The Goo Goo Doll's song Iris blared from a pair of ebony headphones that twisted around the pale throat of a young goth. Around the school yard, students ranging from Freshman to Senior status milled around in cliques or tossed footballs and pom-poms. In short, it was a disgusting display of the ignorant teenage population that thrived and created a stinking sesspool in Bayville High.
"Stop Duncan!" A high pitched giggle pierced even the loud blare of Rogue's music. She sighed and rolled her eyes, glaring askance at the Freshman girl in the shortest, tightest clothes known to man as she pranced around, trying to dodge Duncan's groping hands. "You don't like, want Jean to get jealous do you!"
The football player paused, a pained look on his face as he and his croonies glanced around, then shrugged and straightened with a self-appreciating smile,"its not like Im doing anything I should feel guilty for anyways!"
"Speak for yourself." A calm voice interjected, causing Duncan to jump.
Rogue smirked, it was comical how slim little perfect Jeannie could cause a two hundred plus pound football star to jump in fright with that tone of voice.
"Jeannie! There you are, I thought you weren't gonna show up for school today!" Taryn whined, wiggling out of her boyfriends arms to stand in front of her friend. Jean smiled at her, but it failed to reach her cold green eyes as she once again turned her gaze to Duncan.
"I swear, I can't even trust you for five minutes and your groping another girl, Duncan!"
The blond winced in reply, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin before slinging a muscular arm around his irate girlfriend."Don't be mad at me Jeannie..."
Ugh...that dumbass nickname always does the trick. Rogue thought in absolute unbridled disgust, watching Jean's anger melt away. The teen turned back to her weather beaten picnic table surface and pushed the repeat button. A nice dose a' angst outta wash out mah mind. She thought evilly, allowing her purple and black eyelids to slid shut as her black lips silently sung along with the lyrics.
School wouldn't start for another fifteen minutes, but then again, the X-men children were usually always a half an hour earlier. But it was also Monday. Dreaded Monday. Kurt had woke up, horrified to find it was that season again when he shed nonstop for weeks on end. Kitty woke up five minutes late (somebody had turned off the alarm clock coughRoguecoughcough) and practically had a coniption over how long it took to do her hair and how now she'd never have time and... blahblah. Rogue herself had refused to get up, claiming to have "girl problems". Kitty, being the darling she was, produced around five packs of tampons and pads from the bottom of her closet and offered them to Rogue.
How had she put it, ah yes. "Like, always be prepared! That's what I always say!"
Yeah...if you friggen bled the Nile River once a month.
No, the truth was... The voices. They were getting worse everyday. The "mutant problem" was getting more and more serious on the news everyday, and it was only a matter of days, if even that, before their school broke out in chaos with all the Xavier children prejudiced into cliques of "mutie" kids. God, Rogue would die before she was forced to walk to class with Miss Perfect and Valley Girl. She would DIE.
It seemed that all the people she had absorbed were also riled up by these prospects, strongly voicing their opinions. She just thanked God that they hadn't taken control yet. She still wasn't sure if such a thing was possible, but she sure as hell wasn't going to wait around to find out.
Running again, Rogue? Mystique's psyche inquired coolly.
Rogue frowned and turned the volume nob on her disc player, only to find it was already as high as it could possibly go. No, just wishing that Ah could put ya'll in a metal coffin so Ah wouldn't have ta hear ya twenty four seven bitchin' and moanin' in mah head!
All the sudden, children started milling around her picnic table in a hurry to get through the school's doors, Evan and his skateboarder friends grinding inches from her hand before shooting off past other students. Rogue grit her teeth and gathered her notebook and player into her backpack, straightening and hanging back so as to not be caught up in the early morning mob.
Wouldn't want ta absorb them and have em millin' around inside mah head. She thought bitterly, shying away from a group of fellow Sophomores who pushed past her without a second glance. Though it would be satisfyin' to watch their ignorant little beady eyes roll up inside their heads...
