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The rest of the day was set in crappy mode.

In every class, strange things began to happen. In math, I somehow managed to burn my homework to a black crisp (through my gloves I might add). The teacher had been pretty ticked about my missing assignment, but instead of giving me detention she decided it was a far better idea to deduct ten points from my next test. I'd half a mind to dump the ashes of my assignment on her desk. Would probably be the first time any emotion besides disappointment ever crossed her face.

Gym provided its own unique challenge. Every time I ran around the track, I acquired a burst of speed that left the others in my dust. Wouldn't have been so bad though if those power blasts hadn't flown in and out of my system at such a fast rate. I lost count of how many times I crashed on the track as my body went through its own speed war. By sixth period, I was certain my mind was either proclaiming mutiny or I had lost whatever shred of sanity I had left. Maybe both.

Luckily, for me, English was apparently going to be quiet. Miss Mertz handed out quizzes on a reading assignment I had completely forgotten to look at and demanded we stay silent until the bell. I'd almost forgotten what silence felt like since there'd been a constant rumble of mystery voices floating in and out of my head all day. With all the craziness surrounding me, I was more than happy to have a chance to sit and think about what the hell was going on.

But of course, the world proved to be against me yet again. No more than five minutes after the start of our quiz, a queen of hearts floated expertly onto my desk. I stared at the card for a moment, then pushed it to the side of my desk.

As my thoughts started back up on the matter at hand, I began to wonder if I should mention this to the Professor. There was no doubt he'd want to know. But maybe it would be best not to mention it. It wasn't like I was out of control. I could calm the powers if I focused hard enough. A fact I learned during the mess called history class. Just because it was called the Cold war, didn't mean it was a good idea to freeze my textbook.

I pondered a few other options for no longer than a minute, before giving the small muscle between my ears a break. My eyes closed and a soft sigh escaped my lips. When they reopened, I found myself staring at another heart card. I grumbled at the ace of hearts and shoved it and the queen under my desk.

I spared a quick glance at Remy and found him ardently studying his quiz with a big grin plastered on his face. The little twerp took advantage of my distraction and placed another card on my desk so quickly I barely noticed it land.

I furrowed my brow and shifted in my chair so I could kick Remy's ankle but stopped as a sudden pain raced through my hands. I grimaced and let out a slow breath to keep myself from letting loose a long line of profanities.

I didn't have to look to know Remy's eyes were already staring at me through his shades. I forced myself to look calm despite the fact it felt like razor blades were clawing mercilessly at my knuckles. Once the slow breathing technique started working, I took a peek at Remy through my peripheral vision. The Cajun was blatantly staring at me now with a look of concern and worry. I couldn't remember the last time his lips had been pushed into such a thin, nervous line.

As the pain in my hand surged more forcefully despite my efforts to calm it, I bit my tongue and took the only escape route I could think of. My pencil moved quickly across the paper circling any answer it came across. I was in no mood to even read the directions since the voices were starting to kick up another protest. After going through as many questions as I could stomach, I grabbed the paper and headed up to the teacher's desk.

Miss Mertz looked at me in confusion as I placed my quiz on her desk and hurriedly spat out, "Can I go to the restroom?"

"Shh," She quieted the voice I didn't realize was so loud since my head was conducting its own scream parade, "Go ahead, Rogue."

I didn't wait for another word from the teacher before taking off from the crowded room. If my powers were going to explode on me, I damn well wasn't going to let it happen in front of witnesses!

The hallways were empty so I let my tired feet slowly wander, till I landed at the gym on the other side of the school. Luckily, my screaming mind was starting to quiet down. Even though the volume was turned down in my head, the pain in my hands continued to increase. I let out short breaths in quick succession as the razors in my knuckles tore at my skin.

"What the hell?!" I hissed under my breath as inch by painful inch the razor-like claws jutted out of my hands.

