Such a fun story! Sorry for those of you that are looking for romance between the other mutants but I can't help but get caught up in the ROMYNESS!!! I'm trying, I really am.
So anyway this will be the last chapter that has to do with the first day of school, gotta keep it moving, but this chapter was so much fun to write! Thanks for the reviews, love em!!! Read enjoy review! ( side note, I know Kitty's speeches are run-ons, but I use them to indicate how fast she talks )
Chapter 3
At lunch Jean found Kitty instantly, she was sitting at a table that was already pretty full but she managed to squeeze in.
Kitty made the introductions, to her left was Lance, Kurt, and Amanda, while to her right was Piotr and too Jean's delight Scott. She took the open seat by Kitty and smiled at her, the girl was just too cute.
"So how's everyone's day going so far?" Jean asked.
Kitty was the first to respond, "Like not good at all! First Lance and I got caught talking during English and had to get up in front of the entire class and like read a stupid story."
"Not to mention it was with the dark horses of the class," Lance added.
"Then like the English teacher totally hates me!" continued Kitty. "Like every time I say like he makes me like write ten sentences saying I will no longer say like! It's like ridicules!"
"Especially for like you Kitty," mimicked Lance, causing the whole table to laugh. Kitty's responded by sticking out her small tongue in his direction.
Well, thought Jean, it won't take much convincing to get these two hooked up. She was just thinking it when she looked up at a smiling Scott and, though it was hard to tell with his glasses on, she could've sworn he winked at her. She wanted so badly to read his mind, to see if he really liked her, but her damn conscious wouldn't let her, she knew it was wrong to use her powers for personal advantage.
"Vell our day vasn't much better," stated Kurt looking at Amanda. "Ve ran all around the school looking vor the science wing and missed the first half vour of class, Miss Munroe vasn't very happy."
"No she wasn't," said Amanda, "then have any of you had gym class yet? That teacher is a cold blooded killer."
"Lord I know!" exclaimed Scott. "I had him just before lunch, he made us do four laps around the track, half an hours worth of stretches, four suicides across the soccer field, plus some weight lifting. The man is insane!"
"Well thanks Scott," said Jean jokingly, "I have him next hour and I'm like terrified now."
"Don't worry when I like feint he'll totally cancel class," said Kitty.
"I only wish," said Piotr with his very husky voice, "but from what I've heard he's the type of guy who'll splash some cold water on you then make you drop and give him twenty."
"No kidding," said Amanda taking a big gulp of her milk. "Can't believe there's a whole year of him."
"On the bright side," exclaimed Jean, "we'll get to keep our amazing figures."
"I'll drink to that," said Scott lifting his milk along with the others. They made a mock toast that left them in a fit of laughter.
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Xavier observed the lively table and smiled himself; so far the day was going perfect, there was an unusual amount of tardies, but in a new school that was just a given. Logan on the other hand was practically growling at the table ready to pounce. He had super hearing and obviously didn't like what he heard.
"Those little rodents, they think they got it hard now, just wait till tomorrow," he snarled, receiving a distasteful look from Charles.
"Now Logan they are just being kids, you have been awfully harsh on your classes," Charles replied, but continued when he saw an unbelievably large student he knew as Fred walk by, "though I believe you will help make our school one of most healthy in the country."
"Better believe it Charles," said Logan taking a sniff of the food and pushing it aside. Logan wasn't in the mood to eat, he was however in the mood to make gossipy teenagers miserable, and he began plotting the next day's torture session when the lovely Ororo took a seat beside him.
"So tell me Mr. Logan," she began as she pulled her beautiful white hair into a ponytail, "how do you plan to reach these kids if all you do is leave them physically exhausted everyday? I have enough trouble keeping them awake as it is and your class only seems to make it worse."
"Just send them to me Ororo, I'll give them the workout of the century."
She sighed, Mr. Logan was a very handsome man with a lot to offer to his students, but his harsh manner and constant need to be seen as the bad guy clouded his better judgment. It saddened her more than she knew it should and took it upon herself to lighten his spirits.
"Say Mr. Logan after today you'll probably need a drink what do you say we go to this lovely little place near where I live, I promise you can be as mean as you want to be."
