"Hey," Scott says casually, smiling.
"Hi," I grin. I move to my chair, dragging my feet. When I sit down, I scoot my chair closer to the table and grab the coffee. I take a slow sip, so that I don't burn my mouth.
A dull pain racks my body as I set the cup back on the table. I wince slightly and notice Scott look at me. He wore a confused expression.
"You okay?" He asks, concern taking over his voice.
"Ya, just sore from training yesterday," I lie. I wonder whether he believed me or not, because he turns his head away.
Once I finish my coffee, I head off to my room again, where I lay on the bed, closing my eyes and relaxing.
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True Colors
RandomThe short story of Jean turning into Dark Phoenix. Told from the perspective of Jean Grey. (This is the final version.)
