Chapter Three: Juvy, Drugs and Remy
I turned from my locker to face a kid I barely knew. Not even his name came to mind. "Doing drugs, eh Amori?"
"Obviously you've been listening to Hannah." I muttered, sidestepping to get around him. "Unlike you, I try to stay away from them."
"So you ran away then?" He asked. Obviously this wasn't going to stop.
"Whatever." I said. "I don't know who you are, but could you go bother a freshman or something?"
The kid shrugged and turned away. I gave him a not so nice hand gesture behind his back and headed towards the cafeteria.
News travels very fast in Bayville High, I was only gone for six days and the whole school knew that my sister and I'd left Hannah's place. They just didn't know why. There were the ever-famous drug/juvenile delinquent stories and the lesser 'Hannah and I weren't getting along so I ran away and dragged my little sister along with me'. Whenever someone asked I usually chose to go with the later. The funny thing was I'd yet to see Hannah. I had a very clear feeling that she might be avoiding me. And for good reason. I had this very detailed little plot in my head about how I was going to dismember her limb for limb for spreading all the drug and juvy rumors.
I'd been willing to face school the day after everything happened but Lara wasn't, so I stayed at the mansion with her trying to play the coveted role of big sister. It took a lot for me to get her out today so I could go back. Taking the days off wasn't all bad though. With Professor Xavier's help I figured out the basics of my powers. There not that complicated. It's a form of teleportation that allows me to latch onto things that might not be in my reach and bring them to me. The anvil came from in town where they're scrapping the old theater.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a familiar red streaked head. Lunch was immediately forgotten. I turned back toward the girl room where I saw Hannah heading. She stopped to look her nails over with her friends giving me the five seconds I needed to get in before her.
Our bathrooms are pretty good. We've got good mirrors; they're not all graffitted on, and we've got plush red couches. These couches are perfect for sitting on and scaring people- especially if you choose the one right by the door, like I did. So as Hannah and her gang walked in, I sat there cross-legged looking perfectly innocent with a smile on my face staring at her. She had a delayed reaction upon seeing me. First she started, then her chin did this kind of quivery thing, and her eyes bulged. A camera would have been nice.
"What…" she said, startled. "What're you doing here?"
"Nature Called, I answered." I shrugged doing my best to look nonchalant while lowering my dismemberment plan a few notches to just a good punch in the nose. "So Hannah. I was wondering, why did I leave your house? Drugs? Juvy?"
Hannah didn't answer. She chewed her lip and didn't look directly at me.
"Well?" I asked.
Sill nothing, and my patience was wearing. I'd just realized that I was actually hungry and only had fifteen minutes of lunch left.
"I didn't want to…" she trailed off mumbling.
I got up off the couch and scowled at her. That bare shin of hers looked incredibly tempting, and I was wearing a pair of Rogue's Doc Martens. I swung my foot back and hit it her leg then pushed her down onto the couch.
"Stop the rumors, and leave me alone. Got it?"
I stalked out of the bathroom with out waiting for a response. One was not needed. I felt that the message had gotten through quite clearly.
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If you've got at least one fourth of a brain you can be a student assistant at Bayville High. It's a good way to get extra credits, and it's easy enough. The job basically includes making copies for teachers, putting things in mailboxes and giving tours of the building to new students. I'm usually very willing to do my job (I really need that extra credit) but I wasn't in a great mood after my little talk with Hannah. I'd only been able to scarf an apple down in the lunchroom, because the powers that be had decided to cut ten minutes of our lunchtime for an extended senior related arts period.
Our guidance consular, Miss Sulez, gave me a pinched faced look as I entered her office with a scowl. Immediately I thought of my C in French and put on a nice bright smile, but I was still wondering why they couldn't have called someone else down to work. As soon as my frown disappeared Miss Sulez smiled and gestured for me to sit down in front of her desk.
"Amorise, thanks for coming. You're the only assistant with a free this period." She handed me a note written on half a sheet of paper. "We have a new student- he's with Principal Kelly right now- I need you to show him around. His classes and everything I mean."
'Miss Sulez is not the most organized person' I reminded myself I tried to read the kids schedule, which was scrawled all over the page. "Do you have this on the computer?" I asked.
She took the note back from me. "Oh, this is for something else… here."
The printed sheet she gave me was much easier to read then what ever the other thing was. I looked on the top for the kids' name.
