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Doing her best to ignore the serious make out session going on between a certain Southern Belle and a damned Sexy Swamp Rat, Jubilee couldn't help but swallow her gum at witnessing the kind of kissing she'd only ever seen in the movies. Woof, so, was it getting hot in the library, or was it just her? Maybe if Chemistry was this interesting then she wouldn't be staring down Summer School with the Hankster...
"I don't know what she sees in him."
And as much as she had actually been trying to study, Jubilee would have to confess that she had also been looking for a good excuse not to. Enter Logan, spitting out about the dumbest shit she'd ever heard him say. Which, considering Doc Grey was her legal guardian, meant she had heard Logan say some pretty dumb things. Most being pretty lame pick up lines, if just maybe a couple of good ones.
"You don't know what Roguey sees in Remy?"
There was the inarticulate growly grumble Logan favoured when he couldn't be bothered to waste his breath, and right on cue, to which she would have normally just blown a bright pink bubble of her gum to tempt him to even think about popping it. End of story. Too bad for the both of them, she was only there to spout sass and chew bubble gum, and she was all outta bubble gum.
"A Harley riding bad ass who smokes, manicures his stubble, and can speak French? Tell me if any of this is jogging something in that Cro-Magnon cranium of yours?"
Credit for where credit was due, Wolvie dude was kind of a genuine bad ass. More so because of his healing, and less for the claws, as they were way to the Nth level of groady. Leaving Logan's stone-aged mental gears to grind their way to a conclusion, Jubilee returned to her textbook, flipping back a few pages to the last part she had actually understood.
"I ain't nothin' like him." And so did the Pot call the Kettle black.
"No shit, Sherlock. Remy can actually help me with my French homework."
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