In the Rain by Yui
Author's Note: I'm so happy so many people like this story! ^___^ Don't worry, guys. There will be loads of Romyness in the next chapters! Be warned: there is a lot of cussing in the chapter. John has a potty mouth! ^__^ Sorry I was so slow to update. I had writer's block and I got two shots that made my arms very sore. **cries**
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men or Gambit or any of the tidbits of poems I use in this part! **sob** Don't sue me, please!
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Chapter 6
A Meeting of Misbehavior
As Ororo calmly walked about the laden table in the dining hall to her seat, she noticed that a certain girl was missing again in the horde of hungry teenagers. She looked around the table and then around the dinning hall to see if her eyes had missed her. Nope. She was definitely not there that morning.
"Kitty?" she asked over the chatter. "Is Rogue not going to school today?"
Kitty stopped eating her toast and looked over at Ororo with her blue eyes wide. "Huh? Did you, like, say you wouldn't like some eggs today?"
Ororo shook her head. "No. Where is Rogue?"
"Rogue?" Confused, Kitty, too, looked around the table quickly before answering, "Oh, she must still, like, be up in our room."
"Is she going to school?"
"As if she'd really, like, miss today," Kitty giggled and stood up. "I'll go up and get her, Ororo. She's just totally running late today."
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Standing in her thoroughly disheveled closet, Rogue was frustrated enough to yank out her hair while screaming, to vent her mounting rage.
"Damn it!" Rogue growled low in the throat. She angrily hurled a couple of nameless articles of clothing over her shoulders and into her bedroom. "Where the hell is it?"
Why in the world couldn't she find that damned skirt? It hadn't been long since she'd last worn the thing and it didn't just sprout wings and fly away. It was there somewhere in her closet. Knowing that her time was slipping quickly away, Rogue rampaged through her walk-in, hoping to catch a glimpse of the damned it.
She really hoped that she'd find it soon. Every minute or so, an image of Gambit popped into her brain, and her nerves caught fire. She didn't know why but she'd wanted to look nice for him today. Which was pretty weird since, Rogue never dressed to impress anyone let alone a boy. Sighing like a little girlie moron, Rogue thought Gambit wasn't just any boy. He was different.
"Damn, I'm acting all lovey dovey and I don't even know the guy very much," she murmured with a frown. "God, I'm pathetic!"
"Rogue, like, what are you doing?" Kitty's high-pitched voice came from the other room, startling Rogue out of her irate bombast. "The others are already eating - Hey! Watch it!" With her tousled hair hanging in her eyes, Rogue jerked her head around and saw that her black sweater had landed on her disgruntled roommate's head. If she wasn't that irritated, she would have laughed that the image.
"Sorry about that, Kitty," she apologized though she was too distracted to sound sincere. "I was just looking for something to wear."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Still?"
"Just get in here and help me, girl! Have you seen my black skirt?"
"Which one?" the girl answer, removing the sweater and tossing it to Rogue's unmade bed.
"The short one."
An impish sparkle of mischief lit up Kitty's heart-shaped face as one delicate eyebrow was raised and she quickly hurried over to Rogue's closet, hardly containing her eagerness. "Oh, that one."
Rogue frowned at the girl. "What about that one, Kitty?"
"Is it the same one as that infamous little black number that almost gave Mr. Logan a heart attack?" Kitty asked shrewdly.
"He didn't have a heart attack," Rogue told her, shooting lethal daggers in Kitty's direction. "He was just a little…"
"Stunned that his little girl could look like a ho?"
"Hey! I like that skirt and I didn't look like a ho in it!" she disagree, indignant.
"Whatever! It's, like, a total mini-skirt if I ever saw one."
"It's not that short anymore," Rogue pointed out. "Storm took the hem out of it anyway like a good mommy should."
"Yeah, and you wanna show some skin for Gambit, right?"
Rogue eyes grew round for a bit and she looked away, a blush staining her milky cheeks. "No, I don't! I just want to wear my skirt. Is that so wrong? Have you seen it around anywhere?"
"You are such a bad liar!" Kitty laughed and moved into the closet beside Rogue and grabbed the small leather skirt herself. "Here." She shoved it into Rogue's hand along with a tight black shirt. "Wear this with it!"
"I can dress myself, Kitty," Rogue grumbled to the girl but walked out of the closet with the predestined clothes in her hands anyway.
"Whatever. You, like, totally want to look nice for him."
