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Summary: AU The X-men in a typical high school, filled with cheerleaders and football players. Ororo the ever-popular cheerleader. Scott the star quarter back of Westchester Lions, Remy the stereo-typical bad boy, Jean the geeky girl in love with the jock and Logan the mysterious new guy.
It was another beautiful, sunny morning in Westchester High as the last of the students filed into their respective homerooms. Miss Calender of homeroom 6, sighed heavily as she glanced briefly at her list of students, why did she always get the uncontrollable class? She shrugged to herself as she rested a slender hand on the doorknob.
"Come on Helen, they are only teenagers after all. Do not let them get to you." She took a deep breath turned the handle. The door swung open and her heart sank.
Remy LeBeau was sitting at the back corner, feet propped up against the desk, charging and then throwing random objects out a window. A crackle would sound off now and then over the racket caused by the rest of the class. The females of Remy's own personal harem would chorus a soft 'ooh' and 'aww', ogling their idol.
Scott Summers was throwing a football around the classroom; there was a loud crash as he knocked something over. Miss Calender winced; she hoped that wouldn't have to come out of her paycheck.
'Well, at least he is sitting down.' She mused and noticed that Ororo was perched delicately on his desk, looking bored while filing her nails. She also noticed that Scott was only throwing with one hand his other was in a rather compromising situation up Miss. Munroe's rather short cheerleading skirt.
Miss. Calender shook her head; they didn't even notice she had entered the room. All except Jean Grey, who sat at the front of the room, right in front of the teacher's desk. She smiled, revealing her silver braces.
"Good Morning Miss. Calender."
"Good Morning Jean." She sighed; only Jean made the situation a little more bearable. Another loud crash. Only a little more.
"Aw, sorry Miss." She looked up to see Scott looking rather sheepish, finally noticing the adult presence. "It was an accident."
"I'm sure it was Mr. Summers but is it completely necessary to throw the ball around indoors?" She emphasised the word 'indoors.'
"Well, we need to practice. You don't want us to lose to Brotherhood High again do you?"
At that moment the class grew silent as all the students held identical scowls on their faces, remembering the humiliating defeat last year by their most hated rivals. It wasn't much of a question but Miss. Calender shook her head anyway.
"No of course not."
The class then took that as a signal to go back to its original status of deafening. Miss. Calender slumped her shoulders in defeat and sat down gingerly on her seat. Last time there was superglue on it. She then began to sort through her class timetables for the day.
"He is so great."
Miss. Calender tucked back her short black fringe back behind the ears before glancing at Jean. "Who is?"
"Who else?" Miss. Calender stared back blankly. "Scott Summers!" Jean whispered, a dreamy far away look in her eyes. She really didn't have to whisper, not like the class could hear or even pay any attention to ordinary old Jean Grey.
'It really was a shame.' Miss. Calender thought. 'Jean is a lovely girl, intelligent, friendly, kind. But no those were not the quality's the captain of Westchester Lions was looking for in a girlfriend.' Her expression softened as she looked at Jean who was busying herself trying to look at Scott without making it obvious. How long had she liked Scott? Was this the 3rd year? She almost felt sorry for the girl. She was the complete contrast of Scott's long time girl and head cheerleader, Ororo Munroe.
Miss. Calender amused herself for several minutes comparing the two and noting their greatest physical differences. They were both reasonably tall but Ororo had a more of what some called an hourglass figure, she was womanly, curvaceous and feminie. Jean on the other hand was skinnier, boyish, bony; she didn't have any definite shape and she was rather flat on the chest.
Ororo's hair was long sweeping past her shoulders, it was a stunning white a stark contrast to her skin of what Miss. Calender could only describe as mocha chocolate. Jean was a pale white, a contrast to her fiery read bob cut to her jaw line. It was a beautiful colour it was just a little on the greasy, stringy side.
But if Miss. Calender had to pick one thing that caused Ororo to stand out like no other were her sapphire coloured eyes. They were not like the normal blue that was a common eye colour, no, it was more dynamic, more striking and definitely more interesting then Jean's oh so common brown.
The exotic Jennifer Lopez VS the plain Gwyneth Paltrow. She smiled slightly at the thought. That was a rather good justification, though she did feel slightly cruel putting Jean down this way.
