Fuzzy Images; Forced Apart (Book two)

Chapter Three / Kerri's date

[AN: Hi everyone! I hope you're all not running away from the story because it's so terrible how Kerri and Kurt can't be together...Or how in this chapter something happens... Anyway, here it is, please enjoy! Feel free to vote, comment, message, or just read! And flames are accepted and understood lol.]

All week Kerri felt her hurt and anger bubbling inside of her.

She tried to breath and push it out of her mind. It was a tactic she'd been practicing for a while, using it as a way to help control her emotions so they didn't try to push out as physical manifestations with her powers.

On Friday, the drama class was in the library again, but Kerri almost couldn't stand to be there.

Every time Kurt looked like he was getting close to the desk, Kerri found something else to do; going to the bathroom, putting books on the shelves, ducking down and pretending to have something on the shelves under the desk to do, she almost ran out as the bell rang.

She couldn't help but feel conflicted; she still felt a deep emotional attachment to Kurt, she felt angry, she felt betrayed, and she felt like she should hate him, but she couldn't, not with her heart still loving him.

She went to her room, throwing her books onto her desk and laying on her bed. After a while she took out the shoe box and looked at the pictures again.

She felt tears trying to roll down her cheeks, but she wiped them away.

She looked at the pictures for a while, but became disgusted with herself for not being able to tell which things were a lie and which weren't.

She threw the pictures back into the box and kicked the box under the bed.

She knew it didn't help that she wouldn't listen to Kurt, but she was afraid; what if what he was saying was the lie?

Kurt hung upside down from the bars above his bed.

Between his large fingers was a photo, he knew Kerri had the same photos from the formal dance last year, but he wondered if she ever looked at them.

His finger ran down her pictured cheek, wishing he could do the same to the real Kerri.

Kurt stayed in bed again on Saturday, huddled under the blankets, and didn't leave until Professor Xavier called him to his office.

"Kurt, please have a seat. I understand that you have been in your room for weekends and you haven't been eating." Kurt was silent, after all, what could he say to refute the truth? "Your friends are worried about you." Charles paused to let this sink in before continuing, "Ororo also said that you think you can't talk about it."

"I can't," he said simply.

Charles sighed internally, thinking of a way to word the next part so that he wasn't specifically telling Kurt to break the rules. "How are you doing with the drama classes?" Kurt looked up at him, confusion written on the image his inducer projected. He continued, "I know this is the first time you've taught a class, and I can understand how tough it can be, but you're only a student teacher, don't feel pressured to do every thing right all the time; you are still learning."

"Ok, Professor," he told him, but Charles wondered if he had understood.

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Kerri was at the mall again, walking to the arcade, when she saw a familiar silver head down the hall a ways. "Quicksilver, that stupid..." she muttered, remembering when he and a few other of the brotherhood mutants had attacked the school at the end of last year.