Shadow Flip Flops of DOOM(!), just letting you know that as soon as I read that, I started this chapter. Not that a lot got done, but still. But don't go gettin' bratty on me.

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Let me know if you spot mistakes or inconsistencies. I didn't re-read this.

Tuesday was better than Monday in every possible way. Actually, every day was better than Monday because, you know, Monday is evil. Not the point. The point is that Rogue got first dibs on the bathroom that morning, got the excuse slips and a lecture about hitting people in the face from the professor, and breakfast all before she had to get to school.

Throughout her preparations, Kurt had tried to ambush her. Apparently, the hug war was still on. However, Rogue was not above sacrificing casualties. If anyone was nearby, she'd use them as a human shield or simply throw them at him and run.

She decided she should come up with a better idea when Jamie 'accidentally' hit a stand that had a really expensive looking vase that tipped over. Fortunately, he'd hit the stand hard enough that he doubled and caught it before it hit the ground. With stealth befitting her ninja training (What? Wade's a ninja therefore all of his training is classified under ninja.), Rogue managed to sneak back upstairs, rush Kitty along, and race back downstairs to her bike.

"But I, like, haven't even eaten!"

Rogue detoured through the kitchen, stole a Pop-Tart for Kitty off of Bobby's plate and went to her bike. Just as they were about to pull off, Kurt 'ported on the front of the bike and lunged at Rogue. Kitty freaked out over his sudden appearance and seeming attack and reflexively phased herself and Rogue causing Kurt to land behind them on the ground.

As the two girls rode away, Kurt shook his fist in the air.

"I have not yet begun to fight!"

Spike rolled past him on his skateboard with his hands in his pockets.

"You are one weird dude."

School went a little something like this. Rejoice that the teachers accepted the excuse note except for Maranto. He gave her Saturday detention. Jerk. Steer away awkward confrontations between Kitty and Lance. Take a nap in English class. Listen to her brain fry as she sat in geometry class. Duck and cover from Kurt. Get to next class. Repeat.

The break from that routine was a pep rally. Rogue didn't see the point of the pep rally other than a way for her to get out of class. She walked into the gym and hung back near the wall as she looked for Kurt. She spotted him in the middle row with Evan, Danni and Kitty. She smiled and waved, knowing that he wasn't allowed to use his powers at school. He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Hey, Rogue!"

Her attention was pulled away from taunting her brother to Lance. He and his crew had cleared out a space in the front row. She sent Kurt and the others a salute and walked over to sit with the Brotherhood.

"Howdy, boys," she said as she stepped over the bottom row and sat on the bench between Lance and Pietro.

"Where's Wanda?"

"She didn't feel like coming to school today," Fred answered, eating a bag of chips.

"She's in one of her moods. The one when she'll hex your butt out the window if you're breathing to loud," Todd supplied as he watched a fly buzz around a jock's head.

Lance flicked him on the ear.

"Don't even think about it."

"What? I'm hungry," he whined.

"I'd rather you starve than eat a bug."

The cheerleaders came out and you know, starting cheering. Rogue paid them no attention but couldn't completely keep the yelling about 'Mighty Ducks!' or 'Hawks!' or whatever the mascot was.

"So this guy's new, right?" Rogue asked.

"Yeah. He showed up a couple of weeks before you did," Pietro answered as they watched the new principal walk up to the podium that was set up on the gym floor.

He went on to give a speech about how each one of them was talented and had wonderful gifts that he hoped they would use to achieve and blah, blah, blah. The Brotherhood found the entire thing ironic how he kept going on about special gifts.

"What d'ya say we show him just how talented his students are?" Lance grinned and leaned forward, about to cause a small quake.

Then Rogue punched him in the arm.

"Ow! What's your problem?"

"My problem? You're the one 'bout to cause an earthquake in freakin' New York! How does that seem like a good idea?"

Lance leveled a glare at her and she returned one in kind.

"Uh-oh. You're questioning his authority. That's a no-no," Pietro grinned and watched the two out of the corner of his eye.

While Lance was distracted, Todd used the opportunity to glance at the others and snag that fly.

POP POP POP boom!

