A New Beginning - Warren Worthington III (REWRITING)

Chapter 3| Girl's talk

In the hour that followed your discussion with Warren, you hadn't been able to get him out of your mind, so when you arrived at the cafeteria to dine with the other, you avoided his gaze shamefully. You felt it on you as you sat next to Ororo, deliberately choosing the seat that was the farthest from him.

Kurt, Peter and him were sitting on the bench opposite you and Ororo. Scott and Jean were nowhere to be seen.

Focusing on the rice in your plate, you were listening —without really paying attention — to Peter rant about some music bands that he enjoyed. You could hear Warren and Ororo chiming in from time to time, but it was as if in a blur.

Your brain was focused on one thing only: overthinking every little thing that Warren had said or done earlier. As if it could help you understand his sudden interest in you. Spoiler alert: it didn't.

On the contrary, it just made you doubt everything. And especially his motives.

In the beginning, you were simply thinking that he was just being polite and friendly, but after an hour of wondering, your thoughts went into a darker place. That he saw the crush you had on him and wanted to use it for his own interest.

What lead you on such a path was his offer to join him in his room. You couldn't help but feel like it was a disguised invitation for more than just working. And then, once he would get what he wanted from you, he would ditch you.

Angry at yourself for overthinking such a small thing, you put a mouthful of rice in your mouth and then noticed the surrounding silence.

"Peter's gone?" you asked, surprised while taking in the empty seat between Kurt and Warren.

"Yeah, he said he wanted a Twinkie and disapeared." Ororo shrugged.

"He'll be back soon,"added Warren, his eyes falling on you. He held your gaze steadily before stating. "You didn't come."

It took you a few seconds to understand what he meant and when you did, you were incapable to mutter an answer even if he didn't look angry or disappointed, simply curious.

"Didn't come where?" Ororo asked to no one in particular, her dark brown eyes focused on the pyramid of rice she was building in her plate.

"In my room," Warren answered, his voice showing no sign of embarassment whatsoever, on the contrary of you.

You felt your cheeks burned up when Ororo snapped her head up and stared at Warren incredulously before turning her attention to you.

"Well, that's new." she said, an eyebrow raised in amusement and surprise. "And what were you supposed to do in his room?"

"That's none of your business," Warren answered in your stead, his face a mask of calm.

"Do you have something to hide?"

"We were supposed to work," you explained, cutting short Warren's next reply.

You didn't want Ororo to get the wrong impression, even if, yourself, were not sure of the truth of what you were saying.

"Sure, working. In a bedroom. I guess the library's overrated," she snorted.

Warren shot her an angry look, but she was already focusing back on her rice pyramid. Her words echoing with your thoughts, you gazed away from Warren at the same time he sent a hesitant look your way. Kurt, in front of you, was moving nervously in his chair, his eyes darting between the three of you.

Silence fell on your table and disappeared only when Peter returned, a Twinkie in his hand, and a smile plastered on his face.

"So, where was I? Ah yes, The Rolling Stones!"