You Don't Know
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"How's the work going?"the man standing at the door asked.
"It's going..." the young girl smiled, turning towards
him. "Don't work too hard. Get some rest," he replied, winking, and
turned around heading straight down the hall in his plain white t-shirt and
flannel pants that he sleeps in. 'There he goes,' she thought, gazing after
the tall man longingly. Her brown eyes lingered on his brown hair, his
muscular build, and his firm butt. He was slowly getting smaller as he walked
away from her. All these feelings that Jubilee had were kept bottled up inside
of her petite self. She could never vocalize how she felt about Scott. Or, to
her, it was Mr. Summers. After all, he was her teacher.
It wasn't like there was that much of an age difference anyway. He wasn't that
many years further than her. But age and status were just the beginning of
many complications. The biggest, being his engagement to another one of her
professors, Dr. Jean Grey.
Jubilee looked back at her assignment she was trying to write. Coincidentally,
it was for Mr. Summers' writers' craft class the next day and she knew she
shouldn't have procrastinated and put it off until the night before. The
assignment was to "write a detailed account of an overwhelming feeling or
event that you have experienced." She sighed and thought how easy it
would be if she could only write how she felt right then.
She stared at her computer screen one last time before deciding to head
downstairs and grab something to eat or drink. The break and change in scenery
might clear her mind. Jubilee grabbed her yellow terry-cloth robe and pulled
it on over her tank top and shorts that she slept in. She crept quietly down
the stairs as to not wake anyone else up. She glanced over at Scott and Jean's
bedroom with the door closed and the lights off. She forced herself to look
away and to think of something else.
Once downstairs, Jubilee got a plate off the shelf of the cupboard and tried
to find the cookies. The box of Oreos weren't where they usually were. Through
her commotion and haste, she failed to notice someone coming up behind her.
"What are you doing still up?" the voice asked, startling Jubilee
that she dropped the plate she was holding. It came crashing down onto the
marble floor. She spun around to face the person who belonged to the voice,
knowing all too well who it was. Inches away from her was Scott Summers,
looking gorgeous, even for the middle of the night.
"Um... nothing. I was just, uh... hungry, and uh... wanted to get
something to eat before I finished your assignment... uh, I mean, another
assignment," Jubilee stammered out. She couldn't believe she was getting
tongue-tied in front of him. How embarrassing!
Scott smiled and winked again. "Don't worry, I get the munchies late at
night too. G'night Jubilee."
Jubilee smiled back, wishing he wouldn't keep winking at her. "G'night
Mr. Summers. I'll be up as soon as I clean up this mess." He offered to
help, but Jubilee declined. She wouldn't be able to conduct herself properly
if he hung around any longer. Oh how she loved the way he said her name.
After she finally cleaned up the broken mess, she finally got some inspiration
on what to write for her assignment. She ran back up to her room, forgetting
her snack and keeping quiet. She started typing madly, without pausing to
think. She just wanted to get it all out before she lost her train of thought.
There is a man in my life that I adore deeply. It is not a happy fairytale
ending because I will never know if he returns my love. And even if he does,
it would be of a forbidden love that is never meant to be, despite what I
convince myself. He is to wed a woman who also shares the love I have for him.
I should feel happiness for him, for he will be with her in marriage, and yet
I feel an overwhelming sense of jealousy and pain and unfairness.
Jubilee paused there, thinking about how she should word this so as not to
entirely tip off to the entire class that it is Mr. Summers that she is
"Hi Jubilee, what are you still doing up?" a voice asked from behind
her. She wished that everyone would stop scaring her like that. It was her
"Nothing," she answered quickly, trying to cover up her assignment.
She didn't want Rogue seeing it because she would then know all about it.
Besides, these were meant to be personal and not read aloud in class.
"Alright, well, I'm off to bed now. Bobby and I just saw a wonderful
movie. I'll fill you in tomorrow. G'night Jubilee..." Rogue said as she
changed and climbed into bed.
"Goodnight Rogue," Jubilee replied absentmindedly. She was already
back into full-swing of her writing assignment.
-THE NEXT DAY-
"That's it for today's lesson. Before you all leave, hand in your
assignments on my desk please," Scott announced to the class, followed by
a sea of groans and the shuffling of papers. Jubilee handed in her paper,
titled "Longing For Love". She had finished the paper after many
hours of slaving over it and was somewhat glad to be handing it in. Scott
smiled as she put her paper down, "Hope you didn't stay up too late
finishing this..." All Jubilee could manage was a meek smile as she
turned and walked out the classroom.
-LATER THAT NIGHT-
"Jubilee? Can I speak with you about your paper?" Scott asked,
knocking at her bedroom door.
She swallowed, "Sure," she said quietly.
"I'm going to be out of town for a little while, so I just wanted to give
back everyone's papers before I go so they won't be waiting for it," he
Jubilee breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't just singling her out.
"I think this assignment was a very well written paper," he began.
"It contains depth, emotion, and a true sense of longing for love, as
your title so clearly states."
"I'm glad you liked it Mr. Summers," she said softly, "I guess
that was the point."
"Now, one last thing, if you don't mind me asking, who is this you are
Jubilee's eyes shot up and looked into his, trying to see if he seriously
didn't realize it was him or he was just trying to get her to admit it. And
from what she could tell, he genuinely didn't know.
His eyes kept looking at her, waiting for an answer. "Is it a boy in
class? At school?"
"You could say that," she replied, choosing her words carefully.
"But you don't know him. You don't know."