Their attention was diverted to the center of the gym where what looked like glowing marbles were falling from out of the scoreboard and exploding around Principal Kelly. They were little explosions that popped around his feet but they were enough to startle him into trying to dance around them, much to the assembly's amusement. He started squawking and flailing his arms around and it looked like he was going to fall off of the back of the podium. Then he awkwardly straightened up and regained his balance as the little orbs stopped falling. Rogue looked around and saw Jean lowering her hands back into her lap.

Well, so much for not using powers at school.

Lunch was wonderful since Pietro couldn't sit still and went and got pizza. Real pizza, not the cardboard with tomato sauce and what they said was pepperoni. One way or another, they'd gotten to talking about how Mystique was Rogue's mom. They believed her, said that there was a resemblance. Go figure.

Now she drove back to the mansion with Jubilee since Kitty went to the mall with Jean. She'd learned blinding him was just as good as phasing when it came to hug repellant.

All in all, it'd been a good day. For her, anyway. She kind of almost wished that something had gone wrong. Then she'd have an excuse to call Remy. She could call him anyway and talk to him about…well, she couldn't think of anything at the moment but something would come to her. But then what would he think about some girl he'd met last night calling and rambling about her day. He wouldn't care. Though he seemed like he might. Maybe? Why should she want to call him anyway? Maybe he'd ask her out. She didn't want to go out with him. She didn't care. He was just a guy. It didn't matter at all that he had the most amazing eyes she'd ever seen. Screw that, his eyes were the most amazing thing she'd ever seen.

She mentally slapped herself. She sounded like a teenage girl.

This just in: You ARE a teenage girl.

Shut up.

A HORMONAL teenage girl.

Rogue scowled under helmet. Stupid, traitorous emotions and collaborating psyches.

Oh, yeah. Blame us for your issues. You know that's what you call displaced aggression

After arrival, Rogue went into the kitchen for snack, hopefully something sweet. She pushed open the swinging door and cringed. Emma was there sitting at the long table with Ororo. She sent Rogue a cool glare, and Rogue had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from laughing. The glare didn't have the desired effect, what with the swollen lip.

"Hello, child. Did you need something?" Ororo greeted her.

"Hey. I was just coming to get some cookies or somethin'."

"There are cookies in that jar," Emma piped up, indicating the white cookie jar on the counter.

Rogue sent them a suspicious look and settled it on Emma.

"What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing."

She glanced at Ororo, who looked between the two with a look of uncertainty.

"Miss Munroe, what's wrong with the cookies?"

"I don't know, Rogue. Why would you think that there's something wrong with them?"

"You know what? Nevermind," Rogue turned on her heel and left the kitchen and out into the hall. She might be paranoid, but she was justifiably so.

She paused a moment.

"Left or right? Ah, crap, I should write a map or something."

She made it to her room after playing Dodge-Hug and winning profoundly. They'd had to set up a few areas as safe zones, like the top of the staircases, the library, her room and the bathroom. He hadn't tried anything there; it just needed to be said. Shoes kicked off and propped up against a pile of pillows, Rogue had been finishing up her English assignment when she heard a knock on her door. She'd opened it to reveal Jamie. Apparently, Jean had told him that she'd help him with algebra but Scott surprised her with a date so she referred him to Kitty. Kitty was busy so she sent him to her and that is why he's sprawled out over her queen size bed staring at letters and numbers with intense hatred.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"If you need help with homework, I'm gonna have to charge you," Rogue called out.

Jamie looked up at her.

"Do I have to pay you?"

"Nah, you're good."

"It's Bobby. Can I use your phone?"

"Why don't you come in and quit yellin' at me through the door?"

He did. He went right over to her rolling desk chair and plopped himself down.

"Jamie, do you know you have a double downstairs playing video games?"

"What makes you think that one's the double?"

"Because he can only speak in sentences from the game. So, phone?"

"Don't you have one?" Rogue glanced up at him from the sketch she was working on. Yeah, she still had homework, but her doodles were far more important.

"Yeah, but Jubilee took it and I don't want to push my luck so soon after Operation: Ice Cups."

"Operation what? You know what, nevermind. Sounds like somethin' Wade would do. Phone's behind ya," she pointed to her desk.

Bobby spun the chair around, picked up the phone, and kept spinning. He flipped the phone open just as it was receiving an incoming call and automatically put it to his ear.

"Sorry, she's dead. Can I have her call you back?" Bobby said into the telephone.