I cussed between my short breaths in growing volume. But, even in the state I was in, my common sense kicked in just enough to remind me how chaotic it would be if the students left their classes and found me standing here with claws and bleeding hands. So, with a groan, I forced myself to duck into the closest door.

I looked around the room I'd blindly entered and couldn't help but be slightly impressed by the large indoor pool. The school had decided to put one in last semester, but I'd never seen it before. Only a few students had actually swum in it since the thing had turned out to be 'a wet piece of junk,' according to the P.E. coach. It was rare to ever see a student near, so it seemed like the perfect hiding spot.

I ducked behind one of the large sets of metal bleachers lining the walls and focused on trying to get rid of the claws. After a few minutes of deep breathing and intense concentration, I managed to get the claws to retract. The only evidence left of their existence was some small paper cut sized wounds. I guess that meant my body was playing with the healing power now.

"Finally…" I leaned my head against the cold bleachers and let out an exhausted breath.

"What a wimp!"

The words startled me out of my calm moment and instantaneously captured my attention. For a brief moment I considered if the voice was another from my head, but as I gazed out towards the pool I noticed two angry looking seniors towering over a scared looking freshman.

"I told you to stay away from my girl!" The taller of the aggressors growled at the freshman who looked close to tears. One of the guys shoved the freshman, who curled into a defensive pose once he hit the floor. He shook so hard I wondered if it made him dizzy.

"I didn't know she was your girl!" He whimpered out tried to hold his hands up in innocence, "I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

I rolled my eyes as the stereotypical high school drama scene unfolded. The whole thing was pretty idiotic to me. Two eighteen-year-olds picking on a guy who looked like he had barely reached the five-foot mark.

I felt a stirring in my gut and knew I couldn't leave the kid to fight this battle all alone. Maybe if he hadn't been outnumbered, out height-ed, and outmuscled I could have walked away. But after being an x-men for this long, even I had a strange pity for some humans.

"You know," I left my hiding place and waited until my strides brought me to rest between the seniors and the kid, "I don't think this is solving anything."

The boys snorted as they looked at my stubborn expression.

"What's it to you?" The shorter senior gave me a threatening look he probably hoped would send me running.

"He apologized. Case closed." I smiled at him finding it quite entertaining that they were trying to be so tough. I stared each boy in the eyes and wondered if they would be stupid enough to try and fight me.

"I don't think this is any of your business." The tall senior flexed his muscles to scare me.

Bring it on, dude. I took a fighting stance and hoped he would make the first move. I was more than happy to teach my peers some manners. It could possibly make up for the sucky day I had been having.

"Move, girl!" The seniors took a step closer to me, but I didn't move.

I scowled at them and was ready to pounce until I heard a quick scream from behind me.

"HELP!"

The splash that followed told me all I needed to know. The freshman, unlike me, had decided to make the stupid move and back up when they approached. I guess it never crossed his mind that the only thing behind us was a pool. The guy flopped around in the water with ungraceful strokes and kicks. I turned to the seniors, hoping they would offer help in saving the boy, but they'd already took off across the room for the exit.

"Wimps..." I grumbled and quickly pulled off my shoes before diving into the pool after the now sinking freshman.

He'd sunk to the bottom of the pool quickly, despite the sporadic kicks and arm movements. I wrapped an arm around him easily enough and started to swim both of us back up to the surface. The guy was easy to carry with my strength, but the continued efforts to flail his arms made the entire process far more awkward. One slip and he might accidentally touch my face and leave us both in an even bigger problem.

By the time I reached the surface, I was more than tired of the kicks the kid was still giving me so I tossed him out of the water a tiny bit harder than absolutely necessary. Once he was out I pulled myself up from the cold water.

The guy sputtered and coughed up an impressively large puddle of water. I felt somewhat bad for the kid since he was still hacking up quite a lot of chlorine water. "You okay?"

