Disclaimer: I do not own any of Marvel's characters, including the X-Men, but Theresa, Diamond and Ruby are mine!
Summary: The Xmen are in high school! Characters include:
Remy/Gambit, Ororo/Storm, Logan/Wolverine, Jean/Phoenix/Marvel Girl,
Scott/Cyclops, Rogue, Kurt/Nightcrawler, Bobby/Iceman, Warren/Angel,
and Hank/Beast. Plus some OC's!
Parings: Ororo/Logan, Remy/OC , Rogue/Bobby, Scott/Jean
Ages: Ororo, Jean, OC, Bobby, Rogue 16 , Logan, Scott, Remy, Kurt 17
Teenage Mutants
"And once you get finished with page 325, I want you to get started on..." Theresa listened as Warren a.k.a. Angel, spoke to the class, with his back turned, writing the assignments on the board next to 1st Period. It took her by surprise how little acknowledgment new students received. He had barely even glanced at him when she walked through the door. But she probably wouldn't have cared as much, or even noticed for that matter, if he wasn't as good looking as he was. Longish blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, smooth jaw-line. But now that he had his back to the students, she could take her attention off of his handsome face and, with him wearing the tight-for-dudes-fitting jeans, turn it to his nice, defined little booty.
"Don' t'ink I don' see ya, chere." Remy said, breaking her out of her current state. Theresa turned to him slowly, looking at him questionably, even though she knew exactly what he was talking about. "I'll kill him if I have to." He said, continuing his work. She smiled; even though he said it with no emotion, she knew him well enough to know that he was joking.
"You don't have to be jealous, Remy." She said.
"Sure don'. You my Reesey. Bu' he don' know dat." He said, looking at Warren closely. Mentally changing the subject, he looked back over to Theresa, making an observation that he was surprised that he hadn't noticed.
"You left handed, chere?" He asked. She looked up at him with an expression that said 'here we go again'.
"Last time I checked." She answered. Remy chuckled and his eyes moved down to her legs.
Oh, she done asked fo' it now. Reesey should'a known not ta wear nuttin like dat 'round me.
Without thinking twice, Remy put his hand on her leg, causing Theresa to let out a small, loud scream. Theresa slapped a hand over her mouth quickly as soon as it left, hoping that no one heard her. She had no such luck.
"Is there a problem, Ms. Sanderson?" Warren turned around and looked at her with fire in his deep blue eyes. She looked at him as if she was a 3 year old who was being yelled at by her father the first time. She tried to smiled and answered with a quiet 'no sir'. He went back to writing on the board and the class went back to their business. Theresa glared at Remy with all the hatred that she could muster. She knew he was doing it on purpose, trying to get her in trouble on her first day. And he still had his hand on her leg, trailing it from up her thigh to her knee, where he stopped and, knowing that it is a very sensitive place for girls, squeezed it. He smiled when she bit her lip to keep from screaming again and banged her leg against the table so that he would be forced to remove his hand. He pretended that he was working when Warren turned back around.
"MS. SANDERSON." Her heart almost stopped when she heard him yell her name. She could hardly find her voice to answer him. She didn't need to, though, because he kept on talking.
"I need to speak with you. Out. Side." He said. He put down his dry erase marker and exited the room. That's when all eyes turned to Theresa. She closed her eyes. Trying to summon up the courage to get up. Until she heard Remy in her ear.
"Ooooo, you in trouble, chere." Her eyes snapped open in a second. She wanted to kick him where it hurt the most, but since they were both sitting down, she used her fingernails to pinch him as hard as she could on the forearm. His dark eyes widened and he sucked air in through his teeth at the pain.
"Oooooow! stop!" He said. Finally, after he was clearly bleeding from her pinching him so hard she stood up and walked out of the classroom.
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Theresa closed the door behind her, hearing all the laughs and giggles from the jealous girls behind her. She saw Warren outside, digging through his pocket for something.
"...I'm really sorry, I was ju--
"Don't sweat it." Angel said, still searching through his pockets. Theresa looked at him like he had just lost his mind.
"What?" Warren looked up like he had forgotten she was even there.
"Oh. I said don't worry about it. I saw, I just thought you might wanna get away from him for a while. Gum?" He said, holding out the object he was searching through his pockets for: a pack of gum. Theresa looked to see what flavor it is.
"Ooo! Pink Lemonade!" She said, taking a piece from him. Warren went on.
"I mean every new girl that comes here it's the same thing. He get's 'em to sit next to him, starts playing around with them, talking all lovey-dovey, eventually he ends up getting what he wants and drops them like that." He said snapping a finger. Theresa's eyes widened as she heard Angel go on and on about Remy and all of his little 'escapades' with practically every female in the school, including some of the teachers.
"And they all end up fallin' for him too." He looked at her and saw the confused expression on her face. "This doesn't surprise you, does it?" He asked, hoping that he didn't just break the girl's heart. Which he actually did. It took her a while but she shook her head, getting her senses back.
