Socially Disturbed.
Hey! This is a big cliff note! Sorry to, you know screw the 'whole' story up and shyt but you know it has to be done! This is my first fic, so please no flames! Atleast not yet! E-mail me with yer' ideas. I might even take the time ta' think about adding them! I'm taking a poll, since Rogue is mah' main story character whom would you want to be with her!? Suggestions! Send 'em in people! And now for the story to start! Oh, by the way, Jean sucks. She needs to be beat numerous times over the head with a baseball bat, steel. wrapped in duct tape.
Chapter One: The teacher from room 102.
This was horrible. Of all days Mrs. Kerino decided to assign copious amounts of German homework! How could she do that? It wasn't like a person from Germany would walk up to Rogue out of the blue and start talking to her about the trees. Though, teachers didn't seem to get it. Rogue was more interested in her art. Currently she was staring at the window, drawing a near by tree while the teacher lectured the class on the establishments in Germany. Bleh, blah, bleh.
Under her breath Rogue muttered, almost whispering it seemed,
"Eck, go fuck a duck lady."
Mrs. Kerino failed to notice the whispering however, and heard it full force. Rage quickly flowed threw her veins before she would settle herself upon the edge of her desk, glaring daggers at the young woman whom now looked wide eyed back at her.
"Excuse me, Miss. Rogue. I think I failed to hear you properly, what was it you said you were going to do with a duck?"
Crimson tainted the cheeks of young gothic clothed girl, barely noticed due to the white make up. The class though, in the backround would be laughing at her obvious mistake of speaking something outloud such as that. Kitty gave her a sympathetic look as she skittered out of the class when the bell rang. Rogue staying behind due to the teachers request.
Slowly, she stood up. Boots allowing small thudding noises against well tiled floor. Mrs. Kerino, would be sitting behind her desk then, holding up Rogues previous test paper. A large red 'D' on the front of it. Rogue cringed at the sight of it, so maybe she wasn't doing so good in that class. She was doing good in the other ones! Alright, fairly well atleast.
"Now Rogue, " The teacher looked at her over her thin rimmed glasses. " I'll excuse the earlier outburst, though I would like an explanation for this."
"W-w-well, yah' see. Ah've been o' bi' busy latlah'. Yah' kno' with studyin' n' stuff. I juss' can't do everythin' at once! Besides, Ah'm not used to all these languages!"
One look from the teacher, and she became a stuttering fool. She was battling with herself inside, berating herself practically. She stuttered infront of no one. Stoic mask soon returned as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the teacher. Glad, at the moment she possessed a bit of Logan to help further the intimidation process.
Thing was though, the teacher obviously didn't get the memo telling her she was supposed to be intimidated.
"Alright Rogue, but really that is no excuse! I suppose I'll have to assign you a tutor. Atleast for the moment any how. I want these grades brought up! I'd hate to see you have to go to summer school! Besides, Art colleges look for more than just drawing skills. They look into the intelligence of the person. You don't want them to think that you lack that!"
Arms would soon uncross, and feet would shuffle before she would quietly offer a 'yes m'am'.
"Now, you're tutor shall be Scott Summers. You and him get along fairly well. Besides you live in the same house hold and he is in fact acing my class. Ask him about it will you?"
She was about to ask if something was wrong by the look on Rogues face, but Rogue quickly straightened herself out. Needing to go somewhere to rethink the whole conversation.
"'Course Mrs.!"
"Now, be gone with you before I change my mind about letting you go without a detention for that earlier saying!"
Rogue flashes her a silent grin before picking up her bag and running out the door. She was barely paying attention, hence the collision with guess whom!
Scott!
Rogue once again became the stuttering fool that even a mime would enjoy laughing at!
"Oh! Hi Rogue! Are you okay?" He flashes her a smile and she felt her lower limbs turn into butter. Grabbing hold of his shoulder to steady herself as an impulse. Seeing what she did, she would once again blush then nod, taking her hand from his shoulder.
"Fahn' Scott. Sorrah' bout' that. Teachah' says that I need some help with mah' German. Says that she's assigning yah' to be mah' tutor if yah' have nothin' better to do..?"
It was basically a question, and a quickly spoken one at that. She was nervous, and thanking the Gods above that he couldn't tell. He just smiled once more, patted her on the shoulder and replied.
"Oh! Yeah, heard you weren't doin' too good. We'll fix that up in no time! Bis spater dann?"
She quirked a brow at him for a moment, before tilting her head to the side in utter confusion.
"Huh?"
He chuckled light, causing her to blush for the third time that day.
"You really do need help! I said "See you later then!"
"Ah, ofcourse mon amour comment avez osé vous pas? Je rougis juste à la pensée de vous revoir!" That was Rogue speaking. Rogue spoke french! And quite languidly if one might add. She smiled, knowing that Scott couldn't possibly have understood what she had said.
"Uh, Rogue. Wadja' say?"
"Yah' speak German Scott, n' I speak French! Voyez-vous plus tard mon amour! Je m'ennuierai de vous après que nous partions!
With that she left a rather stunned looking Scott behind her as she headed off into the direction of her next class. Little did she know that he did actually know what she had said. Those few sentences brought him threw the rest of the day with a grin. ( And a little bit of a blush.)
Maybe studying with Rogue wouldn't be so bad after all.
-Finished.-
Hey y'all! So thas' mah story! Tell me if you want me to continue it, or if I should just delete it! I dun' know whatta' do! Anyway, I'm waiting for your reviews!