"Fifty bucks for a baggy, dude."
"Fifty bucks for that shit! Fuck...just gimme it. You bringing more tomorrow?"
Rogue tucked a white strand of hair behind her pierced ear and nonchalantly glanced over to the corner of the brick building, seeing Lance handing a punk-looking kid a small baggy of white power. Narrowing her eyes, Rogue mentally locked the scene away for later dissection and continued towards the school. She jumped about a foot in the air when a firm grip wrapped around her arm.
"Hey Rogue, wait up!"Lance rasped nervously.
Rogue jerked her arm from his grip, dropping her back and spilling its contents in the process."Damnit Lance, look at what ya made meh do!"
He hastily stepped back at her agitated tone and ran a hand through his hair. "What did you just see back there?"
"If yer worryin' about what ah'll tell your girlfriend, don't worry yer miniscule mind, Lance. Ah wasn't plannin' on sayin' nothing."
Lance only looked slightly relieved, shifting from foot to foot as she straightened, backpack once again secure on her shoulder as she turned to go.
"Wait!"
She paused and turned, eyeing him coldly.
"Look, do you want some?"
Rogue's eyes widened in suprise, mouth dropping open."Excuse meh?"
"I mean..no offense or anything. But you're really tense all the time... this stuff will take off the edge. My treat." The brunette replied, eyes flashing slyly.
"What's tha catch?"
"There isn't one. You keep quiet and I'll supply you with the stuff."
The goth glanced around before glaring at him and stepping forward. With a grin, Lance whisked out another baggy from his ratty jeans pocket and discreetly placed it in her outstretched hand. She eyed the contents before sensing his nervousness and slipping it into her bag.
"What do ah do with it?"
It was now Lance's turn to look suprised,"you mean you've never done coke before?"
"Huh?"
"Cocaine. Its that white powdery lookin' stuff I just gave you in that baggy. You snort it... any way you want really."
"That stuff ya chop up?"
"You don't have to worry about that, this is the good stuff, alls you have to do is seperate it into rows before snorting it."The boy said before winking and rushing past and into the school.
"Cocky sonuvabitch.." Rogue muttered, nervously fingering her backpack's strap.No way ah can take this stuff... Logan would sniff it out in a second... Or Xavier would be able ta tell from the way ah was actin' and just read mah mind...
Then again...Lance had given the stuff to her. Who was to say she couldn't use that to her advantage and press him into letting her crash at the brotherhood's place until she came down?
Good lord... What would Mystique say, her little girl givin' in ta peer pressure?The goth smirked, putting a mental wall between her and Mystique's angry screams.
The curiousness of exactly what the drug did was eating away at her as she approached the steps to the school. Rogue eyed the school door's with hesitation. No one would notice if ah took just today off... She took a step back, looking around to make sure there were no policeman or teachers around, and casually walked down the sidewalk and across the street into a suburbial neighboorhood.
In a few minutes she was at the Brotherhood's place and standing on the broken down porch. A swing with rusty chains connecting to the porch's roof creaked and swung slightly in the breeze, reminding the young goth of a scene out of a horror movie with a haunted house.
The lights were all out, but from her experience living here, that could mean a multitude of things. They could be at school, still asleep, or even the electricity bills hadn't been paid in awhile.
She wrapped sharply on the rotting door, shifting from foot to foot in an almost cheerful fashion as she waited for someone to answer the door.
Moments later, the doorknob twisted and the door opened a margain, revealing hazy yellow-green eyes that looked bloodshot.
"R-Rogue?" He questioned, eyes widening and in a flash he tried to shut the door again. Rogue rolled her eyes and put her doc martin inbetween the frame and the door, raising a eyebrow and peeking her head in to look through the dim lighting at her old aquaintance.
"Ya'll are supposed to OPEN tha door for a lady, Toad, not slam it in her face!"She hissed, forcing it the rest of the way open. "'Sides, its not lahke ah'm here ta kill ya."