Rogue stuck out her tongue. "So what if I do?" Throwing off her black shorts and top, she quickly dressed in the dark skirt and shirt. She spun around to show Kitty and nervously asked, "Do I look all right?"
"You look great! Come here and let me brush you hair."
Rogue did so and when she looked in the mirror when Kitty was done, she gaped at her reflection. Kitty didn't leave her thick hair hanging down about her shoulders but had secured most of it with a clip in the back. Only her white bangs hung freely around her pale face. It looked very elegant. "Wow, Kitty. It looks awesome!"
"Here," the girl wrapped a long gauzy purple scarf around Rogue's neck. Stepping back to view the installment, she gave a nod and smile. "You look totally great!"
Rogue blushed and quickly applied her dark lipstick and eyeliner. After that, she pulled on a pair of dark tights, her gloves, and a pair of black, high-heeled boots. Since her other pair had melted due to an unfortunate accident, Rogue had to borrow a pair from Kitty that she seldom wore.
"Do I look okay?" Rogue asked when she was done.
Kitty frowned as she looked her roommate over. "You look like your going to a Halloween party," she decided. "It's, like, too much black even for you. Take the shirt off."
"Kitty, were running out of time!" Rogue put up a good fight but still complied.
"It will only take a second!" Kitty replied, jumping into the closet. When she reemerged, she held a dark purple shirt in her hands that had long, almost see-through sleeves. She tossed it over to Rogue. "Put this one on instead."
Sighing, Rogue quickly pulled the shirt over her head and yanked it into place. She looked to see if she missed up her hair and adjusted her scarf in the mirror. "How's this?"
"Gambit's going to be, like, a puddle of hormones when he sees you!" Kitty told her with a firm nod.
Rogue smiled at her roommate and grabbed her book bag, refilling it with her homework and her books. "All right. The job's done," she said. "Let's go down for breakfast."
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"Wow, Rogue, you look hot!" Kurt exclaimed. Rouge hardly heard him over the catcalls provided by the other males at the table when she walked though the door of the dinning hall with Kitty. Rogue blushed at all the attention she received, feeling her nerves explode in her stomach, but Kitty just fumed.
"Oh, you look good too, Kitty-cat," he quickly added with a nervous laugh.
"Gee, like, thanks, Kurt," the younger girl replied, dropping down into her seat.
Rogue sat down next to her, ignoring the gawking young boys, and began to quickly eat her breakfast of toast and eggs, hoping that she'd get nothing on her clothes.
"Rouge, are you sure you're dressed appropriate for school?" Scott's voice called from across the table. Instantly the chatter of the students lowered, hopping to catch a little morning confrontation between the two mutants.
Rogue's deep scowl was menacing. "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing," she told him. "I never say you look like a dumbass in your khakis and pullovers do I? So I'd appreciate if you just back off."
If Rogue could see his eyes, she knew that Scott would be glaring daggers at her right now. A soft murmur of giggles swept over the table but a sharp look from Scott sent the younger mutants' amusement away.
"All right," Ororo suddenly said from the end of the table. "That's enough, children. We have a bigger issue that I must tell you about." Curious eyes shot towards the stately black woman. "Today, Bayville High will have three new students. However, they are mutants like us and make a group called the Acolytes that Magneto formed himself. Rogue, Kitty, and Kurt, have all encountered one during the course of the week and no conflict emerged. So, children, I will warn you to be cordial to the three students but be cautious. Do not be hostile and pick a fight."
An unenthusiastic grumble of 'yes, ma'am,' echoed about the dinning hall and slowly the first of the mutants departed on their way to school, their bright moods somewhat damped by the news. Rouge followed Kitty to the garage. They would be getting a ride from Jean today.
"Man, car pooling is so lame!" Rogue groaned as she climbed into the car. I think I might die of embarrassment if Gambit saw me, she thought with a frown.
"Totally! I can't wait until I get a car of my own," Kitty replied, sitting down next to Rogue. "It would be totally cool!"
A younger girl, who was sitting up in the front seat, looked back at the two girls. She looked a little nervous. "Hey, guys?"
"Yeah, Amara?" Kitty asked.
"Um…I'm kinda scared going to school today," she admitted timidly. "With the Acolytes there and all. Kurt told me last night that they we a bunch a bullies that liked to pick on younger girls."
Rogue frowned. "Don't listen to that crazy elf, Amara. He was just pulling your leg."
"Yeah. Totally!"
"Really? Are you sure? If they were picked by Magneto they must be really powerful."
