Ardor!" He calls back.
"No!" I protest. "I gave up too easily before. I'm not letting you go!"
I keep shadowing his journey. I'm not losing him! I soon see where he's heading - the X-Men!
"Where have you been?" Warren questions Scott, obviously not noticing me.
"Ardor!" Bobby exclaims happily at the sight of me. He doesn't hate me?
"Hi." I reply shyly.
"She's not sticking around, don't get too attached." Scott mumbles, as if talking to a bunch of kids about a naughty puppy.
"What are you wearing?" Warren laughs, standing beside me.
"You guys don't hate me for what happened with Pyro?" I asked shyly.
"Once an X-Man, always an X-Man." Jean smiles.
"We're not taking sides." Bobby speaks up.
"I'm sorry." Although I speak to my friends, my eyes are fixated on Scott, who stands about ten feet away. "For everything."
"Come on, we're mutants! If we've learnt anything here, it's that wasting time judging people gets you nowhere." Warren gives me a quick, unexpected hug. I hug him back, awkwardly avoiding his wings.
"So, how's life with the X-Men?" I ask, a fake smile pulled across my lips. I should be happy - I haven't lost my friends forever - but all I can think about is Scott. I just want to show him how much I care. He needs to know that I see what a huge mistake I made.
"Well, firstly, Cyclops hasn't left your- his room since... You know." Bobby comments, unintentionally making me feel even guiltier.
"And then, after we managed to get him out for today, he's just gone psycho, moody leader on us." Warren's features adopt a confused expression to support his words. I finally smile - it's cute.
"He's not coping well, is what I think the boys are trying to say." Jean sighs sadly. "And today, he seems to be taking it out on us."
"That's not fair. This isn't your fault. It's mine." I whisper the last two words weakly.
"Well, how have you dealt with it? I'm sure you've taken the pain out on someone else?" Jean suggests, trying to justify Scott's actions.
"Yeah, I guess." More guilt blooms at the thought of how I've treated John.
"We really miss you already." Jean says sadly.
"I'm sorry." I reply. "I miss you guys too."
"I'm sure he'll forgive you in time." Jean's smile is ripe with sympathy. She sounds like my mom.
"I hope so." I sigh heavily.
"Group hug." Bobby announces, making me and Jean laugh. He quickly pulls us all into a tight hug, denying us the pleasure of breathing.
"Okay, Bobby." Warren breathes, squirming awkwardly. "Crushing the wings."
"Sorry, feather boy." Bobby laughs, releasing us.
"It's okay, frost kid." Warren retorts mockingly.
"It's ice, dude." Bobby corrects, shooting an icy blast at Warren who steps gracefully out of the line of fire.
"You're gunna have to do better than that if you're going to-"
"Iceman! Angel!" Scott calls from where he is stood alone. The boys look at each other and roll their eyes, before making their way over to him.
"So, what are you guys actually doing here?" I ask Jean, turning my attention to her.
"The same reason you're here, I assume." She seems pretty proud.
"I doubt that." I mumble.
"We got a tip off about it too." She speaks as if I should know what she's talking about.
"About what?" I furrow my brow.