77. The Bet
"Pyro?" My voice is quiet, as I know that calling out to him physically is not as much use as telepathically, but I try it anyway.
"John." I close my eyes and focus my thoughts. It's starting to get cold and my uniform offer little protection from the low temperature.
"I thought you weren't coming." His thoughts sound hurt.
"You promised - for the third time - to tell me your exciting plan. How could I resist?" I turn when I hear his laughter behind me.
"I will tell you tonight, promise." He says, smiling as he approaches me.
"You said that the last two nights we met up!" I whine. I really want to know his idea!
"I know, but this time I actually will." He winks at me, the streetlights illuminating his face.
"Pyro, you never give me any reason to trust you!" I laugh.
"Yeah, but you love me!" He reaches me now, grinning.
"No. I put up with you, because you're pyrokinetic, and if I didn't you'd just keep using our telepathy to bother me!" I state, turning with him and walking casually towards a cluster of trees.
"You know it's more than that." I blush slightly at his words. "You dream about me!"
"Hey! What do you know about my dreams?" He's gotta stop going into my head all the time.
"I know what you dreamt of last night." Oh god! I hope not!
"Prove it!" I dare bravely, praying that he can't.
"You can look into my eyes anytime, baby!" The way he repeats the words he said in my dream last night makes me cringe.
"Oh god!" I bury my face in my hands. This is so embarrassing.
"I'm not saying that was a bad dream." He shrugs, smirking to himself. "I mean, I'm sure you wouldn't mind finding me in your bed."
"I would. And I'm Scott wouldn't be keen on it either." It's true. As attractive as he is, and as special as our connection is, I don't have any inclination to be with him... I think.
"Ah yes, your boyfriend." He pouts slightly, making me giggle.
"What about him?" I question.
"Why are you even with him? He's all... Good." John sounds confused.
"Yeah. And he's sweet, and romantic. And he knows how to treat a girl." I state proudly. I'm the luckiest person on Earth! "And I love him."
John simply laughs in reply. "Okay, well when you get bored of Mr centre parting, do let me know!"
"I won't." I say strongly.
"If you say so." He shrugs. "I bet if I wanted to, I could get you to cheat on him within a week!"
"No!" I am shocked at John's statement. "No, I'd never do that!"
"Accept the bet then, sweetcheeks." I can't resist a challenge anyway, and when he's got that smug look on his face, I'll do anything to wipe it off.
"Fine." I pout and raise my eyebrows. "And never call me that again."
"So what are the stakes, sweetcheeks?" He smirks when he repeats the nickname.
"Well, you're definitely gunna lose so you can choose." It's true. I'd never cheat on Scott. Well, not again. That time with Warren... I was confused. And we didn't really do anything. It hardly counts.
"Oooooh." John's mischievous smile grows. "You've done it before haven't you? With feather boy!"
"No! Stay out of my head! That's none of your business!" I snap.
"This is gunna be easier than I thought!" He laughs.
"Hey! What happened with Warren was a mistake!" I point my finger at him in a warning manner.
"Okay, okay." He holds his hands up in mock surrender. "So, what happened?"
"I walked in on another girl kissing Scott and got the wrong idea. And then Warren was there and I just kind of kissed him."
"So what stopped you doing anything more with him?" He questions, sounding genuinely curious.
"Luckily, we were interrupted." I shudder when I imagine what could've happened.
"Interesting..." A smile tugs at his lips.
"Wait. Are you plotting something?" He's totally trying to figure me out.
"Of course not!" He laughs.
"You so are!" I can't help releasing laughter of my own.
"So anyway, these stakes." He laughs, changing the subject. "I bet that I can get you to kiss me before this time next week or-"
"Hey! You said I'd cheat on him!" I object.
"Nahh, same thing!" He shrugs.
"Fine." I sigh.
"If you win I'll tell you my plan." Ugh. I have to wait even longer?!
"What if you win?" I feel my smug smile return, knowing I'll never kiss John.
"If I win, and you kiss me - which you will," He pauses.
"Get on with it!" I laugh.
"If I win, you leave the X-Men."