Author Note(s): So, this is from reading some school based fanfictions and listening to "Good Girls Go Bad" by Cobra Starship. My focus is on Rogue and Remy but this will also focus on everyone. Just from the pair's perspective. Anyway, hope ya'll enjoy.
Remember, I don't own X-Men: Evolution. I wish I did. Then Remy totally would have been an X-Man.
Anna Marie Darkholme, AKA Rogue, never got a break. Foster family to foster family. California to Hawaii to Ohio and now, to Bayville, New York. Of course, this new place wasn't exactly a ordinary foster home. Oh no, this was a home for 'problem' children. Kids who the other foster families couldn't seem to handle for one reason or another.
That's right, no one cares about you, a voice in her head told her as she stood at the airport.
Shahd up! She yelled right back. Even after all this moving, she still had her Mississippi accent and she was stubbornly proud of that fact.
"Anna Marie Darholme?" A gruff voice asked. Rogue turned to the voice to see a gruff looking man with swept back blue-black hair and harsh brown eyes. He wore a simple dark blue t-shirt and light blue jeans with cowboy boots under them.
"It's Rogue," she replied, moving one of her white streaks out of her face. The gothic girl stood there, a hip popped out and a harsh look in her gray-green eyes.
"I'm Logan," the man told her. "I work where you're goin,' Stripes." Stripes? Already she had a nickname. Logan then proceeded to pick up one of her bags, turning to the exit. "Ya comin'?"
"Fahne then," Rogue replied, walking after the man.
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The SUV pulled into the mansion and Rogue couldn't help but be amazed by it. It was definitely large. And it was magnificent. It was about ten-twenty minutes out of the town and had a perfect view of it. Of course, there was a shroud of secrecy surrounding the place. It made it rather interesting. Logan pulled the SUV into the garage and lead her into the house. She wondered vaguely when she would meet this Professor Xavier. Logan hardly spoke and she didn't really mind. He lead her to a room, opening the door.
"Hey, half-pint," he said gruffly. A girl with brown hair in a ponytail and had bright blue eyes looked up from her place on her bed. She was cute with a pixie type face and she wore jean capris, a white shirt under a pink sweater. She smiled brightly.
"Hey, Logan! Like, what's up?!" She asked cheerily, getting off the bed and setting her laptop down.
"Your roomie's here," Logan told her, putting the bag down on the inside of the door. Rogue entered the room and set hers down as well. "Rogue, this is Kitty Pryde. Kitty, this is Anna Marie Darkholme. Goes by Rogue."
"This is like, going to be totally awesome!" Kitty practically squealed. "We can totally do some cool stuff together, Rogue!"
"Yeah, Ah'm sure, Kittah," Rogue said, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Well, I'll leave and let you two get better acquainted," Logan told them. "Dinner's in an hour." He left, shutting the door behind him. Rogue and Kitty looked at the door for a moment, then the over zealous brunette turned to the white and auburn haired girl.
"So, like, what's your favorite music?!" She asked.
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After the twenty (well, probably over a hundred) questions game with Kitty, it was nearly time for dinner. Kitty laced her arm with Rogue's, determined that they were new BFFS. Rogue smiled a bit at the younger girl but still felt slightly annoyed. As they walked towards the dining room, they were stopped by a blindingly pretty red head with green eyes. She smiled at the two. She wore long khaki pants and a lilac ¾ length sleeved shirt.
"You must be the new girl," Red said, holding her hand out. "I'm Jean Grey." Rogue took her hand, shaking it.
"Ah'm Anna Marie Darkholme, but ev'ryone calls meh Rogue," she told her.
"Well, it's nice to meet your, Rogue," Jean commented. "May I walk with you two to dinner?"
