Impossible to Ignore


Summary: Who does she think she's fooling, anyway? Kyro oneshot.
Timeline: Pre-X2
Disclaimer: All things recognisably X-Men aren't mine - I just like making up my own stories.
Author's Note: Inspired by Goodnight and Go from Imogen Heap's Speak For Yourselfalbum.


Skipping beats,
Blushing cheeks.
…I'm left in bits recovering tectonic tremblings.
You get me every time.
Oh, why'd ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you.


I hate him.

No, really. I do. Wouldn't you hate someone who taunted, teased and irritated you every chance he got? Wouldn't you hate someone who never failed to have a new insult or inappropriate comment for you every time he saw you, accompanied by an arrogant smirk and the incessant clicking of a Zippo lighter? Wouldn't you hate someone who kept using annoying, occasionally patronising nicknames for you, like 'Little Kitten' or 'Kit-Kat'?

I told Jubilee all of this once, after John had taken yet another opportunity to annoy me. Of course, she just laughed and gave me a knowing look.

"You like him," she said.

What a joke. Me? Like John Allerdyce? Unbelievable.

To me, John Allerdyce is nothing more than some kind of irritating insect that should go away if ignored.

The problem is that I can't ignore him.

His teasing and insults and comments never fail to get a reaction from me. Usually I'll phase through him, which I know he hates. He always ends up with the upper hand, though – I never know how to get to him, but he seems to know exactly how to get to me. And I know that if I ignore him, he'll probably stop. But I can't seem to do it.

Damn him for being so…good-looking.

But just because I find him attractive, it doesn't mean that I like him. He's arrogant. He's mean. He's rude. And all the jokes laced with sexual innuendo that he aims at me with a smirk on his face do absolutely nothing but irritate me. Really.

I admit that sometimes he makes me blush. And sometimes when he moves really close to me, I can feel my pulse quicken. And sometimes – only sometimes – when he walks away, it takes me a little while to calm down and stop the trembling.

But that doesn't mean I like him.

Really.

Fin