Rogue rolled her eyes at his response as he waited a beat as the other person talked.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm messin with you. She's actually on the bed with Jamie."

Bobby planted his feet on the floor and reached for the book Rogue was supposed to be reading.

"Studying biology. Did you want to talk to her? All right, dude! Chill," he held the phone out to Rogue. "Phone for you."

She took the phone while looking over Jamie's shoulder, directing him how to solve the problem.

"Now square both sides. You do it on the left to get rid of the square root and you do it on the right 'cause what you do for one side you do for the other. Right?"

"Yeah, let's go with that."

She brushed her hair back and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Bonjour, cherie."

A smile lit up her face.

"I'm sorry. There's no 'Sherry' here. I think ya have the wrong number."

"Dat would explain why I been talkin' to some boy for de past trois minutes. Forgive moi. Thought I was callin' dis tres belle femme I met las' night."

"Oh, but which one?"

"Dis one was named Rogue."

"Well, why didn't ya say so in the first place, sugar?"

"Are ya always dis difficult?"

"Probably."

Bobby leaned back in his chair, watching Rogue's half of the conversation. It was always interesting to see how a girl's attitude changed when she gets on the phone.

"I'm not getting that phone back, am I?"

"Nope. And I'm not getting any more help with this," Jamie stated miserably.

"I'll get someone to do that for you if you let me use your phone."

Jamie didn't hesitate.

"Deal."

Jamie said a quick thanks to Rogue and left the room with Bobby.

As Rogue went on with her conversation with Remy, she absently wondered how many times she could use the 'My mom and dad want to kill each other and I can't do homework because of it' excuse.

Much later that night

Wade rummaged through the fridge while Logan went upstairs. They'd just gotten back. Yeah, he'd told Rogue 'afternoon' but that was susceptible to change. So here he was, in the dark of night, being forced to prepare his own food because quite frankly, he didn't think Rogue would appreciate him waking her up to do it for him.

"Let's see. Mayo and mustard. Pepperoni, bell peppers, ooh onion! Cheese and ketchup is good. Tomato, nope, not that hungry. Hmm. This turkey smells a little weird. Good thing I have a healing factor. I don't think I like chicken. Aha! Beef steak!"

As Wade prepped his sandwich, his phone vibrated. He set the phone on the counter and put it on speaker.

"This is Wade. Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Congradulaytion! You just won five thousan dollah! If you gimme your telephone numbah and bank infomation, I send you your check for five thousan dollah!" the man with the heavy Asian accent told him.

Wade had put down his sandwich and looked at the phone like it was crazy the whole time the man had been talking.

"You're gonna send me what?"

"Your check for five thousan dollah."

"Dollah? The heck is a 'dolla'? Where do you live? Are you that guy from Karate Kid? You sound like him."

"Sir, I need you telay-phone numbah."

"You called me, dude. How do you not have my number? Are you blindfolded, Mr. Miyagi? Do they have you tied to a wall naked in Sri Lanka and are forcing you to try and scam people out of there money?"

CLICK

"Hello? You still there, Mr. Miyagi? Oh, well," he shrugged.

A/N: Wow. I've been gone from this one for almost a month.

People can fit in those overhead scoreboard things, right?

…Wait…when did the reviews hit 300? The heck, man. Did I notice before and forget? Huh.

The ONLY important thing for this author's note: Do y'all wanna see how Rogue's days and weeks go or just kinda do a skip over to the important days when something is gonna happen other than D.R sessions, clandestine romy meeting, making friends, and family bonding. 'Cause I'm starting to bore myself and if I'm getting bored, y'all probably are to. But that may be 'cause I know what's gonna happen(more or less with broad generalization and detailed scenes that I should really write down) and I'm just getting impatient. Who is still following my rambling?

That phone thing actually happened to my sister's coworker. They were on the job, he had it on speaker, the customers could hear it, and to hear tell, it was hilarious. That boy is crazy. The only thing I added was Mr. Miyagi. The whole day he kept saying, "You won five thousan dollah!" I wasn't there so I took some creative license but only a bit.

My, that was a busy chapter with not a lot of anything. That's just because it's the FILLER! FILLER NIGHT! AND NOTHING'S GONNA SAVE YOU FROM THE FILLER TONIGHT!