OMG I MISSED YOU GUYS!!! So happy to be out of bed and writing again! I've been really really sick since like Thursday and I hope you all will forgive me but I just couldn't write. Anyway let's pick up from where we left off k!!! Read enjoy review! ( OMG SO SORRY THE BAYVILLE CHEER IS SO LAME!!! But I'm a dancer not a cheerleader so I'm very under qualified to write such things )

Chapter 4

It was finally Friday and even Jean, who loved school, couldn't be happier. All week it had felt like classes were twice as long as they actually were while the time outside of school flew by unbelievably fast. That was mainly because everyday after school she and Scott had hung out till her ten o' clock curfew.

As Jean sat on the bleachers, missing out lunch because of cheerleading tryouts, she tried to sort out her feelings for Scott. She knew that she liked him, a lot, but the question was if she would tell him or not. He hadn't exactly indicated if they had gone on dates and he had never hit on her. The bright side was that she was the only girl he seemed to talk to other than occasionally Kitty and Amanda, which made her feel special. He always had a way of making her feel special.

"Grey, Jean, your up now!" hollered the very good but very strict cheerleading coach that went by the name Mrs. Hurst. Jean hadn't practiced much, she knew she had this nailed.

She didn't need it but when she looked at the bleachers on the other side of the field she saw Scott, Lance, and Remy watching her and it only made her stand up straighter and smile wider as she lifted her arms and shouted, "Bayville Hawks all the way…"

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Kitty was so nervous; she couldn't seem to remember anything they had learned during the week. She was messing up the cheer and forgetting her moves, not to mention her splits were still atrocious. Looking up to see Lance watching along with the rest of the boys only made her stomach do summersaults. Then as she watched Jean she felt any ounce of confidence she had die. Jean looked amazing, she was loud, yet cute, and her moves were graceful yet assertive.

"How the fuck can I like beat that," Kitty accidentally said out loud covering her mouth at the use of a cuss word.

"Don't worry about it," came a voice from under the bleachers, "she's totally messin the whole thing up."

Kitty turned to see the young goth girl who she had done the skit in English with on Monday. She was shocked that the girl was speaking to her and even more shocked that she was trashing Jean. "Like what do you mean? She's like totally amazing."

"Listen Kit," continued the goth girl, "Ah've been watching ya all practice everyday this week and she's messin it up."

"Really?" Kitty asked looking back to Jean only this time watching more closely. The girl was right; Jean wasn't doing the correct moves to the words. Where she was suppose to split she somersaulted and where she was suppose to jump she did a star. "Lord," Kitty continued, "do I actually like know it better than Jean."

"Hell yeah," the strange girl stated, "except for the ending ya have it nailed."

"Like I know, I suck at it. Hey," Kitty said turning back to the girl, whose name she remembered was Rogue, "would you like practice with me real quick? Everyone else is partnered up."

Kitty saw Rogue tense up, it didn't seem like her type of thing, but Kitty squealed with joy when she nodded and took her by the hand, leading her out next to a group of other girls and together they began by lifting their hands in the air.

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It was true; Rogue had been watching them during lunch all week, mainly because she was trying to avoid the damn southern boy Remy Lebeau. He still wouldn't leave her alone no matter how loud she yelled at him or how hard she whacked him in the head. The boy just wouldn't give up and it made Rogue uncomfortable, like really uncomfortable. The only time she didn't have him bugging her was at lunch, probably because he couldn't find her, no one would suspect the goth girl watching the cheerleader wannabees, but she had.

Rogue was very agile and flexible herself and couldn't help but rate the other girls. It was true that Kitty had her little mistakes here and there but the Jean girl was so confident in herself hat she wouldn't admit that she wasn't doing anything right. But she had a pretty face and an obnoxious smile so Rogue figured she'd be head cheerleader or something.

When Kitty asked her to practice with her Rogue wasn't sure why she said yes, she didn't even know if she could do it. But as she and Kitty moved in unison brining their arms up, then taking a jump in mid air, their hands touching their feet Rogue realized she was damn good. Her jump was twice as high as Kitty's and her splits went all the way to the ground. As they came to the end Rogue knew that almost everyone was starring at her but she didn't care, people starred at her all the time, but what shocked her was that as she and Kitty did the cartwheel finale everyone clapped.

As if that didn't scare her enough the loud whistle in her ear that came seconds later made her jump half way off the ground.

"I want you on the field right now girl, I want to see that again!" hollered a very athletic and somewhat pretty lady that Rogue recognized as the coach.

"But ah don't know the cheer," Rogue said nervously, her body shaking.

"I don't care!" the coach continued to holler, "Just show me that again, I haven't seen a split like that since I was young! So get in this damn field, NOW!"

