Title: Prom Night from Hell.

Disclaimer: No own.

Summary: Warren's down a prom date. Betsey's up a fanclub. Rogue gains some company, and Peter gets some action. It all happens on…PROM NIGHT!

Rating: Probably R. Swearing and sex.

Warnings: I donno.

Characters: Mainly: Marie, Warren, Peter, & Betsey.

Reviews: Yay! Pretty!

Flames: …die.

Author's Note: I think I just have this condition where I must make Betsey a bitch in every fic I put her in. Weird, huh?

Prom: Sucks Like Hell

Prom night, the night ever average teenager looked forward to most. Warren Worthington the third was not your average teenager, and his prom was in fact, sucking. He watched from a corner as his girlfriend, Betsy, flirted with just about ever male in the room, while all he had to talk to was the warm, lemonade-looking stuff he held in his hand, which he was mildly afraid to try, seeing how well an effect it had on his prom date.

And there she went again, stumbling by with yet another male mutant, whom was touching her body in some form of way, inappropriately of course, what else? So much for prom date, Warren thought bitterly to himself leaning against the wall, so much for girlfriend. Betsey seemed to finally settle on Piotr Rasputin, a young attractive member of the X-Men. She always went for the high class bachelors. Warren didn't really like to think about it, but sometimes he wondered if she only was with him for his inheritance, a large sum, that he'd be receiving some day soon. He thought yes, as he watched her dig her pin fingernails into Piotr's shoulder.

Piotr didn't seem to mind the company. He was getting rather cozy with Betsey in a corner, when Warren decided it was his time to intervene. Warren walked swiftly across the room, his wings folded behind his back as not to get in the way. Warren tapped Piotr's shoulder, and the older man only briefly sent a glare at him before returning back to his fun with the younger female. Warren pulled sternly on the fabric of his jacket, and within in instant, Piotr was at his feet, towering over Warren.

"Problem, bird-boy?" Piotr growled.

"I'd prefer it if you'd put your hands on somebody who wasn't already taken," Warren said quietly, but surprisingly steady.

"What are you gonna do bout' it?" Piotr snapped, suiting up into metal.

"Lemme talk to him," Betsey said stupidly as she attempted to stand up. Piotr stood back, grinning, and watched Betsey with curious eyes. Betsey leaned on Colossus for support, "Why don't you just leave, Warren? Nobody wants you here."

"But…" Warren faltered.

"I said leave!" Betsey hissed, smacking Warren right across his face. Warren was knocked to the floor, and looked up in firm disbelief. Betsey smiled, and went back to her business with Piotr, as Warren sat on the floor rubbing his welling cheek. He immediately headed for the exit, hoping not to make a scene, though he was pretty sure everybody was watching him. The contact with her hand had made a loud snap, and conveniently, it was during a song change.

Warren walked down the hall, fighting back a few innocent tears. He wiped them away with his hand, taking in deep frigid breaths. He decided to head up to his room, and just collapse into bed. Maybe sleep would relax him, or at least distract him. He reached the bottom of the stairs, and froze, dead in his tracks.

She was beautiful.

"Prom a let down?" she asked from the head of the stairs. Warren nodded, unable to speak. She had the face of an angel. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a tight blue shirt. Her expression was kind, but indifferent in a way, and her lips were large, bright red, the color natural. But most interesting about her was her hair. The brunette locks looked lovely as the curled to her breast, but a single white strand was what caught his eye.

"By God, they call me an angel…" Warren whispered, not even registering what he'd said until the after fact. She cocked an eyebrow, but started to make her way down the flight of stairs.

"You're kinda cute," she said, "You got a name?"

"War-ren," he stuttered, as she arrived at the bottom stair.

"You got a girlfriend, Warren?" she asked, leaning in.

"Ye-es," he said, turning a bright red color, as she leaned closer, her lips hovering a few inches away.

"Don't tell her about this," she smiled, and closed the gap between their lips. When they pulled away she smiled, proud of herself and sauntered outside, through the glass back doors. Warren was frozen; distracted in the dream he seemed to be having. When he finally snapped back, a few minutes later, he hurried out the door, to follow her.

He was annoyed to find her gone, disappeared into thin air. He looked hopefully around the gardens, but the mysterious female was no where to be found.

Warren kept moving, bending around corners and hedges. As he came around a patch of rose bushes, he froze. There were two people against the big brick walls of the school, making out. Warren doubted they were even taking chances to breathe. The male's shirt was off, the female's dress half-way gone. He wasn't surprised that two mutants had gone sexually crazy on prom night.

But he was surprised that one of them had been his date.