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"So, like, what's your first class again?" Rogue asked Kitty. She may have been genuinely trying to sound like Kitty, but Kitty thought she was mocking her again, and just exploded.

"Stop talking like that! Just go ahead and talk like yourself. Tell people I felt like a change or something, because I don't want them all thinking I'm suddenly slow or something."

"Sorry," Rogue answered indignantly. "Ah was just tryin' to sound like you! Ya don' have ta yell at me. An' if that's the way you're goin' ta act, maybe Ah should jus' skip school today."

"No. Sorry," Kitty muttered. "I have French first. So just, like, try to talk with a French accent, and maybe no one will notice. Oh, and there's a test today, so-"

"Ah don' know any French though!" Rogue interjected.

"Oh, damn... Um, Jean is right next door, I think, in a more advanced French class. Just ask her mentally for the answers. She knows I always ace the French tests, so Ah'm sure she won't mind. Now, what class do you have first?"

"Ah have... wait a minute, ya jus' said 'Ah'm,' didn't you?" Rogue asked incredulously.

"No, I didn't! I didn't mean to! Ugh, it's just from, like, hanging around you too much, I bet."

"Whateve'. Ah have drama firs', so all ya have ta do is act. If ya act like yourself, people'll jus' think Ah'm actin' like you, so it'll be okay."

"Alright. The bells about to ring, so I'll, like, see you in the halls after class, okay?"

"Right."

Rogue walked off toward the foreign language hall. This was actually kind of fun.

"Hey, Kitty!" a voice called from behind her. It took her only a second to remember that she was Kitty, and she turned to find a boy she had never met before.

"Bonjoir!" he greeted. "I love your hair!"

"Uh, yeah, Bon jure, thanks," Rogue replied, trying to sound like she was good at this.

"I am ready for the test today, are you?" he asked, walking beside her the rest of the way to class. He slipped his arm around her just as Kurt had that morning, and Rogue couldn't help but grin happily.

"Of course Ah'm-" She stopped. Kitty may not want her to try it, but Rogue was convinced she could get the valley girl accent down. "I mean, like, of course I'm ready!" she squealed. He looked at her a little strangely, but seemed to buy it. Smiling happily on the inside, she took a seat in class next to the boy that head walked with her. Stealing a look at his binder, which he had already unpacked, she found his name to be Nate. Drawn by her stare at his stuff, he turned toward her.

"Um, Kitty? Why aren't you sitting in your seat?"

"But, I am, aren't I?" Rogue struggled to keep her southern accent at bay.

"Excuse me?" A girl with long blonde hair stood by Rogue, looking down at her disdainfully. "What do you think you are doing, Kitty?" The girl put emphasis on the last word, obviously making fun of Kitty's name.

Rogue glared up at her while answering. "Ah was sittin' here, if ya don' mind."

"Ew, why the heck are you talking like that?" The girl's tone changed from disdain to disgust. Rogue slapped herself mentally.

"Oh, I'm just, like, hanging around my roommate a little too much!" Rogue stood, hasty to remove herself from a situation where she may be found out. She hated having to back down, though, so she made one last comment before leaving.

"I don't think you can fit in that seat anyway."

The blonde had been sitting down, but she turned at this, snarling. "What's that supposed to mean, flapper Barbie?"

"Well, your ego is just, like, so big! You should really think about hitting the gym or something for that."

The girl glared, but she couldn't think of any comeback, so she just sat down. Rogue surveyed the room, looking for a seat that may be her own. There was only one seat left open, so it didn't take long to figure out which one it was. She sat down and, a second later, the final bell rang and class began. The teacher didn't even say anything before she started passing the tests out.

Rogue looked down at hers. And people could actually read this?

"Jean!" Rogue thought, reaching out with her mind. "Jean, can you hear me!"

"Yeah," Jean thought back. "You just totally distracted me when I was supposed to be answering a question!"

"Oh, sorry. Look, I'm in Kitty's French class, and I have no idea what any of this stuff means. I need your help!"

"Rogue, that's cheating."

"No, it's not. You know Kitty's a genius and she'd ace this thing anyway, so it's keeping our cover! If I fail this thing (which I will if you don't help me) the teacher will know Kitty wasn't the one taking it!"

"Ugh, fine. What's the first question?"

"I... Uh... I can't pronounce any of this stuff. Here." Rogue concentrated on the first question, picturing each word in her mind so Jean could see it. Then she showed Jean the answers.

"B." Jean said as soon as she finished.

Rogue went on to the next question.

"C."

They continued this way through the entire test: fifty questions. When Rogue finally finished and handed in the test, the class was almost over and the rest of the students had finished long ago.

"Quel est mauvais?" the teacher asked as Rogue turned in the paper.

"Oh, uh, um..." Rogue stammered. She turned her thoughts back to Jean. "Jean! Jean! Help me! The teacher just said... Um... 'Kell ay mo-vay?'"

"She want's know if you're alright," Jean answered.

"I'm fine!" Rogue stammered.

"Kitty," the teacher said, "you know we only French in the classroom. Now, quel est mauvais?"

"Ah..." Rogue could feel the sweat collecting on her forehead. "Uh... well..." Just then, the bell rang, and Rogue ran to her seat and grabbed her things. "Sorry, teach!" she said as she flew out the door. "I gotta go!"

Rogue hurried out of the classroom, trying to catch her breath. Her stomach felt like it was caught in her breath, she was so nervous. She just hoped that Kitty's drama class had been just as traumatizing.

She guessed not, though, as a grinning Kitty approached her.

"What're you so happy about!" Rogue snapped. "Ah jus' went through hell in your French class!"

"You passed the test, though, right?" Kitty asked, smile gone.

"Yeah."

"Good! Then I have some news that should cheer you up!" Kitty chirped while she and Rogue started walking toward their next classes.

"What?" Rogue asked, desperate for some good news.

"You're going steady with Jason."

"What?!!!!"

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Author's Note: Jason? Who's Jason? If you paid attention during Spykecam, you'd know!