"End of school, end of school." Kira danced around the hallways, making a fool of herself but not really caring as she did the weird loopy butt-shaking dance that girls were famous for. Famous in the 21st century, though, not 1971. Who knew how those people danced? Better yet, who cares? It'd be like Grease, only with less coordination.

"Great. Lets go home. Wait, none of us have a car!" Rogue was fully prepared to start ranting.

"Stop being so pessimistic, Roguey." Kira said, waving a hand in her direction while still dancing, now doing some moves Tabitha would.

"Don't call meh that."

"Pessimistic or Roguey?"

"Both."

"You know you love me."

"Whatevah, Ah'm walkin' home. Where's the swamp rat?"

"Probably trying tah find you. I'm gonna go hang out at the football field, watch the boys get sweaty, act bored."

"Ah'm gonna get the hell away from anything popular." Rogue replied, sneering in disgust at the others rushing around her.

"Have fun being a social outcast." Kira waved cheerfully.

"Don't Ah always?"

The football players were running in place. Usually it would be very boring, but they had tight white pants, and Kira was behind them all from the bleachers. She wasn't bored at all.

She was ticked off, though, when a shadow of a man blocked her view

"What are you doing here?" A tall man said, looming over her as she laid on the bleachers, her back burning a little from the hot surface. She could get a tan, though.

"I've got nothing better to do so I'm watching practice." She shrugged, staring up at the supposedly intimidating man.

"You're going to be a cheerleader or something?" She stared at him as if he had insulted her on some deep level.

"If anything I'd be the one out on the field rather than one of... those." Shuddering, she stood up and started walking down the bleachers, "Thanks, man. You've now ruined my football watching experience. Why couldn't you drill the giggling teenagers over there behind the fence?" She nodded her head towards the girls staring at the men tackling each other.

"Because they're behind the fence, not on the bleachers. I can't reach them there." She shrugged and waved him off, not even bothering to learn his name.

Seeing a man take off his helmet and expose semi-long blond hair and a face familiar to her, she stared for a second and locked eyes with the football player. Her face was blank for a second before she smiled and walked away, finding some other way to waste her time before heading back to the apartment.

Second days weren't as fun as the first. You were required to use at least twenty percent of your brain. Kira pouted as she stuffed a math textbook into her locker and started looking for her French notebook they supplied for her. Yeah, she didn't have to buy anything. They gave it her everything she needed. Bwa. Ha.

A blond young man leaned against the metal and smiled down at the brunette fumbling through her locker. She turned her head, since she makes random glances to either side of her often, and spotted the football player looking at her. She jumped, hit her head on some part of the metal lockers, and blushed uncontrollably.

"Are you okay?" He asked kindly, looking at her in a concerned matter.

"Yeah, I hit my head all the time." She waved off, not knowing how strange that sounded, "Nothing to worry about."

"I'm Ronnie Bass."

"Yeah, Sunshine. People told me about you." From the television. Better yet, Netflix..

"Hopefully good things."

"Where's the fun in that? You're the quarterback, right?" She asked, "So, come to claim dibs on the new girl?"

"Can't a guy just have a friendly conversation with a new student?"

"This is high school, Bass." Raising an eyebrow, she leaned her side onto the locker, staring into his eyes. He was only a few (five) inches taller than her, unlike Remy who was practically worlds (one foot) away.

"Point taken. You still haven't told me your name."

"You mean you only know me as the new kid?"

"Why do you think I'm talking to you?"

"I'm touched. You want to get to know me."

"I'm a nice person. And I still don't know your name."

"Consider it a mystery then. See ya later, Sunshine." She smiled sweetly before turning around and walking off.

"I see you were talking to Sunshine." A guy around her age said, walking over to her. She had no clue what his name was, but she did know that he was really fat. And that he was from the movie.

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Don't get your hopes up, doll. He's Californian."

"So what? I know tons of people from Cali."

"No, he's Californian. (Quote from the movie!)"

"I know where he's from, genius."

"Kira, they're callin' him gay." Rogue sighed, appearing from nowhere behind Remy, who also appeared from nowhere. She blinked rapidly, "Fornification, genius."

"Ooooh, so that's what they were talking about (she never got that quote until right now). Really? None of you really believe that, do you?" She asked the two other football players who appeared behind the football camp.

"He kissed Gerry at camp!" A guy said, and the one who was previously talking to her nodded vigorously.

"Probably to mess with your minds. I know I've done that once or twice in my life. Or twenty. My victim was basically the only one complaining about it, especially since I was surrounded by boys at the time.."

The boys, despite their dignity, stared and drooled slightly. Remy's jaw dropped and he started stuttering uncontrollably. Rogue, being the snappy Goth she was, rolled her eyes.

"Swamp Rat wants to know when the hell ya kissed another girl."

"I have a whole other life ya don't know about, Gambi." She giggled, using her nickname for the poor Cajun (It's Bambi, with a G. Oh, I pwn.)

Then she ran away before Remy could speak coherent thoughts. Seriously, he was like an extremely overprotective brother sometimes.

A/N: Thought I'd get in most of the fun stuff. It's sort of long now, yay! It's at least twice as much as the usual short crappy edition. I think I'll have some racism next chapter. I can rant about that sooo much it's sort of funny.