Miss. Calender felt a pang of sympathy for young Jean Grey even her name was ordinary, she could relate to this girl, there wasn't anything particularly striking about herself either. There was always someone better. That must just be high school life. Technology could be improved, educational requirements may be lifted but the same unwritten rules applied. You had to be beautiful to be loved, to be popular.
There was a loud, knock interrupting Miss. Calender's musing of high school life. She cleared her throat hoping she could at least sound like she was in control. "Come in."
The door swung open, revealing a man leaning against the doorframe, a cigarette that hung from his mouth lit up his otherwise darkened features.
"There is no smoking on school premises." Miss. Calender silently applauded herself that sounded quite professional. The unidentified male merely grunted before taking the cigarette from his lips and putting it out on the palm of his hand. Miss. Calender looked mortified but soon let out a sigh of relief as she noted the skin healed almost straight away. "Can I help you?"
He grunted again, obviously a man of few words. He stepped into the sunlight to hand her a piece of paper and she noticed for the first time that this was no man, but a student. She glanced down at the paper. A transfer student, from Canada.
"Mr. Logan is it?" He grunted. "Can you speak?" she was getting annoyed by the constant grunting and it was not helping with the migraine that she could feel coming up.
"Yeah." His voice was gruff, not much difference from the actual grunting.
"Do you have a last name Logan?"
"Nope."
She sighed; she was definitely going to give Xavier a piece of her mind. "Ok." She stood up, resting her palms on the desk. "Class." She almost cried with relief as the classroom actually settled down, obviously many were intrigued with the new guy that came into their class. Many seemed to have also witnessed the cigarette incident. 'What a way to get a class's attention, burn yourself.' She thought. "Class." she repeated. "This is the newest addition to Westchester High. Please make him feel right at home. Logan."
There was silence.
Logan glared at them. 'Damn, another prep school.' "Just stay the fuck out of my way." He stated out loud, a clear-cut warning. And suddenly from that one phrase the class erupted with cheers and clapping excluding; Ororo, who instead raised an interested eyebrow, Remy, who leaned forward to get a better view of the new guy and Scott, who scowled, this guy was going to be trouble he could tell. Jean smiled sweetly while clapping politely she had the same thoughts.
Summary: AU The X-men in a typical high school, filled with cheerleaders and football players. Ororo the ever-popular cheerleader. Scott the star quarter back of Westchester Lions, Remy the stereo-typical bad boy, Jean the geeky girl in love with the jock and Logan the mysterious new guy.
It was another beautiful, sunny morning in Westchester High as the last of the students filed into their respective homerooms. Miss Calender of homeroom 6, sighed heavily as she glanced briefly at her list of students, why did she always get the uncontrollable class? She shrugged to herself as she rested a slender hand on the doorknob.
"Come on Helen, they are only teenagers after all. Do not let them get to you." She took a deep breath turned the handle. The door swung open and her heart sank.
Remy LeBeau was sitting at the back corner, feet propped up against the desk, charging and then throwing random objects out a window. A crackle would sound off now and then over the racket caused by the rest of the class. The females of Remy's own personal harem would chorus a soft 'ooh' and 'aww', ogling their idol.
Scott Summers was throwing a football around the classroom; there was a loud crash as he knocked something over. Miss Calender winced; she hoped that wouldn't have to come out of her paycheck.
'Well, at least he is sitting down.' She mused and noticed that Ororo was perched delicately on his desk, looking bored while filing her nails. She also noticed that Scott was only throwing with one hand his other was in a rather compromising situation up Miss. Munroe's rather short cheerleading skirt.
Miss. Calender shook her head; they didn't even notice she had entered the room. All except Jean Grey, who sat at the front of the room, right in front of the teacher's desk. She smiled, revealing her silver braces.
"Good Morning Miss. Calender."
"Good Morning Jean." She sighed; only Jean made the situation a little more bearable. Another loud crash. Only a little more.
"Aw, sorry Miss." She looked up to see Scott looking rather sheepish, finally noticing the adult presence. "It was an accident."
"I'm sure it was Mr. Summers but is it completely necessary to throw the ball around indoors?" She emphasised the word 'indoors.'
"Well, we need to practice. You don't want us to lose to Brotherhood High again do you?"
At that moment the class grew silent as all the students held identical scowls on their faces, remembering the humiliating defeat last year by their most hated rivals. It wasn't much of a question but Miss. Calender shook her head anyway.