Logan grumbled, this was her third invitation to go for drinks, and though a part of him wanted to another part of him loathed the idea. You should go Logan, came Charles's voice in his head. It would be good for you to have a night out, plus one doesn't need to read your mind to see you like her.
Logan shot up and snarled but hated the fact that Charles was right. "Fine Ororo, name the time and place," he replied, actually enjoying the lively smile that caressed her lips.
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"Gym class was a thousand times worse than you said it was," Jean said to Scott as she lifted her vile of purple dye and mixed it with the salt. "We had to do six laps around the track and then we only had about ten minutes to finish an ungodly amount of stretches, then he made us run more. There's no way I'm surviving another day of that class."
Scott chuckled as he added some other ingredient to the vile and it began to turn an odd green color. "I actually heard one of the girls say he was hot, not the red headed goth girl but the short black haired one."
"Ick!" cried Jean taking notes on the development of the experiment. She had been so glad that Scott was in her last hour, science wasn't her strongest subject, but Scott seemed to understand what was going on. "Those type of girls scare me, I personally don't see how you can wear black every single day."
"Yeah they scare me too," said Scott. "But I was talking to that Rogue girl during gym, she's not all that bad, still I prefer my red heads to smile once and awhile," he continued, a coy smile on his face as he looked at Jean.
"Oh," replied Jean as she felt her cheeks begin to grow warm; he was making her blush, again.
"But it was actually pretty funny, have you met that southerner, think his name is Remy?"
"Yes," said Jean, relieved her cheeks were cooling, "we have forth period together and he had every female swooning over him."
Scott laughed, "Well it was the same in gym till he saw Rogue and then things got interesting. He was following her around making little sweet compliments in her ear till her whole face was red from blushing. But at one point he must've said something completely over the top because while we were doing our stretches she jumped him."
"Like for a fight?"
"Yeah, it was so funny, she tried so hard to punch him, but the best part was that Mr. Logan didn't stop them, in fact he encouraged it."
Jean rolled her eyes and laughed, "Sounds like something he would do." She looked over to the clock and noticed it was only five more minutes till dismissal; she didn't want to stop talking to Scott. "Hey, I got to go to a cheerleading tryouts meeting after school, it should only take about half an hour, but afterwards do you wanna maybe get a coffee or something?"
Scott grinned, "Yeah, that would be nice, but what if we went to a movie then dinner instead?"
"I'd love to Scott," Jean replied, her light green eyes sparkling.
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"Kurt," cried Amanda, "there is no way I'm finishing this Algebra by myself, you totally have to come over to my house and help me!"
"Veally?" Kurt asked. "I'd be happy to, vough I don't really get it either."
"That doesn't matter," stated Amanda, "we make a good team, and we're already ahead of everyone else. I don't feel like missing Scrubs for this lame homework."
"Oh vey god, you watch that show too," Kurt said, receiving a nasty be quiet look from his teacher. "I vought I was the only one who vatched that show."
"No way, it's like the best show ever," said Amanda, finishing up another problem. "Ugh, this seems like this homework will never end!"
"Shhhhh," the teacher said sternly looking right at Amanda and Kurt, he was willing for people to partner up, but when they started getting loud he started getting annoyed.
"Kinda of vike this class," whispered Kurt. This made Amanda cover her mouth trying to suppress the loud laugh she was sure she would make. To her relief the bell rang a moment later and she laughed hysterically all the way to her car, Kurt was right behind her joining in the laughter, this would be a day he's always remember.
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"So Lance are you going to be like totally sweet and watch me make a total idiot of myself at cheerleading?"
"Whatever Kit Kat, you'll do fantastic," replied Lance taking the large stack of books she was carrying. "Sides, you'll have me there to shake up any of those snobs that decide to get cocky with you."
"Lance, no like using your powers," said Kitty, double checking to make sure they were out of hearing range of anyone else.
"I was just joking Kitty," said Lance wrapping one arm over her shoulder, "can't you take a joke?"
"Sure I can, I'm just like totally nervous," stated Kitty. "Remember the cheerleaders at our old school us to like make fun of me all the time? What if they like do the same thing here."
"Hey," said Lance reassuringly, "you're going to do great, I'll be there supporting you all the way."
