Chapter 4: Classes
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2902 Millennium Grounds
Apartment Complex
Morning
Rogue's first day
Magneto walked to his you charge's room and opened the door "Marie get ready, you have school today". His sadistic sheer earned him a pillow in his face.
Slightly peeved he levitated a metal pitcher to the sink and quickly filled it with ice cold water and dumped it on her.
She jumped out of the bed with a very un-Rogue yelp. She jumped up from her tangled heap on the ground, fire in her eyes "what the hell was that for!" Magneto started to inch away, quickly but firmly adding
"First day of school child, ready yourself" as he strode out of the room.
Rogue walked to the closet muttering things that would have made Sabertooth blush. Quickly washing her face, brushing her hair and teeth she went to her dresser.
She grabbed a fist full of black clothes and a pair of dark green opera gloves Well first impressions are the most important" with that thought she slipped on her black knee high leather boots and left.
She walked to the kitchen and stole the toast that Magneto had halfway to his mouth. Ignoring his indignant words, she muttered that he shouldn't pour water on her is he wanted her be nice. She grabbed her bag and raised a hand goodbye on her way out. Magneto wished her luck and left to get some more toast.
Taking the path that led to the school she steeled herself for a new world. A part of her was nervous, she hadn't been to a school since she was a child, what she had learned was self taught. The behaviour expected here was different, the impressions he ahd to make was strange to her.
Rogue walked through the double doors with an aura of menace around her people actually stopped conversations to move away from her, mutterings of the "scary new girl" started to filter through the halls as she walked past them. She checked her schedule and found her class. Opening the door she stepped in.
Most of the children turned to face her; the teacher gave her a questioning glance. "New, where do I sit?". The teacher, Mr. Dwight, was unnerved by Rogue's cold manner and turned to face her "Well before you take a seat please tell us your name and something about yourself"
She gave him a flat look
"The name's Rogue" She said nothing more but simply watched as he began to shift from one foot to another .
The man stuttered a little as he pointed to the back of the room "Y-You can sit next to W-Wanda and Pietro… " he nervously added "Would the three of you p-please raise your hands?" She watched as the field of bowed heads heads stayed still, and no hands rose until a perky little brunette in a pink sweater pointed to a couple of kids in the back. She sat at the desk next to them.
The red clad Goth didn't even look up but the other two looked at her with mixed emotions; the silver haired one with fearful respect and the one with the jeans with an angry sort of fear.
She ignored them and took a seat. Looking around she saw that the class was made up of mostly jocks and preps and then the rejects in back "well this is boring, how did high school become such a stereotype? What does the teenage reject do now? , What,? What? Why!, oh I know! taunt the jocks!"
She made a small paper football and flung it onto one of the jocks heads and watched as it landed in his hair at a funny angle sticking up into the air. Then she wrote "Not desperate, just not getting any" in bold letters on a sheet of paper and taped it to the blond kid in front of her's back.
Looking at the pale boy next to her she realized what had been bothering her since she had seen him in Principal Kelly's office, he looked like Erik. The guy in jeans who had been with him had been ignoring her until she started harassing Duncan.
Even Wanda looked up in mild interest as Rogue began harassing the poor boy in front of her. Rogue didn't care much for their interest and began doodling on her notebook.
The silver haired one poked her and recoiled slightly when she turned to glare at him "Hey my name's Pietro, wanna hang out after school? B-But not like a date I mean like with Lance and Wanda maybe?" He got a little cockier "but if you wanna date me I can arrange something, because well look at me! Who wouldn't want to date me? I'm well…I'm me!" His voice grew more confident at the end, almost forgetting Rogue was there.
Rogue ignored him and stared at the other guy waiting for him to say something.
"Lance Alvers, sorry about Pietro, he's been beaten up by his sister one too many times, we think his brain slipped out at birth. Anyway, ya wanna hang out with us? Better us then the the other losers around here.
Rogue wanted to say no, social interaction with wannabe supervillains was not what she thought was fun. But she had read the files, she needed to ingratiate herself with one of the two mutant factions in Bayville, and the X-men had the potential for too much drama.
"Not lahke ah got anythin better to do anyway"
Lance nodded and started picking up his thing as the rest of the class filed out of the room. Rogue hadn't even noticed that the bell had rung.
She looked at her schedule, next was her debate class. She walked to the class and sat down in an empty seat next to the window. The rest of the class trickled in and she noticed the redheaded prep from before and the pink clad brunette were both in the class as well along with the Goth girl from before, the rest of the people she didn't recognize.
A minute later the brunette with the short pigtails and green shirt from Bio-chem also walked in, some guy who was obviously too old for high school came next.
She glanced at the man, he was wearing a long brown leather duster, he had auburnish hair and brown eyes and damn was he fine!
Rogue looked down to the laminate wood of her desk trying to control her face, she was better than this. She did not react that way to men no matter how attractive they may be.
She broke eye contact with some illegible words carved itno the desk and stared at the front of the class waiting for the teacher. The duster guy paused during his walk to the back and sat down next to her.
She ignored his curious looks and neither one of them talked.
She kept looking at the class "it's funny, this class is divided in more ways than one. There are two types of jock and two types of reject and both keep t'their own sides".
She observed in confusion as she looked around. The last student walked in, a tall boy in sunglasses. After two minutes the teacher walked in. "alright class, today's subject is mutants! Where do they belong in society?"
Rogue tensed and clutched her pencil so hard that it snapped, the trench coat guy stared at her. This was the last thing she needed, she could not afford to run her mouth but already she knew that she was going to end up yelling at someone.
All of the student realized it was another opportunity to bash the mutants, some grinned. For weeks the debate topics had been about mutants, they always ended up hate sessions. Unfortunately this quickly made Rogue form an opinion of the teacher, a bad one. One thing that no living creature wants is to be is in Rogue's bad books.
"Move your desks to the side of the class and stand if you choose the anti mutant position". All of the students except for seven including herself stood and walked to the other side of the class.
Now, everyone was staring at her, it was obvious that she had taken her stand in the debate by not moving. The six students who had remained seated also stared at her even the red clad Goth was paying attention to her.
The teacher whose eyes were focused on her stopped glaring and quickly composed himself and said "Mr. Summers, Ms. Grey, Ms. Pryde, Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Lebeau, Ms. Sefton, Ms. Maximoff and Ms…." The teacher realized that a last name was not listed for Rogue, and looked up at her. Rogue grinned remembering the argument that she had about using a last name. She had won.
"Rogue"
With a snort of disapproval he sneered with a little more courage than before "well then, please do take a seat with the other frea-children on the other side of the room".
If it hadn't been for the promise the she had made Eric she would have attacked the bigot then, but she had sworn to keep a low profile… then again siding with the mutants probably killed the idea of a low profile, she allowed herself the idea of batting the teacher around for a bit before returning to reality.
Rogue glared at him and lazily stretched before casually making her way to the other side of the room, she sat down on the table of another desk and leaned back on her palms.
And it began
Okay here is the third chappie please tell me about comments and time the debate occurs and Rogue meets Mystique. Check out my C2 join it please and please be my beta. Give me ideas too!