"Don't worry about a thing," Rogue told the younger girl. "Since you're a freshman, I don't think that you will run into them much at school. If you do, just act like Ororo told us too, all right?"
Amara nodded, looking a little better, and sat back down. "Thanks, Rogue."
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Gambit frowned as he looked down at the comatose figure of John in his bed. He had been trying to wake his friend up for the last half an hour but he slept like the dead! Nothing could get him up even when Piotr started to jump on the bed. Already it was 7:30 and school started at 8:00. He wasn't looking forward to classes but if he got there early, he might get a chance to see Rogue. But that chance was slowly slipping away as John continued to sleep.
"Is he still asleep?" Piotr asked quietly from the doorway.
"Yup."
"Okay." Walking into the messy bedroom, Piotr held a bucket of water in his hands. He moved to the bedside and lifted the bucket up. Chuckling, Gambit moved out of the way. There was no way in hell that he'd allow himself to get wet and be forced to change out of him leather pants. ^_~
"All right, mon ami," he whispered. "One, two, three…"
Piotr quickly dumped the freezing water onto John and took and large step back as an enraged yelp filled the air.
"Holy fucking shit, man!" John cursed as she jumped out of his soaked bed, his hair clinging wetly in his face. "Why the hell did you do that for?!"
Gambit laughed, "Because nothing else seemed to work! Come on, Piotr, let's head down stairs and give John some time to get ready." He headed toward the door and called out over his shoulder, "John, you're leaving with Piotr and his heading out in fifteen minutes!"
Gambit heard more angry curses from John as he exited the room with Piotr and smiled. He could definitely get use to the early morning wake up call for John. Down in the front foyer, he turned to Piotr and said, "Gambit is leaving. You know how is get to school from here?"
Piotr nodded.
"If John doesn't come down in five minutes you can just leave him."
"Why in the world would you want to leave me?" John asked and he hurried down the stairs.
"That was ungodly quick," Gambit muttered as he looked up, seeing John decked out in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt along with a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses.
John snickered. "Yeah, it's because I ain't got anyone I need to impress unlike you, pretty boy."
"Gambit doesn't need to impress," he said, grinning. "It just happens. Its called charm."
"Whatever, mate. From where I come it's called swindling," John replied. He turned and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. "Damn, I need some fucking coffee. Do we have any Piotr?"
"I made a pot for you."
"Awesome. Thanks, mate. I'd watch my back if I were you Gambit! I know you were the one how ordered my little shower."
"Just get some breakfast or you will make Piotr late," Gambit called out before turning and heading towards the front door. "Gambit'll see you guys at school."
"All right," Piotr replied. "Drive safe."
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Gambit quickly pulled into the crowded parking lot of the school and turned off the loud machine. Sighing as if to prepare himself for the humiliating day, he moved off his bike and noticed out of the corner of his eye that a group of blushing girls were giggling and pointing in his direction. Gambit smirked and quickly turned on the image projector at his wrist that would make his demon eyes looked human.
"Um…hi. My name is Michelle Hamilton," a tall, blond haired girl stepped in his way as he walked passed the group towards the school. She looked downright ditzy with her sleazy hot pink summer dress with the equally gaudy turquoise sweater she wore. Her long hair was almost platinum and her lips the color of blood.
Gambit immediately didn't like the pretentious girl but revealed a smile automatically and replied, "The name is Lebeau. Remy Lebeau."
He would have seen her blush if it hadn't been for the inch thick make-up on her face. "Oh, wow!" she replied, flashing her perfect white teeth as she smiled. "You're French? I've never met a French man before! Awesome!"
"To be precise, mademoiselle, Remy is an Acadian from Now Orleans."
A blank look passed through her pretty face that didn't surprise him much. "Huh? Is that the same thing?"
Gambit shook his head, more than a little insulted, and stepped passed her.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
He felt something latch unto his arm. Forcing away the urge to shake it off, Gambit looked down and saw the girl holding his arm. He held onto his patience. "Oui?"
"Oh…um…I was wondering if you could give me a ride on your bike later today?" the girl asked, baiting her long eyelashes. "I'd really like to ride it."
"Sorry but that seat is already taken."
The girl frowned. "Really? By who?"
Gambit smiled and asked, "Do you know a lovely little Goth by the name of Rouge, perhaps?"
The blond chick gasped and quickly let go of his arm as if he had a contagious disease. "Skunk-head?!" she asked, her pretty face twisted in snooty repugnance. "She's a total weirdo and a basket case! Why are you hanging around the likes of her? She's one of the mutants, you know."