Hey! This is a big cliff note! Sorry to, you know screw the 'whole' story up and shyt but you know it has to be done! This is my first fic, so please no flames! Atleast not yet! E-mail me with yer' ideas. I might even take the time ta' think about adding them! I'm taking a poll, since Rogue is mah' main story character whom would you want to be with her!? Suggestions! Send 'em in people! And now for the story to start! Oh, by the way, Jean sucks. She needs to be beat numerous times over the head with a baseball bat, steel. wrapped in duct tape.
Chapter One: The teacher from room 102.
This was horrible. Of all days Mrs. Kerino decided to assign copious amounts of German homework! How could she do that? It wasn't like a person from Germany would walk up to Rogue out of the blue and start talking to her about the trees. Though, teachers didn't seem to get it. Rogue was more interested in her art. Currently she was staring at the window, drawing a near by tree while the teacher lectured the class on the establishments in Germany. Bleh, blah, bleh.
Under her breath Rogue muttered, almost whispering it seemed,
"Eck, go fuck a duck lady."
Mrs. Kerino failed to notice the whispering however, and heard it full force. Rage quickly flowed threw her veins before she would settle herself upon the edge of her desk, glaring daggers at the young woman whom now looked wide eyed back at her.
"Excuse me, Miss. Rogue. I think I failed to hear you properly, what was it you said you were going to do with a duck?"
Crimson tainted the cheeks of young gothic clothed girl, barely noticed due to the white make up. The class though, in the backround would be laughing at her obvious mistake of speaking something outloud such as that. Kitty gave her a sympathetic look as she skittered out of the class when the bell rang. Rogue staying behind due to the teachers request.
Slowly, she stood up. Boots allowing small thudding noises against well tiled floor. Mrs. Kerino, would be sitting behind her desk then, holding up Rogues previous test paper. A large red 'D' on the front of it. Rogue cringed at the sight of it, so maybe she wasn't doing so good in that class. She was doing good in the other ones! Alright, fairly well atleast.
"Now Rogue, " The teacher looked at her over her thin rimmed glasses. " I'll excuse the earlier outburst, though I would like an explanation for this."
"W-w-well, yah' see. Ah've been o' bi' busy latlah'. Yah' kno' with studyin' n' stuff. I juss' can't do everythin' at once! Besides, Ah'm not used to all these languages!"
One look from the teacher, and she became a stuttering fool. She was battling with herself inside, berating herself practically. She stuttered infront of no one. Stoic mask soon returned as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the teacher. Glad, at the moment she possessed a bit of Logan to help further the intimidation process.
Thing was though, the teacher obviously didn't get the memo telling her she was supposed to be intimidated.
"Alright Rogue, but really that is no excuse! I suppose I'll have to assign you a tutor. Atleast for the moment any how. I want these grades brought up! I'd hate to see you have to go to summer school! Besides, Art colleges look for more than just drawing skills. They look into the intelligence of the person. You don't want them to think that you lack that!"
Arms would soon uncross, and feet would shuffle before she would quietly offer a 'yes m'am'.
"Now, you're tutor shall be Scott Summers. You and him get along fairly well. Besides you live in the same house hold and he is in fact acing my class. Ask him about it will you?"
She was about to ask if something was wrong by the look on Rogues face, but Rogue quickly straightened herself out. Needing to go somewhere to rethink the whole conversation.
"'Course Mrs.!"
"Now, be gone with you before I change my mind about letting you go without a detention for that earlier saying!"
Rogue flashes her a silent grin before picking up her bag and running out the door. She was barely paying attention, hence the collision with guess whom!
Scott!
Rogue once again became the stuttering fool that even a mime would enjoy laughing at!
"Oh! Hi Rogue! Are you okay?" He flashes her a smile and she felt her lower limbs turn into butter. Grabbing hold of his shoulder to steady herself as an impulse. Seeing what she did, she would once again blush then nod, taking her hand from his shoulder.
"Fahn' Scott. Sorrah' bout' that. Teachah' says that I need some help with mah' German. Says that she's assigning yah' to be mah' tutor if yah' have nothin' better to do..?"
It was basically a question, and a quickly spoken one at that. She was nervous, and thanking the Gods above that he couldn't tell. He just smiled once more, patted her on the shoulder and replied.
"Oh! Yeah, heard you weren't doin' too good. We'll fix that up in no time! Bis spater dann?"
She quirked a brow at him for a moment, before tilting her head to the side in utter confusion.
"Huh?"
He chuckled light, causing her to blush for the third time that day.
"You really do need help! I said "See you later then!"
"Ah, ofcourse mon amour comment avez osé vous pas? Je rougis juste à la pensée de vous revoir!" That was Rogue speaking. Rogue spoke french! And quite languidly if one might add. She smiled, knowing that Scott couldn't possibly have understood what she had said.
"Uh, Rogue. Wadja' say?"
"Yah' speak German Scott, n' I speak French! Voyez-vous plus tard mon amour! Je m'ennuierai de vous après que nous partions!
With that she left a rather stunned looking Scott behind her as she headed off into the direction of her next class. Little did she know that he did actually know what she had said. Those few sentences brought him threw the rest of the day with a grin. ( And a little bit of a blush.)
Maybe studying with Rogue wouldn't be so bad after all.
-Finished.-
Hey y'all! So thas' mah story! Tell me if you want me to continue it, or if I should just delete it! I dun' know whatta' do! Anyway, I'm waiting for your reviews!