A/N: I do not own X-Men Evolution
Death glares flew across the bus- like random bullets going through the aisle. Rogues eyes sired a hole in the dirty green bus seat in front of her; Kitty stared into her compact (like it held the answer to world hunger) as she reapplied a peachy pink lip gloss.
Bobby hocked a spit wad across the bus at Tabby, two rows behind them. Tabitha stood with her fist in a wad, ready to send a little more business to a lucky dentist, when Rogue calmly raised her hand.
"Ignore it." She had taken the unlikely position of being their leader. Tabby hit her fist against her palm twice- just so he knew she wasn't afraid to deck him. Rogue sent an icy look to Remy, before giving a single nod to an expectant Kitty.
"Control him." Kitty whisper hissed in her fiercest Regina George inspired voice.
Remy turned to Piotr with a look of disbelief. Pete shook his head once, with a warning glance that said Don't do it in bold red letters. Remy ignored him.
"What is dis petite? Second grade?" He cocked an eyebrow. "If she wants to tell me something, she can address me herself."
Kitty's mouth fell open. She put her manicured finger up like she was ready to bob her head and tell him what was up- but Rogue placed a frosty calm hand on her shoulder.
"She will address you whenever she feels like it." She said with a cold stare. "And she is telling you not to address Kitty like that." Her eyes narrowed. "Tell Bobby to knock it off." Satisfied smirks spread to every female face on the bus.
Remy glowered. But he turned in his seat to bark at Bobby.
Kitty held up her hand, without looking away from her flawless shell pink nails. In a rare moment of sisterhood, Rogue returned the high five. More smirks arose on the girls' side.
Remy smirked too. "You guys-"
"Girls." Kitty corrected.
"Girls" He said it like a small child would say boogers. "Think that was a victory." He shook his head. "Don't mistake being a gentleman for being weak."
"We're being the bigger person." Scott said. Remy pinched the bridge of his nose. The ladies burst out in laughter.
Logan, oblivious to the conflict going on behind him, drove as he read the day's sport section.
But what caused the rift between our dear protagonists? We must look to a much, much earlier point in time…
Yesterday Morning
"You think Ah can't handle myself?" Rogue tromped out of the Danger Room, a small scrape on her shoulder where her uniform had ripped. Kitty huffed out behind her.
"Remy was only trying to help Chere." Remy winked at her with a casual smirk.
"We had it under control." Rogue folded her arms over her chest; her eyes narrowed. A small crowd gathered, pretending to mill about as they stared (casually).
"I was just coming to da aid," He grabbed her gloved hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles. "Of my damsel in distress."
Rogue's jaw dropped. Along with every other females' in the room.
"Oh no he didn't!" Kitty put her hand over her glossy Pink Lemonade lips.
"Damsel- in- distress?" Rogue snapped. "So you came to my rescue because Ah'm a girl?"
Before Remy could open his mouth and dig a bigger hole for himself, Pete stepped forward. "He was only trying to be a gentleman."
"So you're agreeing with him?" Kitty's brow furrowed as she folded her arms over her chest.
Pete blushed, but stayed calm. "If it means you were not hurt, then yes."
"What? Y'all think we can't take a hit?" Rogue cocked a brow at the group of boys on the other side of the room.
"Let's be honest Chere," Remy still had an irritating smirk on his face. "You want someone like Petie taking a full force swing at da Chaton?" Pete shook his head, not wanting to be more in this than he already was.
"It's not like we can't defend ourselves." Jean pulled away from the group of girls to the front, with Rogue and Kitty.
"Who invited Princess Jean?" Remy shrugged. "No offense rousse, but this is a personal confrontation." In his defense, he did try to say it politely.
"It is when you call my gender inferior." She folded her arms over her chest, so that all three girls stood in uniform line.
"We aren't calling you inferior," Scott jumped in too.
"You're just saying we can't fight like you can?" Kitty glared.
"Exactly."
Then, all Hades broke loose. Mini-battles broke out between the sects of teens now gathered outside the danger room- arguing, yelling, scowling from one side to another; until Logan entered, and the groups simmered to a quiet. His brow furrowed as the glares continued through the odd silence. He looked from the girls to the boys.
"I don't want to know." He grunted. "Just make sure you're all packed for tomorrow."
"Gladly." Rogue said coolly. The rest of the ladies fallowed single file behind her, leaving the men to twiddle their thumbs.
Back to the Future
"Well," Logan slammed down on the breaks, knocking every passenger into the seat in front of them. Kitty lost control of her lip gloss, smearing it down to her jaw. "Here we are."
The place was oddly familiar- dense forests of evergreens and oaks, a huge hill with a shed on top (at least this time, they didn't have to hike up). But it was different. Perfect white snow laid a sparkly slick cloak over the land. And there were lines of tiny cabins at the bottom of the hill.
"We get cabins?" Kitty beamed. After living in a shabby green tent last summer, it looked like a miniaturized Hilton.
Logan rolled his eyes. "Yes half pint. Chuck wouldn't allow me to let you die of hypothermia." He frowned.
"And- we get to keep our stuff?" Bobby asked, cautiously. He clung to his black Jansport backpack.
Logan nodded. "But, to keep things interesting," he had his evil grin on, "It's a race. First pair of roommates to raise their cabin's flag wins."
A/N: It has been too long, hasn't it?
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