"Like, sure, Jean!" Kitty chirped in. The three walked into the dining room, where more introductions were made. Tabitha was very assertive with being the "awesome goth girl's" friend and eventually, Rogue started to like the rebellious side of the girl. Another girl Rogue remembered was Amara, who came up, introduced herself but didn't pester her too much. Some of the boys seemed to show an interest in her but Logan gave them a glare and a growl, and they backed off. Rogue smirked a bit. So, Logan was a softie, was he? Suddenly, the whole room fell to silence. Rogue looked at the head of the table to see a man in a wheel chair sitting there. He had clam brown eyes and was bald. His features gave the feel of extreme intelligence and he was wearing a black shirt under a brown suit.
"As you all have noticed, we have a new family member," he started. Rogue realized this was Professor Xavier. "Marie?" Rogue stood up and walked up beside him. "Everyone, this is Anna Marie Darkholme. But, she prefers to be called Rogue. Now, normally I would allow activities for this evening but tomorrow is the first day of school. So, I want you all to get some rest." Rogue returned to her seat between Jean and Kitty. Dinner then continued and after that, they spent some time in a rec room before turning in for bed.
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Rogue entered Bayville High with her friends from the institute. Kitty continued to blab about this or that and Jean was making helpful comments. Tabitha stalked off after a few minutes and Rogue partially didn't want to know what she was up to. Amara stayed quiet, merely nodding her head yes or no. Rogue examined the students at Bayville. None of them really caught her attention, that is until someone looked directly into her eyes. He had chocolate brown eyes that seemed to glimmer red in the sunlight from the window. Feeling slightly mesmerized, Rogue examined the owner. He was tall and tanned (unlike her. Average height and extremely fair), with messy brown hair that seemed to frame his face. His face that seemed to be chiseled to perfection. His body was, well, to put it bluntly, amazing. Even though his worn, faded blue jeans were slightly baggy, they didn't hide the fact that his legs were toned. His red t-shirt, on the other hand, purposefully clung to every muscle he had. He smirked and shifted his weight, giving her a slight wave.
"Rogue, you don't want to get involved with that guy," Jean informed her quickly, seeing what was going on.
"Yeah, like, totally," Kitty agreed. "He's like, a love 'em and leave 'em guy." Rogue crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"I don' know what ya'll are talking about," she said in a huff, leaving the group.
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Remy LeBeau, resident player of Bayville High, just got caught up in the most magnificent gray-green eyes. They were covered with heavy make up but Remy being Remy could see beyond that. The girl had a strong face, which was framed by two white streaks in her auburn hair. It was short, barely going past her milky white chin. His eyes continued to travel down, examining her fine and slender neck. She wore a studded collar and a mesh green top over a black tank top. Merde, she was fine. Her tight black skirt didn't make things easier. Black tights, boots, and gloves finished off the girl's look. He continued to look at her and was sure his eyes were doing that weird thing again-glowing red. He shifted his weight, smirking and giving the hot girl a slight wave. Her cheeks turned slightly red. How sexy could this girl get? That one red head, Jean, made a comment to her followed by that skinny stick Kitty. The goth girl's temper flared slightly, making her even more hotter. He held back a groan, hoping his group didn't notice. When she stormed off, he smirked, knowing this was his chance.
"Mais, mes amis," he said, walking away. "Dis Cajun gotta get goin'."
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Where the hell was she going? Rogue didn't know. She just needed to get away from that guy's stare. Not to mention, her friends were picking up on her. She crossed her arms as she stood under the bleachers of the football stadium. She pushed a strand of hair back, sighing.
"Mornin', cher," a deep male voice with a Cajun accent said. Rogue turned around, ready to spring. It was the boy from before. She stood straight, crossing her arms.
"Whaht d'ya wahnt, Cajun?" She practically snarled. If her friends were right about his rep, she didn't want a thing to do with him.
Remy, on the other hand, was thoroughly pleased with this goth girl. He tilted his head to the side, a crooked smirk on his face. How she had sprung around, ready for a fight, that was hot. Then, she talked in the honey sweet southern accent and he decided that he was definitely going to have her a notch. He gave a small bow and stood straight, still having his smirk.