"No of course not."
The class then took that as a signal to go back to its original status of deafening. Miss. Calender slumped her shoulders in defeat and sat down gingerly on her seat. Last time there was superglue on it. She then began to sort through her class timetables for the day.
"He is so great."
Miss. Calender tucked back her short black fringe back behind the ears before glancing at Jean. "Who is?"
"Who else?" Miss. Calender stared back blankly. "Scott Summers!" Jean whispered, a dreamy far away look in her eyes. She really didn't have to whisper, not like the class could hear or even pay any attention to ordinary old Jean Grey.
'It really was a shame.' Miss. Calender thought. 'Jean is a lovely girl, intelligent, friendly, kind. But no those were not the quality's the captain of Westchester Lions was looking for in a girlfriend.' Her expression softened as she looked at Jean who was busying herself trying to look at Scott without making it obvious. How long had she liked Scott? Was this the 3rd year? She almost felt sorry for the girl. She was the complete contrast of Scott's long time girl and head cheerleader, Ororo Munroe.
Miss. Calender amused herself for several minutes comparing the two and noting their greatest physical differences. They were both reasonably tall but Ororo had a more of what some called an hourglass figure, she was womanly, curvaceous and feminie. Jean on the other hand was skinnier, boyish, bony; she didn't have any definite shape and she was rather flat on the chest.
Ororo's hair was long sweeping past her shoulders, it was a stunning white a stark contrast to her skin of what Miss. Calender could only describe as mocha chocolate. Jean was a pale white, a contrast to her fiery read bob cut to her jaw line. It was a beautiful colour it was just a little on the greasy, stringy side.
But if Miss. Calender had to pick one thing that caused Ororo to stand out like no other were her sapphire coloured eyes. They were not like the normal blue that was a common eye colour, no, it was more dynamic, more striking and definitely more interesting then Jean's oh so common brown.
The exotic Jennifer Lopez VS the plain Gwyneth Paltrow. She smiled slightly at the thought. That was a rather good justification, though she did feel slightly cruel putting Jean down this way.
Miss. Calender felt a pang of sympathy for young Jean Grey even her name was ordinary, she could relate to this girl, there wasn't anything particularly striking about herself either. There was always someone better. That must just be high school life. Technology could be improved, educational requirements may be lifted but the same unwritten rules applied. You had to be beautiful to be loved, to be popular.
There was a loud, knock interrupting Miss. Calender's musing of high school life. She cleared her throat hoping she could at least sound like she was in control. "Come in."
The door swung open, revealing a man leaning against the doorframe, a cigarette that hung from his mouth lit up his otherwise darkened features.
"There is no smoking on school premises." Miss. Calender silently applauded herself that sounded quite professional. The unidentified male merely grunted before taking the cigarette from his lips and putting it out on the palm of his hand. Miss. Calender looked mortified but soon let out a sigh of relief as she noted the skin healed almost straight away. "Can I help you?"
He grunted again, obviously a man of few words. He stepped into the sunlight to hand her a piece of paper and she noticed for the first time that this was no man, but a student. She glanced down at the paper. A transfer student, from Canada.
"Mr. Logan is it?" He grunted. "Can you speak?" she was getting annoyed by the constant grunting and it was not helping with the migraine that she could feel coming up.
"Yeah." His voice was gruff, not much difference from the actual grunting.
"Do you have a last name Logan?"
"Nope."
She sighed; she was definitely going to give Xavier a piece of her mind. "Ok." She stood up, resting her palms on the desk. "Class." She almost cried with relief as the classroom actually settled down, obviously many were intrigued with the new guy that came into their class. Many seemed to have also witnessed the cigarette incident. 'What a way to get a class's attention, burn yourself.' She thought. "Class." she repeated. "This is the newest addition to Westchester High. Please make him feel right at home. Logan."
There was silence.
Logan glared at them. 'Damn, another prep school.' "Just stay the fuck out of my way." He stated out loud, a clear-cut warning. And suddenly from that one phrase the class erupted with cheers and clapping excluding; Ororo, who instead raised an interested eyebrow, Remy, who leaned forward to get a better view of the new guy and Scott, who scowled, this guy was going to be trouble he could tell. Jean smiled sweetly while clapping politely she had the same thoughts.