"Uhh no...no, of course not." She said, again faking a smile. She mentally cursed herself for letting herself fall for him.
You knew that he was a hoe from the beginning! She yelled at herself. But nooo...I bet you feel dumb as hell right now don't you?
"Good. Well if he bothers you again just hit 'im or something, but keep it silent alright?" They both stood in silence after that. Warren looking off as if he was thinking about random things and Theresa with her eyes closed, trying to keep the tears from forming in her eyes.
"Oh you can go back in. Just pretend like I yelled at you or something." Theresa opened the door and stepped back into the classroom without another word.
Remy looked up when he saw her walk in the classroom and his expression immediately turned into one of concern.
"What's de matta, chere?" He asked as she sat down. She shook her head, not even attempting to make eye contact. He placed his hand on hers, only to have hers snatched away.
"What Angel say to you?" She sniffled and sighed heavily.
"He didn't say anything." She answered annoyed. Remy thought it was cute the way her voice sounded right now, stuffy like and squeaky. He would have commented on this had he not been so concerned.
"Well den what's botherin' you?" He asked. Theresa opened her mouth to say something but they both turned when they heard some girl in the back cough the word 'slut' rather loudly. Remy turned back to Theresa.
"Don' let dese girls bother you, chere," He said softly. She stood as the bell rang and looked at him.
"Will you just leave me alone? They aren't the problem! I don't feel like talking to you!" She said louder than she should have before walking out of the room.
The Cajun sat there, confused as to why Theresa was acting the way she was.
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Theresa searched through the hallways and was thankful when she found 'Ro. She needed her to show her to her next class. 'Ro smiled as she came up to her in the hall, but it slowly disappeared when she saw the tears glossing Theresa's chocolate eyes.
"What happened?" She asked, even though she had somewhat of an idea.
"Nothing. Can you show me where my class is?" Theresa tried to keep her voice steady. 'Ro was just about to say something when Jean joined them.
"Hey yall!" She almost cheered, "What's up?"
" 'Reese is crying." Storm tattled.
"No I'm not."
"What's the matter?" Jean asked anyway.
"Nothing!" Ororo rolled her neck, folding her arms across her chest.
"Mmm hmm." She said, making it obvious that she didn't believe her. "Jean, you can go ahead and take her to class. I got some mess to deal with." She said, her voice becoming a little more sassier than usual.
"Alright." Jean said. "Let's get the hell out of here." She told Theresa. "She's fixing to beat your boyfriends ass." And with that, they sped off to their biology class, which was taught by the lovable Hank, a.k.a. Beast.
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"Ok...so she got up, told you to leave her alone and that she didn't want to talk to you...and then...left the classroom?" Scott summarized all of what Remy had just told him.
"Yup." Remy answered. Logan just stood there and listened, while Cyclops tried to evaluate the situation. He didn't even understand why he was trying to do so in the first place. All he was doing was helping himself loose their bet that was still in effect.
"Well...I think... she might... be mad." He said slowly, scratching his thick brown hair. Logan rolled his eyes.
"Well, hot damn! SOMEBODY give this man a medal!" The Wolverine said gesturing wildly towards Scott. "I would have never guess that. I mean wow. Bravo, Scooter. Really." He smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. Cyclops narrowed his eyes at him.
"...Did I detect sarcasm just now?" He asked. Logan rolled his eyes.
"There he goes again ladies and gentlemen. Did you figger that one out by yerself too, Scotty?"
"The only reason why I even stated that out loud is because I figured that your small, rat-like brain couldn't process that on it's own without busting a vessel! I bet you can't even tell when a woman is upset, can you?" Logan shrugged.
"Don't need to." He answered coolly. "Unlike you two bastards, I ain't got no relationship problems."
"Oh really." Logan looked off, seeing Ororo heading their way.
"Yup. Here comes 'Ro now." He said. "Hey babe." He said as she made her way up to the three of them.
"Shut up!" She answered sharply, pointing at him. Scott was just about to comment on this when he and Logan flinched from the sight of Storm smacking Remy upside of his head. The sound of it was clearly audible even from the other side of the hallway as well.
"Ahh!" Remy seethed. "Mon Dieu! What de hell was dat for, Stormy?" He asked, clutching the area where she had hit him.
"Don't try and act stupid boy! Now what the hell did you do to her?" She yelled, pointing off in the direction that Jean and Theresa had gone in earlier.
"Wha?" Remy asked. Apparently Storm didn't like that answer because it wasn't a split second later when another sharp blow landed in the exact same spot.
"AHH! Cela vraiment maux, chere! Cut dat out!"
"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO. TO. HER?" 'Ro said even louder.
"Damn. She's sexy as hell when she's mad like that, ain't she?" Logan said lowly to Scott, who shook his head and rolled his eyes at him.