"M'name's Remy LeBeau," he told her confidently then dropped his voice to a seductive purr, "but you, chéri, can call Remy wha'ever ya want."
"Ah think Swamp Rat suits ya," Rogue said with a huff, turning to leave.
"Now, cher, where are ya manners? Remy didn' get your name," he told her as he cut her off. Rogue glared at him and he enjoyed seeing those green eyes riled up.
"If Ah tell ya, will ya let meh get ta class?" She finally groaned out. Remy nodded, still smirking. Rogue scowled, wanting to wipe that smirk off of his face. "It's Rogue," she finally said, shoving past him.
"See ya around, Rogue-cher," Remy said, enjoying the view of her walking away.
"Hopefully not, Swamp Rat," Rogue snarled back, entering the building. Remy smirked even more. He loved challenges.
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Unfortunately for Rogue and fortunately for Remy, they had their first class together. Rogue bit back a groan as he sat beside her.
"See, cher, Remy said he see ya aroun' and he did," Remy told her, taking her gloved hand and gently kissing her knuckles. Rogue drew her hand away quickly but Remy saw that tint to her cheeks. He smirked even more.
"Ah swear, Swamp Rat," Rogue started. "If ya'll don' stop this, then Ah'm gonna sue ya fer harassment!"
"Can't harass the willing, chéri," Remy retorted, getting an eye roll out of the girl.
"Stop with those weird French terms," Rogue told him. "Ah don' understand 'em at all."
"Bon," Remy practically laughed. Rogue glared at him.
"Swamp Rat, Ah'm this close ta punchin' that smirk offa yer face!" She practically yelled. This caused most of the class to look at the pair. Rogue just wanted to shrink down into her seat. As if it wasn't bad enough she was the new girl...
"Hey, Remy, seems that sheila got some fire ta her!" An Aussie with bright orange hair called over to the Cajun. What was with this school and accents?!
"You'd know bout dat, wouldn' ya, mon ami?" Remy asked, smirking at the pyromaniac. Rogue glared ahead then put her head down in frustration. "Cher, what's wrong?"
"Ah already got uh stalker," she muttered as the history teacher came in and started to write on the board. Rogue hoped that was an end to the flirtatious Cajun but to no avail. He kept sending her bedroom eyes, smirks, and notes that Rogue didn't even bother to open. Each time one appeared on her desk, she merely crumbled it and threw it in the trash. He then would give her hurt eyes, but she knew he was just playing her. Why had she thought he was hot again?
Remy, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Every time he pulled out his bedroom eyes, he got an eye roll. Then, when he smirked, he got a glare. How she refused to read his notes amused him and he would give her puppy eyes and she merely gave him a 'Ah'm not thaht stupid, Swamp Rat' look. Remy let out a deep, throaty chuckle at this. This was way more fun than his usual game of seduction. Of course, all the other girls didn't put up such an amusing fight.
As soon as the bell rang, Rogue jumped out of her seat, grabbing her books and nearly running out of the classroom. Remy, of course, was right behind her.
"Hey, cher," he said, walking beside her. She picked up her pace. Remy kept up. "Maybe Remy coul' walk ya ta your next class?"
"Maybe Remy could go jump in the Mississippi River," Rogue mocked.
"Rogue-cher, Remy t'ink dat's more your aisle," Remy told her. "You from Mississippi so dat makes you a River Rat." Rogue stopped and glared at him, making him smirk even more.
"Hey, mate, wait up!" The orange haired boy called. Remy winced in annoyance.
"What is it, John?" Remy said, sounding annoyed as he turned to the boy.
"Nothin', just the sheila snuck off," John replied. Remy turned and looked around. Sure enough, Rogue had managed to slip off when John distracted him. Remy turned to John and gave him a hard, annoyed glare. "Sorry, mate, she made a deal with me." Remy then swaggered off, deciding to find his little River Rat.