"Y-youre not?" The filthy teen questioned suspiciously, stepping away to crouch into his familiar toad pose.
"Naw, figured ah'd crash here until school got out. Ya'll are skippin' too?" Rogue asked curiously, squinting around.
Todd nodded, hopping off towards the living room. "Wanda's still getting her beauty sleep, yo. So try not to be too loud."
The goth followed him into the living room, wincing at the condition of their living quarters. "Don't you guys EVAH clean?"
Todd squinted in confusion, glancing around whilst he sat, sinking into the filthy cushion of their brown couch.
"Forget ah even said anythin'." Rogue sighed, rolling her eyes and plopping down next to him. She looked around before dragging a stand for tv dinners over to them. Todd eyed it curiously, eyes widening eagerly when he saw the baggy Rogue extracted from her back before laying said backpack on the floor next to her feet.
"Where'd you get that, yo!"
She blinked,"Lance gave it ta meh..."
"Aw man, he's always giving stuff to other people but when it comes to his teammates he ups the price!"
"Well.." Rogue hesitated, flushing slightly,"ah don't really know how ta take this stuff..so ah'll split it with ya if ya show me how.."
Todd cackled, crouching once more on the couch as he leaned forward,"The Toad's a pro at this, yo, let me show you how its done!"
His nimble fingers pried the baggy from her grasp as he carefully shook an amount onto the table in front of them, taking a razor from the kitchen table (Dont ask O.o) and splitting it into three columns.
He leaned his face down close to the white substance and pressed his finger to once nostril, leaning millimeters away from the drugs as he inhaled sharply. Rogue watched in fascination as he wiggled his nose and sniffed and snorted repeatedly, clearing his throat before laying back lazily on the couch.
"The Toad loves cocaine, yo..." He said dazedly, smiling up at the ceiling.
Rogue raised an eyebrow, looking at the two remaining columns. "How many should ah snort?"
"Eh..snort em all..."
Ah'll try one then..She carefully repeated all of Todd's actions, yelping when she finally snorted it. Her emerald eyes teared up as she scrubbed at her nose, snorting in air and trying to clear the tickling-stinging sensation from her airways.
A feeling of tingly euphoria pricked at her nerves, and she lay back, blinking blankly at the ceiling as she marveled in the sensations caused from even a small amount of the drug.
"See? Its good stuff, yo." Her partner in crime said smugly before sitting up to take in the third column.
"What are you idiots-" A cold feminine voice started, accompanied by the creaking of stairs, only to stop.
Rogue looked over, shivering slightly at the dizziness and met eyes with Wanda.
The girl growled, stomping down the rest of the stairs to point a shaking finger at Todd."What the fuck have you idiots been smoking?"
Todd jumped and stood up, only to sit down immediately thereafter. "Wanda, my sugarpie! Good mor-" A resounding "SLAP" echoed through the small room. Todd's eyes teared up dramatically as he held his stinging cheek. Wanda grabbed him by the shirt sleeve and dragged him towards the stairway, nodding her head at the prone form of Rogue. Rogue returned the nod, feeling more then a little confused, and gave a bewildered smile to Todd as he waved miserably at her.
Lance was right... Ah do feel better. The psyches in mah head are completely silent. It feels so nahce..
Rogue glanced slowly at the bag still laying innocently on the table, its contents slightly spilled from the struggled between the Scarlet Witch and the Toad. She tiredly sat up and broke it into three columns once more before leaning down and snorting two more.
Owowowow...not the brightest idea, sugah...The teen rubbed frantically at her sensitive nostril, wincing and wiggling it. And ah know just what would top it all off.She took her disc player carefully from her bag and turned it on, closing her eyes as she lay spread eagle on the filthy couch, headphones blaring Wheezer's The Sweater Song.
-Break-
Soooo...first chapter to Romy story...No sign of Remy yet, but he's comin' along, trust me. Reviews, comments, and anything else would be worshipped and glorified by this pathetic author. heh