"I ain't do nothin'!" He finally answered. He groaned and doubled over when she sent a forceful punch to his stomach.
"You is a straight LIE! Why is she cryin' then?" She asked.
"I don't know, chere! Angel called her out of de classroom an' she came back in all mad an' teary eyed. Remy ain't do nuttin! Why would he? I sware t'ya I ain't do anything!" He answered, almost ready to be hit again. Ororo stared at him for the longest time, she was still angry and her eyes showed it. Remy sighed with relief when the tardy bell rang.
"Fine." She finally said. "I'ma beat your spicy ass if I find out you're lyin'." She threatened her brother before storming off.
"Yeah, I love you too, 'Roro." Remy replied sarcastically, still holding the side of his head and his stomach. "I t'ink we'd better go. De femmes is gone crazy today."
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"Jean, stop tryin' to read my mind." Theresa said as they took their seats in Beast's class. Theresa found his class more comfortably seated than Warren's. Instead of tables that sat two, Hank had 8 tables in the entire class that sat four people to each. With half of them on one side and the other on the other side, it created a nice walkway, and it seemed more welcoming than Angel's class. Although it could have been because there were no girls glaring and talking about her like they were in his class. Whichever it was, she felt better. Jean sat next to her, pouting.
"How can you tell when I'm trying to read your mind?" She huffed, annoyed that she couldn't figure out what was bothering her.
"I have psychic block. It keeps people like you out of my head." She answered. She smiled through her tears when Kurt took her seat next to her. He grinned back, but when the smile went away from his face, Theresa sighed. She knew what was coming next.
"Warum Sie schreiend sind, meine Schönheit?" He asked softly. Theresa couldn't help but smile at the pet name he used for her and Storm.
"Nichts." She answered, wiping her eyes. He looked at her as if to ask if she was sure she was okay and she smiled, assuring him that she was.
Beast closed the door to his classroom as the bell rang and everyone became quiet as he made his way to the front of the students.
"Alright, everyone." He said in his cheerful, deep voice. "As you know, you were assigned an optional weekend project on plant and animal cells." The groans from that statement were clearly audible, but Beast continued.
"And even though I only suspect that two actually did the project, will the ones who chose to participate please bring their projects to the front?" Theresa watched as Kurt and some girl walked up to the front and presented their projects. Kurt had made a model of the animal cell. It looked amazing. He had constructed it from a clear plastic ball and put all of the parts inside of it, which were made of colorful little sacks of goo and plastic objects. The girl's looked just as cool. She had done a model of the plant cell, that she made from a clear plastic box that was pretty similar to his. But apparently this wasn't planned, because as soon as they saw how alike their projects were, their jaws dropped, they shot deadly glares at each other and shared some inaudible words that Theresa assumed was arguing.
"What's up with that?" Theresa whispered to Jean. She shook her head as if she was disappointed.
"That's Myra. She's kinda weird, she doesn't really talk much." She said, taking out a nail file from her purse and giving her nails the attention she thought they needed.
"I meant what's up with her and Kurt."
"Oh. They've been like that all year." She replied. "They're both teacher's pets, and you know how it is when you get two of 'em together. They start fightin' over who gets better grades, who can do the most extra credit, you know. Kurt used to like her 'till she started challengin' him and stuff. Now it's like...battle of the nerds or somethin'." She explained.
"Wow. Excellent job, the both of you! I'll have these graded by tomorrow." Beast said happily as they both went back to their seats, still sending each other deadly looks.
Theresa looked at Kurt as he sat down, still clearly heated from the situation; then looked over at Myra. She didn't seem like the nerdy type. She had a round, beautiful European tanned face, dark hair that was at the bottom of her shoulders with the tips died a vibrant red, and she possesed the most dazzling almond shaped green on red eyes, which Theresa assumed had something to do with her mutation. Theresa could tell from when she was standing that she was slim, but had all the curves that women were supposed to have. She was a gorgeous girl, but the look that she was giving Kurt would kill if it could.
"Hmm...I don't know." She whispered to Jean. "It seems like there's a little more behind this than grades to me." Jean shrugged.
"Who knows? But if they keep this up, they won't have a chance to do anything social. 'Specially not a relationship. They're be too busy tryin to keep their A's up. But then again...you hated Remy at first too." Theresa looked at her skeptically.
"Pshh. What do you mean at first?" She kept looking back and forth between the two. She didn't really believe what Jean said. She sensed love in the air, and she was going to do something about it. It would keep her mind of the mess that went down today anyway.
Ok, situation detected. She said to herself. Objective: bring
two smarties together and try and make their lives less boring this
year, without having them kill eachother during the process. She sighed. Mission Impossible ain't got shit on Theresa Sanderson!
Ooooooooh! There's chapter 10 for you! I liked it, and I hope you did to! And even if you didn't please review it really makes it worth while. It's not very good for confidence when you spend alotta time writing for your fans and don't get any feedback so you know what to do! See ya next chapter!