Implied

Author's Note: lol! Thanks for the bets and for the reviews! FF.net has a few problems and I'm not getting most of my reviews through my e-mail… v_v anyway, hope you guys enjoy this next fic!

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"No way!"

Like always, Kitty jabbered on the phone as Rogue tried in vain to finish her Algebra homework. A small knock gave her a short break from Kitty's ' Like, yeah's' and ' No way's'.

" Scott?"

Rogue went outside to prevent Kitty from getting too nosey and shut the door behind her. " What's wrong?" she asked as she leaned on the door.

Scott motioned to the bundle in his arms and grinned. " Algebra and English Lit. You said 4, right?"

Rogue smacked her forehead and nodded. " Sorry about that, Ah knew Ah forgot somethin'," she said sheepishly. " Ah'll get mah stuff."

Scott looked at her with a confused expression clear on his face.

" Kitty's on th' phone," she explained and slipped inside her room. A few minutes later, Rogue was out with four binders under her arms.

" You have that much homework?" Scott asked unbelievingly.

Rogue laughed and shook her head. " Nah, Remy's gonna swing by latah aftah yo' done ta tutor me."

Scott clenched his jaw and tried his best not to let it show. Rogue grinned and walked towards the living room.

Since it was a school day, not many people hung out in the living room. There wasn't much to do there, so most of the kids would spend their time in the recreation room.

" So, what number are you on?" Scott asked as he opened his books. He had finished all of his homework in school and was just passing the time away.

Rogue shrugged and showed Scott her notebook. He wasn't surprised to find a neat, half-done page.

" That's great! Are you having any trouble at all?" he asked, checking if he answers were correct. Surprisingly enough, they were. " Okay… why do you need a tutor if you seem to know all this stuff?"

Rogue shrugged and balanced her pencil on her ungloved index finger. Now that she had full control of her powers, she felt more comfortable without her gloves. She was thankful that her gloves were off on a hot day like today.

" Well… its not that Ah don't know all this… Ah could get A's and A+'s lahke I used ta back in Cadelcott, but Ah just don't see th' point," she mumbled.

Scott closed his books and slid down on the floor to sit beside her. " What do you mean?" he asked.

" Do ya think that mutants will evah get decent jobs? Even if we do get inta Universities an' Colleges, do ya think any non- mutants would accept us?" she whispered softly.

Scott felt bad for bringing up an obviously hard subject. He placed his arm around the girl and pulled her in for a comforting hug.

" Everything will get better, don't worry…" he whispered in her ear. " They'll accept us sooner or later."

Rogue smiled and chuckled. " Yah, hopefully sooner than latah,"

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Jean was just going to get a drink of water when she found Rogue and Scott in a hug. ' Oh, look at that!' she thought. She memorized the scene and telepathically sent it to every mutant that was betting.

' I guess I'm ahead!' she thought, silently tip-toeing towards the kitchen.

* Jean*

Jean froze as she poured her juice in her glass.

* Place me in $160 for Remy*

Jean was shocked to hear the Professor betting on who might end up with Rogue. ' Should I be switching places?' she thought. Suddenly, her feet felt wet.

" Oh no!" she cried as she used her telekinesis to clean up the now wet kitchen floor. ' I just hope no one runs in here before I'm done'

Suddenly, Bobby came running in screaming, much to Jean's surprise, like a girl. " NO! Get Jubilee away from me! She's going to burn my teletubby underwear!"

Jean grimaced as he slipped on the remaining juice on the floor and skidding towards the sliding doors. She heard a sickening thud as he hit the glass flat on his face, then the floor as he fell on his back.

Jubilee smiled triumphantly and created one of her fireworks. " Ha! Bye bye, La-la!"

Jean shook her head and walked away with her full glass of orange juice, forgetting the huge wet spot on the floor as well as the bruised…

BOOM

…now fried Iceman.

' Only in the institute does this happen' she thought, drinking her juice. ' I wonder if the Brotherhood are more sane than we are?'

Thinking for a bit, she shook her head. ' Probably not.'

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Author's Note: Hahah! Bobby! Floor! It seems like his just punishment. Afterall, wet spot or not, if you're a boy made of ice, y'shouldn't be running on tiles OR linolium!

By the way… I'm keeping the TRUE pairing to myself. So those of you who are betting… ^-^ prepare to have someone come by your door once the fic is through!