"Remy LeBeau, he's a senior." His schedule was almost identical to mine. I murmured to myself I read down the sheet.
The door to the small office opened and Principal Kelly walked in accompanied with whom I assumed was Remy. Assumed? Scratch that…the word is hoped, prayed even. The guy was drop dead gorgeous.
"This is Remy LeBeau, Miss Kyle." Said Principal Kelly.
'There is a god!' I thought to myself. 'Thank you, thank you!' "Hi I'm Amori." I held out my hand. "Welcome to Bayville." Ok, that was so corny, but I was quite tongue tied at the moment. All I could think of was that perfectly formed mouth.
"Amorise, you should use this period to show him his classes." Said Ms. Sulez.
"Sure." I turned to Remy. "Follow me."
Principal Kelly and Miss. Sulez eyed us carefully as we walked out. Miss. Sulez had a 'If she's trying to hide a crush it's just not working' look on her face, while Principal Kelly was just staring hard. Glaring might have even been the word. It was a hard stare I could feel boring into my shoulder blades. I walked quickly, leading Remy out of the office vicinity. Once we got around the cafeteria I stopped casting a look both over my shoulder and at Remy. It was amazing how those black jeans looked painted on.
"So where're you from?" I asked.
"New Orleans; around 'dere." He said. That accent was a definite plus. "I'm stayin' at Xavier's School."
I swung around. "Oh you are. My sister and I just got there a few days ago. Have you met all the others?"
"Most," He grinned lopsidedly, changing the subject. "'Dat Principal. He always be lookin' at 'is students like 'dat?"
"Luckily I don't spend enough time with him to know." I shrugged and picked up the pace down the hall. "There's your first period class."
The rest of the tour consisted of long flights of stairs and mild small talk. He told me a little about himself but not too much. I got the impression though, that a lot of his life hadn't been too great. I found myself telling him a lot about the past few days and what had happened to my sister and me. There was something about him that just made me want to talk. I was also feeling somewhat happier than I had been earlier.
The hour went quickly and the bell for eighth period rang through the halls startling the both of us. Remy's schedule said art same as mine so we walked to the class together. The good feelings I had shed off like a winter coat when I entered the art room. Art was yet another class I was just about failing. I sat down at my usual table with Jean Grey. The teacher, Ms. Jameson, passed by as Remy sat down next to me. She marked his name in her attendance book and gave him a heap of clay like she gave the rest of us.
"Torture." I muttered looking at my deformed sculpture sometime later. "It's some new form of torture for those of us who can't paint, draw, and sculpt. This is so boring."
Jean sighed, poking her clay soccer player whose arm had just fallen off. "At least yours in intact."
I turned to Remy who hadn't made anything with his clay. Instead he'd rolled it into several tiny balls.
"Who's 'dat?" He asked Jean and I; He was pointing to Hannah.
I gave a snort. "My former step-sister. Why?"
Remy toyed with one of the clay balls in his hand. A few seconds later I noticed a faint glow around it. Using his thumb, he flicked it over to Hannah's table. They didn't notice as it landed in the block of clay in the middle of the table.
"What was that?" I whispered.
"That was not a good idea." Answered Jean. "Get ready for some screams."
As soon as she said that there was a small boom and all the girls at Hannah's table screamed. There was clay all over them. In their hair and on their clothes. I looked at Remy who simply grinned, ducked his head, and mashed all of his clay balls back into one big lump.
"Nice." I said, raising my eyebrows. "Very nice." Jean glared and rolled her eyes at the both of us, muttering something about us being the death of her. I always tell her she needs to lighten up.
I decided, after art, that not only was Remy cute, he was also pretty cool. Remy walked with me out of art class to the front doors of Bayville. I was heading over to Scott's car as I usually did, but I heard Remy's voice call me back.
"Chère, you want a ride?"
I turned back, intrigued. "You got wheels?"
"Two."
"Motorcycle? Cool." I followed him over to the parking lot, where I spotted a sleek, black Harley. Remy was already swinging his legs over the bike when I reached it.
"Remy ain't have a spare helmet," He said as he tossed me one. "But he don't need one. Climb on 'de back and hold on t' my waist. Tight."
I followed his instructions and soon we were zooming out of the lot. The stunned look on Scott's face when he saw me on the bike was priceless. I don't think I'll ever forget it.
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