"Oh Lance…" began Kitty looking up at him, ready to tell him she would be there to support him through anything as well, but was interrupted by the sound of a loud whistle.
"Anyone whose here for cheerleading on the field now, we haven't got all day ladies, some of us have lives!"
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Rogue staked angrily across the school yard cussing at everything and everyone. She was mad, actually that would be an understatement, she was furious.
"That damn Cajun! Who the hell does he think he is!" she cried as the image of her strangling him to death came to her mind.
He had been messing with her all day long, starting with that little stunt in English. From then on things just got worse, during gym class he would not leave her alone. He had been saying things like, "You look so beau when your angry chere," and, "How bout we meet behind de bleachers after school?" But what had got her really firing was when she was doing her toe touches and he pinched her ass. She had gone into mortal combat mode and jumped him, doing everything she could to get her hands around his neck. She only got angrier when she saw he was smirking and he whispered, "Remy always love a girl who wants to be on top." Sadly before she could knock a hard one into his jaw Mr. Logan, who had enjoyed the fact that Rogue wasn't taking the Cajun's crap, had to end it and pulled her off him.
Rogue had managed to avoid him at lunch and the rest of the passing periods, but when she entered her finale hour History class she noticed the desks were all turned towards each other indicating group work, which she didn't mind, but when she saw the only open seat was facing the Cajun she was about to explode. He noticed her anger immediately and it amused him. After they had gotten the assignment he glued his eyes to her as she bent her head down and tried to hide her face with her hair. He said several things to get her attention but she just kept her head bent, but it soon snapped up when she felt a rough hand caress her leg. She made a grab for it and successful caught his wrist, squeezing it as hard as she could.
"Ever heard of a thing called sexual harassment Cajun?" she snapped, her eyes narrowing.
"Course cherie," he replied, "but it ain't harassment if it enjoyed."
"What makes ya think ah'm enjoying it!?" she growled her hand tightening around his wrist.
"Dat lil pink spot on your cheek cherie, when you angry it's red, but when it's pink your shy, an from what dis Cajun can see it's pink."
Rogue let go of his wrist and brought her hand to her warm cheek, immediately annoyed at herself for listening to him. She was angry, she could feel her blood boil, but it was a sort of boil she had never felt before, still she knew she was angry.
"Just drop it Cajun and do your half of the assignment," she snarled bending her head to her work again. He must have a death wish, she thought, or else he's just insane.
"Common cherie," he said smirking, "can't you relax an smile? Remy jus tryin to brightin your day."
"By annoyin the hell out of meh, great way to make meh smile!" she replied harshly.
"Well you have to admit cherie dis Cajun is growin on ya."
"No ah don't."
"Yes you do."
"No ah don't!"
"Yes you do."
"No ah don't!!"
"Yes you do."
"No I don't!!!"
The useless argument continued for several minutes and annoyed Tabitha as she watched them holler back and forth at each other. She didn't see why he was so interested in the little freak, not when she was sitting right there hot and heavy for him. Her annoyance only increased as she watched their argument somehow turn into an arm wrestling match and how her hand stayed in his several minutes after he had won.
Rogue herself wasn't sure how she had ended up arm wrestling him; it seemed like a good way to settle the argument until she lost. But before she could make a snappy remark she noticed his hand on hers and couldn't find it in herself to yank it from his grasp. Though she had on gloves she could feel the warmth of his skin and it sent a chill down her spine. As he began to rub his fingers over her knuckles a very small smile threatened her lips and she had to force herself to look stern. The moment was broken when the bell rang and Rogue pulled her hand from his abruptly and told him to leave her alone.
So, angry at the Cajun and at herself, she decided she didn't want to go home. She felt like getting on her bike and riding the highway for a few hours. It was the only thing that would calm her, though at this point her nerves were shredded and her blood was as hot as lava.
"It's o.k Rogue," she said out loud to herself. "It's all over, ya don have to see him again till tomorrow, just calm down girl." She took a deep breath as she continued to speak to herself, "Jus breathe, that's all ya need to do, jus breathe, jus breathe." She felt some sort of relief as she reached the parking lot but felt all anger, plus a little extra, rushing back as she saw whose motorcycle her own was blocking, "Dammit swamp rat, don't you have a gutter or something ya can drown in!" she hollered.