Oreo

[Snapcake]

Toad hurried down the hall, still hoping not to be seen. Master wants to see me right away. Though he feared what his master would do to him, he feared even more not obeying. He ran down the hall and hopped onto the ceiling when he heard some students coming. He was completely silent as they passed underneath him. Somehow they miraculously didn’t notice him.

Hopping to the ground with a chuckle he turned and ran directly into somebody, sending him reeling to his rear end. He looked up and his heart thumped madly. Visions of the beauty he had seen in the shower flooded his mind and he just stared up at the angry face above him with a glazed look in his eye.

“Oreo.” He licked his lips.

[Storm]

With the witching hour quickly approaching, Ororo wanted nothing more than to hide in her room, and wait for Logan and his team of rebels to return. She would not even attempt to sleep, for she knew it would not come.

After seeing that Scott’s injuries were not life threatening, she made her way toward the stairs, only to be practically mowed down by one of the last people she wanted to see. Looking down at Toad as he sat on the floor, she didn’t even try to hide her anger. At his misuse of her name, yet again, she rolled her eyes.

“If you want ‘Oreos’, I am sure there are some in the kitchen. Now if you will excuse me,” she replied, her tone cold, as she attempted to step around him.

[Snapcake]

Toad sprang to his feet and looked her up and down, remembering in detail the shower scene. He was effectively blocking her way, and he leaned against the wall. "Bet those Oreos aren't half as sweet as you, tootse." He said trying to be suave.

He let his eyes rove again, slower this time. Seeing that she looked a little tense, he thought he would offer a helpful suggestion. "Hey, yo-I could loosen ya up a little. How bout a massage?" He wagged his eyebrows at her.

[Storm]

As he didn’t even attempt to hide the fact that he was checking her out, Storm narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Trying once again to simply walk around him, he blocked her path.

There is more than one way to fry a Toad…

“You are right. I am very tense,” she replied, her angry look melting into a seductive smile. Stepping closer to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Do you know what would make me feel so much better?” she purred. Suddenly, her whole demeanor changed as she grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands, lifting him up onto his tiptoes. “If you would move out of my way.”<br>
As she spoke the last sentence in a threatening tone, her eyes flashed white.

[Snapcake]

When Oreo came over and put her hands on him he froze, his eyes wide in horrified shock. What’s she think she’s doin-? Then he realized that she was only moving him aside and he ironically relaxed a little.

“S-sure thing, St-storm.” He said with wide fearful eyes, still shaken by the fact that he thought she was hitting on him. She released him and started to walk past and as she did he said, “Jeesh, there should be harassment laws against that. Hitting on a student! Man, I’m just a child…” He trailed off in a mumble when he saw her looking at him.

[Storm]

Passing by Toad, Storm managed to get one foot on the stairs before his words stopped her in her tracks. Turning back to him, she fixed him with a harsh glare.

“You are no student of mine,” she replied, before a smile began to tug at her lips. “But since we are discussing harassment, if I am not mistaken, peeping toms are seriously frowned upon.”<br>
Seeing the look on his face, she continued, “Maybe I should brush up on my knowledge of law…”

[Snapcake]

She knows-and she's smiling! She must like to be watched!

"Riiight!" He said with a conspirital wink. "No more peeping." He winked twice more to let her know he caught her meaning. "Well I better be on my way..." With a huge smile he turned and headed down the hall.

Man, she all but begged me to peep on her sum more! What a weird chick! Well, happy ta oblige! Now where was that passage that went by the girls dorms?

[Storm]

When Toad proceeded to wink at her not once, not even twice, but three times, a look of confusion crossed Storm’s face. Watching him disappear down the hall, she slowly made her way up the stairs.

What did I say to earn such a reaction? she wondered, as she reached the second floor landing. Heading to the second set of stairs, she continued up to her Attic room.

That is one strange boy…

Shaking her head, she entered her room, closing the door behind her. Settling down on the window seat, her thoughts drifted elsewhere.

Logan, please hurry home, she thought as anger and worry fought for dominance in her heart.