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"Je voudrais une glace, sil vous plait." Kitty looked innocently at her French teacher, pausing for a moment before continuing in a rush of perfectly accented and structured French she had been practising in the last week since returning from New York. She just wished she knew the meaning to all the words Remy had told her. He'd looked far too sincere when he'd insisted the teacher would be both shocked and amazed by her grasp of the language. "En outre, je voudrais une bière, la caisse enregistreuse et un billet d'avion vers Brésil"
Madame LaCroux's mouth opened, then closed, then opened once more. "Miss Pryde, I commend you on your improved accent. However, I would suggest that whomever has been helping you with your vocabulary might be told this class contains no beer. Nor is there a cash register and, because of a massive over sight on my part, we are severely lacking in airplane tickets to Brazil."
The bell rang as the teacher smiled, speaking over the end of lesson roar and laughter as Kitty planned a certain Cajun's untimely demise. "Page 24 for homework! I hope to see more of Miss Pryde's initiative next class!"
All right, maybe there could be a stay of execution. She grinned as she waited outside in the hallway for Rogue and Kurt to join her, bouncing lightly on her feet until she caught sight of Serendipity Baker and her clique at the end of the hall. It was infuriating the way her mind despised everything they were, but still managed to make her look dopey and fawn when the seniors went by. Keeping her wistful gazing at their designer everything to a minimum, she stared past them affecting the cool indifference she had been practising.
"Kitty? Yuh okay there sugah? Goin kinda cross-eyed ..."
Rogue was standing looking at her with a bemused frown. So, cool indifference attempt number thirteen wasn't the success Kitty had been hoping for. Who cared, in a week it was winter break. The bounce returned with her grin.
"I'm fine. I was, like, practising my balance. I heard guys on mountains do it for their chi ..."
"Uh huh."
Rogue tuned out Kitty's enthused tones for a moment as the other girl warmed to her subject. She let her gaze move furtively through the after bell crush in the hall. Scott and Jean she spotted walking slowly, talking about something complicated if the emphatic hand waving was anything to go by; saw Evan talking animatedly to a boy she vaguely recognised as one of the long hair skateboard set ... but no Remy. Well, that was great, maybe she'd have a lunch period in peace for once without having to listen to his irritating self trying to make her think he was Prince Charming of Swampland. She gave another look around, beginning to scowl and rapidly running out of excuses to linger outside the French class door.
He'd taken to meeting her every day before lunch, walking her to the hall despite the cold shoulder she gave, or the acid words they sometimes exchanged. And now, just as she'd thought of the perfect way to make him go away, she'd been stood up!
"That no good, red eyed, bug-eatin, swamp-rat lookin' ..."
Rogue trailed off as Kitty and Kurt just looked at her, clearly amused. It wasn't like they could have missed her "date" for the last week either. Gathering the last shreds of her temper around the remnants of injured pride, she headed towards the lunch hall.
The flow of visitors for Ms Darkholme had kept her busy in her secretarial capacity since first bell, and Abigail was about ready to collapse by the time the lunch bell went. If she was quick, she could make it out the door while the Principle was still seeing the last of her "guests", as she called them.
Abigail failed to be fooled. They weren't guests, they were badly disguised muscle-monkeys in cheap suits who were almost to a man called 'Buzz'. Well, one had been called Terry, but he didn't count, he was actually a student. Poor kid had looked white as a sheet when she'd asked him to wait with the wildlife for his time slot. And there had been the one called Greycrow, him she had no problem remembering. He'd been cute, quiet, polite ... importantly not looking like the forgotten poster-child for steroid abuse. She hoped he got the job, whatever it was.
She slipped out into the now mostly quiet halls, tugging on her coat awkwardly as she attempted to juggle her purse and the dynamics of not falling over in high-heeled pumps. The sleeve eluded her flailing arms for several attempt before she at last caught it, only after a second realising someone was adeptly lending a hand, as well as neatly avoiding the purse she was starting to swing in her annoyance.
Unsure of whether to be embarrassed by the picture of futility she knew she must have made or laugh, Abigail looked up at her dashing rescuer and felt the beginnings of her smile die away. It was one of the Xavier Mansion students, the newest transfer. He smelt of smoke from cigarettes he was banned from having on high school grounds and was wearing the ever-present shades and a quirk of a smirk that was almost as embedded.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle Kirk. Want me t' hold it down while y' punch it fo' a while?"
"Uh, no. I think it'd learned it's lesson. Thanks."
A shrug and a slight widening of his smile and he was walking away. She let out a long breath and picked up her pace towards the doors. The lunch hour wasn't long, and she had a lot of important people to see.
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Notes
Hrm .. from what I can tell, this series splits from the Evo continuity shortly after Rogue joined the X-Men types, and seeing as I've hardly seen any of the shows ::kicks UK TV:: it probably won't get back on track. Sorry ;) If you haven't read Devil To Pay, might be a plan to, although this can theoretically stand on it's own. Theoretically. This is just the prologue so kinda short, chapters will be longer. Whew .. think that's it.
1) Je voudrais une glace, sil vous plait = I would like an ice cream, please.
2) En outre, je voudrais une bière, la caisse enregistreuse et un billet d'avion vers Brésil. = "Also, I would like a beer, the cash register and a plane ticket to Brazil."