Gambit's charming smile turning into a dangerous smirk. Without speaking, he withdrew a card from the pocket of his trench coat and held it up to her curious face between two of his fingers. He charged it effortlessly. The intense yellow current made the girl gasp in wonder, the light reflecting off her wide blue eyes.
"Oh…wow! That's some trick!" she squealed with delight. "It's beautiful."
Gambit held it out for her to take. "It's yours, petite. Take it."
The brainless girl reached out and grabbed it.
"Au revior," he murmured and quickly hurried away. Ten steps later, he heard a loud BOOM and the high-pitched screaming of the group of girls. Gambit shook his head, laughing as he walked towards the school building. He paused to catch any signs of Piotr or John. There weren't any so he gave up. If they were late, they were late.
Once inside the school, he found his locker and pulled out the sheet of paper that had his schedule and locker combination on it. He fiddled momentarily with the lock, noticed that it was inoperable, and opted to blow it up instead. The girl whose locker was next to his shot him a nasty frown.
Gambit shrugged and said, "Firecracker."
She slammed her locker shut and walked away.
As he watched her leave, a threatening voice of a male spoke up behind him, "You might want to keep that power of yours under wraps in school."
Gambit looked over his shoulder and who was talking to him. "Firecracker," he repeated again to Scott Summers and opened up his abused locker, inspecting the damage.
"Whatever."
"You're an X-man," Gambit replied, still looking at his locker. "Were be Rouge?"
"Like I'd tell you." With that, Scott turned and walked away.
"Fucking prick," he muttered under his breath. He slammed his locker close and thought to look for the girl when the bell ran overhead. "Damn it!" Frowning, he headed for his first class.
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Kitty yawned in sluggish boredom as she gazed, glassy-eyed, out the window from her seat in class. Science was so boring in the morning. Whoever thought that kids could learn about the Astrophysics at 8:00 am had been absolutely mad. In her own little world, Kitty barely heard the chatter of the students as the teacher called roll at the front of the class.
"Abler, Samantha?"
"Here."
"Addison, Nick?"
"Here."
"Allerdyce, John?"
"…."
Annoyed at the silence that answered, the teacher peered at the class over the rim of her thick black glasses. "John Allerdyce?"
The students looked at each other in question. Then door to the classroom quickly swung open and a disheveled boy stumbled into the room, almost tripping over his long legs to get inside. "Hell, I thought I was going to be late!"
Frowning, the teacher, Mrs. Marion, looked over at her new student. "Should I presume that you are John Allerdyce?"
He immediately straightened up and flashed a quirky smirk. "Yes, if I presume that you are the teacher."
Kitty quickly looked to the door, her eyes wide. So, he was one of the Acolytes. Funny, he didn't look like one though.
Mrs. Marion gave a cool, emotionless smile. "Please take a seat next to Ms. Pryde by the window," Mrs. Marion told him.
"Sure."
"All right. Bunt, James?"
"Here!"
"Goodison, Lisa?"
"Here."
Kitty snapped her head forward, not wanting to catch his eye. Out of the corner of her eye, however, Kitty saw John took his seat and sank down into the desk like a bag of potatoes. He dropped his head down and used his arms for the pillow as if he were ready to go back to sleep.
"I wouldn't fall asleep if I were, like, you," Kitty whispered quietly to him.
"If I were you I'd fling myself out the window," John replied without much enthusiasm in his accented voice. "But since I am me and you are you and hogging up the window for yourself, I can't do much. So falling sleep is my best option." (Author's Note: I love that line!)
Kitty smiled in spite of herself.
"Pryde, Kitty?"
Kitty looked up, startled, and called out, "Oh, here!"
Instantly John's head snapped up and he looked over at her. "Kitty? Kitty Pryde?"
"Umm…yea?" she replied, blushing as people shot them a curious glance.
"Holy shit!"
"Mr. Allerdyce, please refrain from cussing in my class!" the teacher called from the front.
"You're Kitty?" John whispered under his breath as the teacher continued to call roll. "Oh man!" With that, he sought hibernation in his arms, leaving Kitty to stare at him.
What's his problem? She thought.
"All right, class. Welcome back to astrophysics. Today-"
"WHAT?!"
"Mr. Allerdyce…"
"Holy fucking crap! Astrophysics!? What the fuck is that?! I can barely tell you what this class is and I'm taking it? What the fuck am I doing here?!"