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Remy couldn't hide the wide smile on his lips as he and the rest of the student body took their eyes off Jean's tryout to Kitty and Rogue who were just practicing in the corner of the field. Kitty was good but Rogue was amazing and not just at cheerleading.

The girl absolutely amazed him in a way that no one else ever had. She pushed people away from her and built a wall around herself by wearing dark clothes and giving the impression that she hated the world, but Remy could see past that. Underneath it all she was a beauty, more so than Jean, who was supposedly the most beautiful girl at Bayville. Rogue had curves, a brain, sparkling eyes, and a tongue that could cut your heart out. If any other girl had treated Remy the way she had all week he would've given up and moved on, but not her, not his little River Rat, who couldn't deny the fact that he had made her smile twice and blush on numerous occasions.

His smile turned to a laugh as the coach approached a very nervous Rogue and demanded she get on the field. Though Remy couldn't hear them he knew she had tried to talk herself out of it but he was happy to see the coach pushed her till she was standing where Jean previously had, her eyes on the ground, and she did better than she had before if that was even possible.

Remy felt himself physically ache as he watched her somewhat large but very attractive hips shake as he imaged them wrapping around his own. Then when she came up from her splits the front of her v neck shirt lowered and Remy saw her lovely cleavage. But what he focused on the most was the way her hair fell back from her face revealing her beautiful cheeks, that would look even more beautiful if he painted a blush on them, and exposing her whole face. He wanted her, he wanted her badly, but she was a project that would take weeks to complete and he wasn't sure if he had the time to put all his effort into it, but he figured what the hell he might as well give it a shot.

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Everyone had clapped for Rogue as she completed her cartwheel for the coach, everyone except Scott. It angered him that no one had clapped for Jean, who might've messed up once or twice, but overall looked better than Rogue.

He looked over to Jean who was pale with wide angry eyes. Scott tried to reassure her with a warm smile, but she just turned around from him and stalked off the field. He hated to see her upset.

Jean was the first girl that Scott actually cared for, she was smart, drop dead gorgeous, and she accepted his excuse that he had eye trouble without asking a second question. To him she was amazing and it took all his strength to not punch the shit out of Remy as he stood along with Lance and cheered for Rogue. If Jean didn't make Varsity Scott swore he'd get revenge, for now all he could do was comfort her. So Scott arose from his seat, looking grim and ran after Jean.

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Two girls went after Rogue before it was Kitty's turn. Lance gave her one big assuring smile before she looked away from him and at the coach. He could tell she was nervous from the sound of her voice as she hollered, "Bayville Hawk's all the way! We'll have our victory at the end of the day! So raise your hands high and proud! Common people shout out loud! That's the way we do it, so let's get on it, everyone let's show the world!"

Though she had been nervous her movements had been great, Lance knew a long time ago back at their old school she was meant for this kind of thing, only problem was that back there people didn't get her. No one except Lance, who was part of the reason they disliked her so much.

As she made her way off the field Lance watched her shoulders fall as she made her way toward the gymnasium. He would catch her next hour and tell her how amazing she was no matter what the results were.

"You like de lil petitie don you homme?" Remy asked with a light smile on his face as he rested his elbows on his knees.

"What gave it away?" replied Lance, "My constant starring or my never ending flirting?"

"Dis Cajun can jus tell, call it a sixth sense."

Lance couldn't help but laugh; he liked Remy the most out of all the guys, unlike Scott he and the southern boy seemed to have a lot of things in common. They were both badasses, didn't give a shit about school, and from the bits and pieces of what he heard his family seemed about just as fucked up as his own. Only major difference was Remy could get almost any girl he wanted, well except one, but other then that the ladies just seemed to be drawn to him.

"So do you really like the little goth or are you just teasing her?"

Remy's smile faded and for a moment he seemed like he was a million miles away but he finally answered truthfully, "I dink I like her homme, only ding is she don like me, an Remy ain't use to it."

"Oh she likes you," said Lance, "you make her blush like crazy."

"Kinda like you an de lil petitite," smirked Remy.

Both boys laughed as they raised themselves and walked toward the school. They both agreed that they would be at Piotr's big party on Saturday before they parted, thoughts of their girls, who were completely different from each other, running through their head.

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"No fucking way!" Amanda cried a she gave Kitty, who had her hands covering her eyes, a big hug. "You made varsity Kit!"

"No way!" shouted Kitty her hands falling to her sides as she looked up to make sure it was real, and sure enough she was forth out of twelve girls on the list. As if making varsity wasn't enough being forth was about to give her a major heart attack.

She was sure she would collapse before she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her shoulders and she heard a husky voice whisper, "Congrats Pretty Kitty, I knew you could do it."