I leaned down to check on him but was distracted by a lot of noisy click sounds in the background. I turned my head to spot a large group of seniors snapping pictures of me and the freshman with their phones. It wasn't until I stood up and felt a shiver rack my body that I realized why I was suddenly the most popular model...

I'd just dived into a pool, in a white long sleeve shirt, and here I was soaking wet and….

My arms instantly wrapped around my chest as some of the guys made catcalls in hopes I would let them see more. I furrowed my eyebrows and twisted my mouth into a scowl as I tried to think of some power that would destroy their phones. Of course, I never got the chance to even yell at them, because at that very moment the swimming coach marched in with a sour look on his face.

"Only the swimming team is supposed to be in the pool!" He screamed at me and the coughing freshman.

So, they had fixed it after all...

"What the hell did you two think you were doing?!" The coach yelled louder as I shivered and the boy next to me finally stood up on shaky legs. I opened my mouth to blurt out the story but stopped as a large trench coat was placed over my shoulders.

"Perhaps," the owner of the coat spoke up slowly, "It would be best to discuss this after the students have had a chance to dry off." I had no idea in the world how he found me, but for the first time in my life, I was glad to see Remy LeBeau looking down at me.

"Well, fine." The coach mumbled, obviously wondering if he could get away with making us do laps or some other punishment right then and there, "You two report to the office right away! The nurse'll give you some towels or something."

The freshman, still scared stiff as far as I could tell, quickly ran to the exit and down the hall to the nurse's office. I, on the other hand, shivered in place while Remy picked up my shoes in one hand and wrapped his other arm around my shoulders.

As we started the walk towards the exit, I shook harder and looked up at him with a grateful gaze, "Thanks..."

Remy offered me a soft smile and nodded his head softly, "Anytime, Cherie."

After he spoke, his eyes went back to glaring at the group of seniors still giggling over the incident. If I hadn't known it was practically impossible, I would have sworn his eyes were burning with so much anger they could be seen through his sunglasses.

After escorting me to the nurse's office Remy had become a bit stubborn. At first, he refused to leave my side, but after I asked him with enough force he agreed to go only so he could tell the other X-Men I wouldn't be going home with them today. The principal's secretary had already called the Professor, assuring me both a tedious parent-teacher conference and a super awkward ride home.

Once Remy finally left, I leaned back in my seat and wrapped the jacket closer around me. The Cajun had decided it was best for me to keep it until I could find a shirt that was less see through. I'd been unable to argue against that idea since the nurse had no extra dry clothes for us to borrow.

The freshman, whose name I learned by eavesdropping was Tom, sat in the chair beside me with a towel wrapped around his shoulders and another on his lap in case he needed to wipe his face off. Tom, I had also learned from eavesdropping, was, in fact, a freshman who had just moved to Bayville. The kid sat with an overly grouchy look on his face as he glared holes into the wall. I figure he had a right to be upset. What kind of person is joyful after nearly drowning?

"You okay?" I asked softly and noticed his head tilt downward as if his shoes were the most fascinating thing in the world, "Something wrong?"

"Just shut up!" He hissed taking me by complete surprise.

I scowled at the brat, "What? You could be a little more grateful kid."

He looked up at me with outraged brown eyes, "For what?!" The words came out like a sinister growl, "Thanks to you I am the laughing stock of the school!"

I gaped in disbelief then felt my lips curl into a pure scowl as I fought the urge to punch him into the wall.

"You little brat!" I snarled with growing volume, "I did not jump into that damn pool and save your ungrateful ass just to be treated like some kind of-"

"Excuse me," The nurse interrupted my yelling with a stern face and pointed to the doorway of her office.

As my eyes followed the direction she motioned at, I discovered we were no longer alone. Standing in the doorway were two shocked brown-eyed adults, an irate vice-principal, a disappointed looking Professor Xavier, and last, but not least, an amused looking Logan.

I groaned softly and hung my head before mumbling the only word my brain kept shouting, "Crap…"