"Mr. Allerdyce, there must have been some mistake on your schedule," Mrs. Marion spoke over the unbridled laughter of her class. "Go to registration office and sort it out. Then go to the principle's office for your rowdy conduct. Swearing is strictly prohibited in the classroom, Mr. Allerdyce."
John quickly got up. "Thanks for telling me that beforehand, lady! If I'd 'ave known that this was fucking Astroturf I would have cussed up a damn storm when I got here. It would have saved me a shit load of trouble!"
"Mr. Allerdyce! Leave this classroom at once!"
"I'm going!"
When John was gone, Kitty grinned. What an animated character, she thought.
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As Jean anxiously waited for her first class to start, she watched the door to see the rest of the class arrive in a broken stream. Since most of the faces of the students were blank, she looked at what they were wearing to ease her boredom.
She was suddenly alert, however, when a new student appeared at the doorway of the classroom. He was big, but in a fat sort of way, but his face and eyes seemed unmistakably gentle. She had no idea who he was. Could he be one of the Acolytes? Was he the one that could change his skin into metal?
Jean secretly watched as the teacher, Mr. Raglans, made his way over to the boy and say, "Welcome to American Litterateur, Mr…"
"Piotr," he replied. His voice was remarkably soft for his size. "Piotr Rasputin."
The teacher smiled and nodded. "It's a pleasure to have you in class. I see you brought the book we have been reading. Very good. Why don't you take a seat next to our Jean Grey?"
"Yes, sir," she heard Piotr mutter under his breathe and watched as he quietly took the open seat in the front of the class, right next to her. She smiled over at him but he kept his eyes downcast. Jean wondered for a moment if he was shy.
"All right, class," the teacher addressed the class after the bell rang to begin class. "We have a new student today. He's name is Piotr Rasputin. Why don't you stand up and say a little something about yourself."
Piotr glanced up at the teacher. "I'd rather not, sir."
Quiet chuckles filled the air in the classroom and Jean held her breath. The usually egotistical teacher flushed and cleared his throat. "All right then. We have just finished reading our book of poems by various authors, Piotr. You have brought in the book, too. Have you read any so far?"
"Yes. I've read all of them," Piotr replied without blinking an eye.
"All 400 pages? But you just got the book yesterday," the teacher replied, a smile slithering across his face.
"I'm a quick reader, sir."
"Interesting. It took this class two weeks to read all the poems. Tell me, Mr. Rasputin, who said 'Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar - Requires sorest need'?"
"Emily Dickinson, sir," he replied without even baiting an eye.
"Good. All right. How about 'for the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee; and the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabel Lee'?"
"Edgar Alan Poe, sir."
Jean saw Mr. Raglans frown, becoming a little frustrated. " 'Wave of sorrow, do not drown me now: I see the island still ahead somehow'?"
"Langston Hughes, sir."
" 'We have lingered in the chambers of the sea by the sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown till human voices wake us and we drown'?"
"T.S. Eliot, sir."
" 'And since to look at many things in bloom fifty years are little room, about the woodlands I will go to see the cheery hung with snow?'"
"A. E. Housman, sir."
Mr. Raglans sniffed and cleared his throat. He then moved to his desk and started to write something down on the piece of paper. Jean stared in disbelief, thinking that Piotr was pretty bright. However, Piotr seemed unfazed at his show of knowledge. The rest of the students were unusually quiet. They had been held like a captive audience as the teacher had quizzed Piotr and they still were holding their breath.
Looking over, he caught her watching him and she leaned over to whisper, "Mr. Raglans is a major poetry buff. He thinks he knows everything about it."
"Here, Piotr," the teacher said, standing up and offering the paper. "Take this." Piotr got up. "I'm sending you to the principle for your rowdy behavior. You may leave and take your things with you."
Piotr looked indifferent as grabbed his book and the paper from the teacher and quietly walked out of the classroom. The entire class watched him leave.
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Rouge quickly tapped out a rhythm with her pencil on her desk. If that Michael guy didn't stop looking at her ass, she would jam the pencil right in his eyes as laugh as he bleed to death.
Rouge was in an irritated mood because all the guys in the school were either drooling over her new look or making some rude comment. Damn it all to hell, she wanted to look nice but the way the horny guys were acting made her want to wear a paper bag over her body for the rest of her life. Jerks. It didn't help either that she didn't see Gambit at all when she got to school.
