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"Come on, Rogue!" yelled Scott from the front seat of his sports car. He honked the horn for the third time.
"Where is she?" he asked, turning around to look at Evan and Kurt who were sitting in the back seat.
"Relax, man! She's gotta be Jean for the day, remember? Cut her some slack! We've got enough time." Evan was having a hard time sitting still. His newly acquired tail was giving him a hard time.
"Yeah and where's JEAN? Shouldn't she be coming too?" Kurt's question was instantly answered as a very angry-looking Goth stormed out of the Institute. She stomped over to the car and made as if to get in her usual spot in the front.
"Hold on. The Prof told us to make everything as normal as possible. Rogue would NEVER sit in the front seat instead of Jean.." Kurt's voice gleefully trailed off, as a now even MORE angry Goth sat in the back seat with them.
Scott gave Jean a sympathetic look, and then turned as Rogue came out of the mansion. His jaw dropped.
'Damn it! Why did ROGUE have to be JEAN?' He thought angrily. 'She looks SO HOT in that outfit! She's going to have to be in most of my classes today looking like that! And on top of that, I can't even TOUCH the real Jean, now that she's got Rogue's powers.' Scott began to curse silently to himself as Rogue got in the front seat, looking equally as angry as Jean.
"Let's go." She ordered, not making eye contact with anyone in the car, despite the snickering coming from the back seat as they drove away.
"So, you've got mah schedule and mah locker combination, which Ah'm gonna make ya FORGET aftahwards." Warned Jean as they approached the school. "An' remembah; yeh've got Spirit Squad at Lunch. Oh! An' soccer aftah school! Yeh cahn't be late; Ah've already missed a prah'tice this week."
"Fine, fine. Just try not to embarrass me today, okay? The last thing I need is to have my reputation ruined. Try not to speak up as much in class, and don't say hi to EVERYONE you see. Got it?" Rogue shot Jean a warning glance before they split up to start their day.
"I've got a test in fourth period, so try not to flunk it TOO bad. Auntie 'O' vill kill me if I fail another course." Evan quipped. He glanced longingly at the skateboard in Kurt's hands, but restrained himself from grabbing it.
'If I'm gonna play Kurt today, I gotta bail on the 'boarding. Kurt's a floater, not a skateboard.'
"And you can skip sixth if you vant. No one goes to zat class anyvays." Kurt looked strangely at Evan. He had never skipped a class before, and he didn't think he wanted to start now.
"Well, just try not to mess up too bad in my classes, dude. Take a seat in the back and try to blend in. Play it safe; remember." Kurt was on the brink of a freak out. He could just picture Evan giving one of his skater buddies a high five and, in the process, letting them feel his three furry fingers.
"Relax. Vhat could possibly go vrong?"
Okay, kinda short, but I've been very busy lately, so this is all I could get out. PLEASE BE KIND AND REVIEW. THE MORE REVIEWS I GET, THE FASTER I GET UP CHAPTERS!!! ;)
November 5, 2002
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO ONE OF MY GREATEST FANS, digifreaks ! THANKS FOR ALL OF YOUR REVIEWS!
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men in any way, shape or form!
"Come on, Rogue!" yelled Scott from the front seat of his sports car. He honked the horn for the third time.
"Where is she?" he asked, turning around to look at Evan and Kurt who were sitting in the back seat.
"Relax, man! She's gotta be Jean for the day, remember? Cut her some slack! We've got enough time." Evan was having a hard time sitting still. His newly acquired tail was giving him a hard time.
"Yeah and where's JEAN? Shouldn't she be coming too?" Kurt's question was instantly answered as a very angry-looking Goth stormed out of the Institute. She stomped over to the car and made as if to get in her usual spot in the front.
"Hold on. The Prof told us to make everything as normal as possible. Rogue would NEVER sit in the front seat instead of Jean.." Kurt's voice gleefully trailed off, as a now even MORE angry Goth sat in the back seat with them.
Scott gave Jean a sympathetic look, and then turned as Rogue came out of the mansion. His jaw dropped.
'Damn it! Why did ROGUE have to be JEAN?' He thought angrily. 'She looks SO HOT in that outfit! She's going to have to be in most of my classes today looking like that! And on top of that, I can't even TOUCH the real Jean, now that she's got Rogue's powers.' Scott began to curse silently to himself as Rogue got in the front seat, looking equally as angry as Jean.
"Let's go." She ordered, not making eye contact with anyone in the car, despite the snickering coming from the back seat as they drove away.
"So, you've got mah schedule and mah locker combination, which Ah'm gonna make ya FORGET aftahwards." Warned Jean as they approached the school. "An' remembah; yeh've got Spirit Squad at Lunch. Oh! An' soccer aftah school! Yeh cahn't be late; Ah've already missed a prah'tice this week."
"Fine, fine. Just try not to embarrass me today, okay? The last thing I need is to have my reputation ruined. Try not to speak up as much in class, and don't say hi to EVERYONE you see. Got it?" Rogue shot Jean a warning glance before they split up to start their day.
"I've got a test in fourth period, so try not to flunk it TOO bad. Auntie 'O' vill kill me if I fail another course." Evan quipped. He glanced longingly at the skateboard in Kurt's hands, but restrained himself from grabbing it.
'If I'm gonna play Kurt today, I gotta bail on the 'boarding. Kurt's a floater, not a skateboard.'
"And you can skip sixth if you vant. No one goes to zat class anyvays." Kurt looked strangely at Evan. He had never skipped a class before, and he didn't think he wanted to start now.
"Well, just try not to mess up too bad in my classes, dude. Take a seat in the back and try to blend in. Play it safe; remember." Kurt was on the brink of a freak out. He could just picture Evan giving one of his skater buddies a high five and, in the process, letting them feel his three furry fingers.
"Relax. Vhat could possibly go vrong?"
Okay, kinda short, but I've been very busy lately, so this is all I could get out. PLEASE BE KIND AND REVIEW. THE MORE REVIEWS I GET, THE FASTER I GET UP CHAPTERS!!! ;)
November 5, 2002