Amanda watched Lance rock Kitty in his arms back and forth as she bean to cry. It was just too cute, she knew the two would hook up at the party tomorrow night and sighed as she went over her own situation with Kurt. They had hung out twice since Monday, at her house for nearly six hours then at his for about four. Amanda liked him a lot and was about to go in search of him to ask him to Piotr's party before she turned around to a very red and very angry Jean Grey.

"Congrats Jean," said Amanda wrapping her arms around the girl, but felt her stiffen in her grasp; "you did the best you could that's all you can do."

"This is bullshit," Jean hissed, "I wasn't even first on the JV list; I was seven, me, who was Varsity captain at my old school! I was out beaten by some freak that didn't even have to cheer! Well this school can go to hell!" Jean roughly pulled away from Amanda and stalked off, shooting mental anger that Charles, who was on the other end of the school, felt like a hard push.

Amanda just kind of shrugged it off and smiled at the very goth girl Jean had been insulting as she came out of the school. She waved to her and motioned her to come over; it was apparent that the goth girl was caught off guard but still walked over to Amanda's delight.

"Hello I'm Amanda."

"Yes ah know," the girls stated as she put her hand into the one Amanda offered. "Mah name is Rogue, ah'm Kurt's step sister. He hasn't stopped talkin' bout you all week."

Amanda felt her cheeks grow red; "Really?" she asked a small giggle escaping her lips.

"Yeah, but ah'm not suppose to say anythin' though," Rogue said.

"Oh well I was just about to go find him. I just wanted to say congrats on making varsity before anyone else, you really deserve it," Amanda stated before she half ran half skipped her way off to find Kurt, a wide smile on her face.

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Rogue was literally breathless she needed to see for herself. There was no way she had made varsity. She still didn't believe it even though her name was listed as number one on the varsity squad sheet, there just had to be a mistake.

"Grats cherie," she heard the oh so familiar voice of Remy say from behind her.

Rogue tried to respond with a snappy comment but just stood with her mouth open and her eyes still glued to her name in black ink.

Remy smirked and waited a few moments till she turned around, a stunned expression on her face, which Remy had on his own as she looked right at him and said, "Thank you."

A thank you, it wasn't much but it was the nicest thing she had said to him yet. He was so taken aback he had to mentally shake himself before he responded. "You deserved it Rogue, your one amazing girl you know dat?"

Her eyes dropped from his face but she still didn't move, "No ah'm not," she said quietly. "Just cause ah can do a split doesn't mean anythin'."

"It not jus de split cherie," said Remy moving closer to her, "it you. Whether you know it or not you actually a very sweet girl underneath all dos layers of black an I'm not de only one beginnin' to see dat."

She finally looked up at him again, her eyes glazed with tears that she was desperately trying to hold back. "Why ya tellin' meh dis Remy? What is it ya want? Do ya jus wanna get into mah pants so you can brag to everyone that ya banged the untouchable girl?"

"Non cherie," Remy replied desperately, being brave and moving toward her till he was only a few feet away. Then he got even bolder as he stepped closer and wrapped his hands around her waist. She didn't pull away but she also wouldn't look up at him. "Dere jus soemthin bout you dat fascinates me, more den any other girl I've ever seen. You're so beau yet you're hiding yourself from de world. Well you can't hide from me cherie, I see past all your layers and know you jus need someone to care bout you."

"An ah suppose that's you, being gaw'ds gift to women an all," she said, not bitterly but not happy either.

Remy couldn't hide his smirk, but it faded just as soon as it came."I only be if you want me to cherie," Remy stated lifting his fingers to a piece of her hair intending to pull it back, but she cringed from him, she didn't move, she literally cringed.

He could see a single tear fall down her face and it sent a pain of guilt through him like he had never felt before. Dammit LeBeau, he screamed in his head, you scared her! You moved to damn fast and now you've scared her.

Rogue was about to open her mouth to say something but she was interrupted by a loud squeal and a crying Kitty ran up to her. "Rogue you are like totally my angel! I would've never like even made JV if it wasn't for you showing me that ending! Tonight you're spending the night at my house and we're like totally talking all night, then we're totally going shopping tomorrow, and then your going to Piotr's party with me tomorrow! This is like so great I totally have a best friend!"

Rogue wiped the tear from her face and her look of fear turned to one of confusion, "Excuse meh?" she asked.

"You heard me!" replied Kitty taking Rogue by the hand, "Your staying at my place tonight! Lance will run us by your house then you're totally shacking with me. Then tomorrow we're shopping for Piotr's party. Don't even try to get out of it I'll like totally drag you by the hair if I have to."

"It's true," said Lance laughing before he turned to Remy. "Your still gonna be there right man?"

"Yeah sure," said Remy looking at Rogue again, managing a weak smile.

"Then it's all settles! This weekend we're like totally going to party!" Kitty shouted.