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Running for Home - 14. September 14, 2021
September 14, 2021
Jubilee arrived this evening with three new kids in tow. I didn’t think she was still around. Jubilee, of course, slugged me in the shoulder while giving me a shit-eating grin and then proceeded into gossip mode for a few minutes. She was exhausted, though, so we left it alone so she could get some sleep. Pete said he didn’t tell me because he thought it would be a nice surprise since Jubes and I had started to become pretty close in the months before I left with Magneto. It was platonic all the way for both of us, but we’d gotten along and she had a way of drawing me out of some of my funks over the Bobby-Marie debacle. Not that she knew what those funks were about. I guess Jubilee’s not really teaching, more doing the recruitment and counseling end of things. It’s not really something I would have imagined her doing back in the day, but when I think about it I can see how it fits her personality. She does have a way of drawing people out of their shells and getting them to smile again. We’re supposed to hang out tomorrow, probably with Piotr and Jean-Paul and maybe Xi’an and Rachel too.
Speaking of Rachel, now she’s someone I’m not sure what to make of. She’s apparently Cyclops and Dr. Grey’s kid, but from another timeline or universe or whatever. I’m not sure how the fuck that’s even possible but she sure as hell can’t be from here since they’ve been dead for almost twenty years now and they didn’t have any kids that I knew about back in the day. Confusing as shit. No one’s told me how she got here, or why she can’t or won’t go back. If I had to describe Rachel by comparison to her mother, I’d say she’s like if you took a 33-year-old Dr. Grey and made her more punk rock. She seems to get along with everyone. She’s got a good but edgy attitude and isn’t above a little snark here and there. I’m getting the impression that Xi’an has a major crush on her, but I’m not sure if Rachel knows. I hope for Xi’an’s sake that Rachel isn’t her Bobby. I don’t wish this kind of torture on anyone. They’d make a hot couple for lesbians, if Rachel is indeed attracted to other women. Hell, I’d watch that porn tape if it was available, and I’m being totally serious when I say that. I’m not above admitting that I have a tiny not-so-gay side that pops up every once in a while. Not often, but it’s there nonetheless.
Sometimes I wish I’d actually fucked a girl at some point in my life. It’s funny, considering that everyone seemed to think I slept around a bit during high school. After all, I was the bad-ass troublemaker that made the nice girls do naughty things. Yeah, whatever. It’s hard to believe that anyone bought it. There were never any names put forward and no other substantiation of any sort to indicate that I was doing it off school grounds with the locals, let alone with any of the girls at school. You’d think that Bobby would have said something about it at some point, but he didn’t. Or maybe he just believed the rumors too. That’s hard to believe, though, considering how much time we spent together before that cunt Marie came barging into our lives.
That's not to say that I didn't have a couple fumbled experiences with girls. I'd made out with a few on a number of occasions, groping and all, and even got as far as fingering a couple of them. Both of those girls were pretty skanky, though. Girls I met when I was violating curfew and off campus at some parties with the townies. I'd had a few drinks in me both times, but I was curious. In some ways, I still kind of am. Maybe I should find some local chick from Salem Center or somewhere else nearby to fuck once, just for the hell of it. Just to see what it’s like. Maybe I’d even like it. It’s not like I don’t get off when I pull up some straight porn on the internet once every few months or so. Maybe I should just go on a binge of sleeping around in general. Guys, gals, combinations thereof, whatever.
Nobody gets to fuck me, though. Nobody. I won’t let anyone use me like Dom did.
Never again.
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