Rogue was queuing in the mansion's dining room, when half the
schoolday was over, waiting to get something to eat. She could not
keep her mind off the math lesson, and what had happened during the
day. It had been horrible. She still had the image of Magneto on her
retina - Magneto, crawling on all fours like a wounded animal, while
the mocking, contemptuous laughter rebounded in the classroom. And
then how someone even had the audacity to throw things at him.
The entire detestable and painful scene made her feel sick. She
could not understand how they could do something like that.
The other kids were her friends. Bobby was her friend. She had
believed she knew him, but that appeared to be wrong.
She could not get rid of the hateful glare he had given her, and
how he grabbed her and called her a bitch and swore she would have to
pay for what she did.
He frightened her. He was not the Bobby she had come to know.
Kitty stood in front of her in the line. She had not spoken with
Kitty about the incident, but she could tell that Kitty felt bad for
laughing. And she should do.
The food being served today, was paste with meat sauce and hot
dogs. Kitty, who was walking ahead of her, was complaining about the
macaronis sticking together, and tried to separate them with her
When Rogue had helped herself to the food, and poured out a glass
of water, she headed for the same table as Kitty and Jubilee, who
were already sitting down and eating.
She carried her tray with both hands and started walking. Kitty and
Jubilee waved at her from a table by the window.
But Rogue never made it there. Suddenly she got hit hard in her
back and fell headlong with her tray, unable to stop it. She landed
flat on the floor and her food tray tipped over and the food spread
all over the floor. Rogue hit her chin hard against the floor, and
her teeth clashed together so violently she surely would have bitten
her tongue off, if it had been in the way.
During the first seconds Rogue didn't understand what was going
Her first, spontaneous thought was that she had fallen over
something, but soon that was proven wrong.
With difficulty she struggled into a sitting position, and was then
met by Bobby's cold, hard, scornful voice.
- Hey, bitch! You fell, or what?
Bobby "Iceman" Drake stood in front of her, looking down at
where she sat on the floor, with her blouse plastered with macaronis
and meat sauce.
Of course Bobby had pushed her. A ring of curious students had
formed around her and Bobby. Rogue's face grew red with shame,
she felt terrible.
- Nice somersault, Rogue! Bobby grinned and started to laugh.
Almost like in the classroom before. You and that nasty old man seem
to have a lot in common. Maybe you should join his
stand up for him rather than me!
A few giggles sounded in the dining room. Some were sitting with
their heads together, snickering and whispering. Others pretended not
to see her, but chewed on as if nothing happened. And some were
laughing. Bobby, of course, was laughing the most.
Rogue tried to stand up. All she wanted was to get out of there,
out of reach for them all, and just hide. But she slipped in the food
that had spread over the floor and fell to her knees again.
Bobby sneered, leaned over her and grabbed her shoulder. He put his
mouth to her ear and hissed,
- You got what you deserved, you traitor, nothing more, nothing
less. You seem to have forgotten which team you belong to. And
you dare making a scene out of this now, and send big, bad old
Wolverine on me, for then you're gonna get something much worse!
After saying that he let her go and sauntered off, as if nothing
happened. Rogue stayed down for some time after he had gone,
completely perplexed and shocked, not knowing what to do.
The ring that had formed around her had scattered, but some stayed,
curious to see what she would do.
Rogue tried to get up again. Her right knee and hip hurt, since she
had hit them when she fell. Suddenly she noticed that someone showed
up behind her and helped her getting to her feet. It was Kitty.
- Oh, Rogue, what happened? God, are you alright? What did he do
that for? Are you okay? Can you walk?
Rogue didn't answer her. She pulled out of Kitty's grip and
rushed to the exit and left the dining room.
She was looking for a toilet where she could throw up. She had to
throw up. She was feeling sick and the shame and anger worsened it.
She hated Bobby, and she hated herself. How could she have been so
*stupid*? Why? Why? Why had she brought this upon herself? Why in the
name of God?
The answer was simple. She thought she did the right thing.
Just in time Rogue got into a toilet and pulled up the toilet lid
and emptied her stomach.