Just as the second bell rang for the class to start the door slowly opened and Gambit strolled in, dressed in his leather pants, white shirt, and his brown trench coat. He caught Rogue's eyes immediately and Rouge smiled over at him, keeping her mouth firmly closed in case she started to drool. He winked back.
"And you must be Remy Lebeau," the teacher called out from the front of the class. "Welcome to French class. Please take you seat behind Rogue."
"Yes, ma'am," Gambit returned and sauntered over to the windows, taking his seat but not before checking Rogue out. He smirked and raised an eyebrow before sitting down behind her.
As the teacher rambled on ahead of them, Gambit leaned forward and whispered into Rogue's ear, "De fille is looking beautiful today."
Rogue blushed and said, "Don't think I'm doing this for you, hot shot."
"You aren't? And here Gambit was wearing his nice leather pants for you to see him walk around in."
Rogue started to laugh but covered it up with a cough when the teacher glared at her. "Great. The old hag caught me."
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. "You ain't the only one. She gave me a nasty look too, chère. She's pretty scary."
"Rouge and Remy, please stop talking and copy down what I have written on the chalkboard!"
"Yes, ma'am," Gambit murmured.
Rogue sighed and got out her notebook. But before she could write anything down, a folded piece of paper landed on top of her desk. Frowning, she quickly opened it up. It was a note from Gambit.
You want to take a ride on the motorbike later?
Rogue smiled and quickly replied. Yes. Folding it up, she slyly tossed it over her shoulder. Unfortunately, it must have gone to far because she heard Gambit topple out of his seat as he tried to catch it in the air. Rogue spun around in her desk to see he was all right and had to swallow down her laughter.
"Mr. Lebeau, just what do you think you are doing on the floor?" the teacher asked, annoyed and angry.
Gambit climbed to his feet, brushing off his trench coat and replied, "Um…pretending I don't exist?"
"Sit back down and take notes before I send you to the principle."
Chuckling softly to herself, Rogue wasn't surprised when another note landed on her desk.
That was fun. : ) Anyway what about that ride, chere?
Rogue smiled and rewrote her answer. This time she pretended to strentch and dropped the note behind her on Gambit's desk. Soon the note appeared again and Rogue opened it.
Gambit must say that Rogue does have a cute ass. He must, also, say that he is so glad to sit behind you ^_^
Rogue blushed and looked over her shoulder. Gambit, meanwhile, was pulling off a look of forged innocence and looking up at the ceiling. Turning around she quickly wrote out her message (stop looking and pay attention to class) and handed it back.
Gambit would rather pay attention to you any day, the note said when it was returned, making Rogue melt automatically.
"Remy and Rogue, I'm sending you to the principle's office," the teacher called out, all her patience gone for the two of them. "Maybe that will stop you're rowdy behavior in my classroom."
Gambit immedaitely stood up and Rogue followed, her belongings in her arms. Collecting their passes from the teacher, they hurried out of the classroom. When they got to the empty hallway they both started to laugh.
"You got me into trouble, Gambit!" Rogue pointed out.
"Gambit got you? Gambit didn't make you fall out of your seat, did he?"
Rouge doubled over with her laughter. "That was priceless!" when Gambit began to pout, she added, "I'm sorry that your such a klutz. I didn't mean to toss it…"
"Toss? You practically threw it, chere!" Gambit replied, smiling.
"I did not! Come on. Someone is bound to hear us," Rogue told him, straightening up and heading down the hallway. "The principle's office is this way."
Gambit quickly caught up with her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Startled, Rogue looked up at him. When he smiled down at her, she blushed and returned one of her own. When they got to the principle's office, she noticed two figures sitting in the chairs next to the door. They both were boys and one was almost sleeping and one was quietly reading from a book.
Jeez, she thought. Troublemakers start their day early.
"John, Piotr, what are you guys doing here?" Gambit asked him. He sounded genuinely surprised.
Rouge gasped. Where these guys the other two Acolytes?
The one that was sleeping, jerked awake and the one reading calmly looked up at Gambit. Then they looked at eacho ther before murmruring, "Rowdy behavior."
To be continued…. (oh the anxiety of the cliff hanger!)
Author's Note: ^____^ I loved writing this chapter! It made me laugh so much! I like John. He's a hoot. There wasn't much Rominess in this chapter. Sorry! But there will be more soon. **nods** Rogue starts taking lessons to control her powers **wink wink** Anyway, the school day continues in the next chapter! Thanks for reading!