Disclaimer- I got permission from Alana to use Damia in my story. I don't own Marvel Characters. I only own this story. And if you don't know by now, Monet, Nicole, and Claudette are characters from Gen-X.

Chapter 2- The twins' first day of school.

"Claudette St. Croix!" Nicole said as she shook her sister lying on the bed opposite of hers, "Get your behind out of that bed. It's time for school!!!" Claudette groaned, picking up pillow and putting it over top of her head, "You relish the fact that we have to go to school again." Nicole runs to the mirror and begins joyfully combing her hair, "Indeed I do." Claudette looks at her with disgust and throws the pillow at her; it hits her in the back of her head. Nicole laughs, Claudette gets up and gets dressed for school. Claudette and Nicole have similar fashion styles. But Claudette is sporty and flashy, and Nicole is flashy yet conservative. Both girls decided on tight, low-rise flares. Nicole's jeans were dark denim; her top was white with the word 'Gemini' in glitter across the front, and she carried around a dark denim mini backpack with different phases written all over it in white. Claudette' jeans were light colored; her top was a blue wife beater with the word 'Gemini' wrote in graffiti and wearing Air Force Ones.

As Claudette and Nicole were headed out the door, they were stopped by Pietro. "Do you ladies need a lift?" Nicole forced a slight smile and said coquetting, "We've been there before on foot. So, we're not getting in your 'pimp mobile' anytime soon." Claudette started giggling as she when out the door. "That chick's such a fuckin' tease." Pietro said as Lance came downstairs, "Ready, Lancie Pooh?" Lance looked at him annoyed and said calmly, "I thought I told you to stop calling me that." Lance shook his head and left him there to get in the car.

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"This fucking sucks." Claudette said as she slammed her new locker door shut, "We have only three classes together." "No, Claudie, We have only two classes together, and lunch." Nicole said, being the know-it-all that she loved to be.

"Well, whatever." Claudette replied still pissed, "But, Nic. Ever since we've lived in Algeria, we've had all our classes together. It's not fair. If your not there with me, I may do something crazy."

"You won't, because if you do, Daddy will sense us and our whole cover is exposed. He'll send someone to retrieve us. Besides this will a phenomenal learning experience for us."

"OK. Well I'm going to find Pietro, I'll see you in third."

Claudette turned around and saw Pietro, Lance, and John staying around a classroom, so ran to catch up with them. Lance saw Claudette running towards him, he looked over her to see Nicole closing her locker door, and heading towards her first class. So he ran to catch up with her, as he was going down the hall he passed Kitty standing against the wall talking to Rogue. "Whoa. Like what's he in such a hurry for?" Kitty said. She and Rogue look down the hall to see him caught up with Nicole. "Well, Well, Well…"Rogue smiled, "Looks like ya boyfriend, jus' found a new kitty cat to play with." Kitty looked at him, with a tense expression on her face.

"So…" Lance said, "What's your first class?" Nicole looked at him with that same serious look. "I'm going to Physics." She told him.
"That's where I'm going to." Lance told her, "Maybe I can help you out."

"I don't need your help." Nicole stated, face still emotionless, "But thanks for asking." She walked off, leaving him there.

He mumbled "Well excuse me, I was just trying to be nice" He scurried to catch up with her.

Nicole and Lance walked in to the Physics lab, one behind the other. Nicole and Lance went and sat on different sides of the room. Lance headed straight toward the back, where he usually sits a goes to sleep. Nicole was very excited to be in the class so she found a spot toward the front. She sat a table next to a girl with long, dark green hair, and pale colored skin. Nicole had never seen anyone like her; she was very intrigued by her look. "Hello." Nicole saluted. "Aspasmos"(Greetings) the girl responded.

"I was just pondering," Nicole asked, "Is that your natural hair color?"

The girl giggled, "Yes it is."

"I'm not trying to be rude or silly. It's just that your hair is very exotic. Very alluring."

"Why thank you."

"My name's Nicole." She reached out to shake her hand.

"Damia." The girl said, as she shook her hand. "You have an accent. I'm guessing your not from here either, are you?"

"You are right. I'm from Algeria."

"Really?."

"You have one too. You are from…?"

"Greece. I used to live on one of it's many islands."

"That's very interesting. I've always wanted to visit there."

Damia smiled, John approached the two girls, "G'day", he greeted.

He began whispering something in her ear and Damia started blushing, turning a bright red. She gave him a little kiss, and he went to the back of the classroom and sat with Lance.

"Let me guess. John's your boyfriend?" asked Nicole.

She smiled, "Yes. I'm crazy about him."

"Aw! That's so sweet."

Damia thought about it for a second, "How do you know him?"

"You could say we're neighbors."

Nicole looked up towards the door and saw a guy wearing dark red sunglasses talking to a red haired girl, who she assumed was his girlfriend. The guy came into the class looking as if the girl had just hurt his feelings. Nicole was a little concerned, she is the compassionate type, and she's usually the girl in school who cares about others when they're down, despite the fact that she's snotty. Not only that, Nicole seemed drawn to this boy, mainly because of his looks. Nicole was never looked at the physical appearance in a guy she was attracted to.

She turned around to see what was the matter; she thought she'd make him feel better by making a joke out of it. The problem was that Nicole never thought she was very funny. She asked Damia, "Who is that?"

Damia looked up to see who the girl was talking about, seeing it was Scott, she answered exasperated, "Oh. That's Scott Summers. He's a senior. If John hasn't told you yet, he's the guy who objected to us dating. He's not much of an open-minded person about that sort of think."

"Really?" Nicole replied, she started staring at the brown haired Adonis and started licking her lips, and then she said to herself "I think I can change that."

"What did you say?" Damia said, smiling about her statement.

Nicole was in a daze, day-dreaming about this boy. As soon as Damia spoke to her, she snapped out of it, "Huh? What? I didn't say anything."

Damia just giggled at her. Nicole had watched the boy sit at the table behind them. Scott saw Nicole as he walked by and sort of grinned, trying to hide his affliction from Jean. Nicole turned around to speak to Scott, wanting to find out what was bothering him.

"Having a problem with the misses?" Nicole asked, trying to be cynical.

Scott was looking out the window at the time, when the girl spoke to him, it was like he was coming out of a deep trance. He turned around to look at Nicole and he smirks, "Nah, She's not my girlfriend, and we were just discussing something."

"Really? It's looks to me like you were turned down by her."

"No, I wasn't. She's my friend, that's all."

"Ok."

"So you're new?"

"Yes, Nicole St. Croix, and you would be?"

"Scott Summers."

"Nice to meet you, Scott." She shook his hand, as he touched her hand, she started getting very nervous.

"Nice to meet you, Nicole." When Scott tried to pull his hand away, Nicole wouldn't let his hand go. He tried to pull his hand away without her noticing.

Nicole realized she was holding his hand captive, and let she let it go. "Sorry about that."

"It's ok. Nicole St. Croix...Where have I heard that name before? It sounds so familiar."

"Maybe I have one of those names." Nicole had no idea what she was saying at this point, she was not acting like herself at all, she completely infatuated by him. She was what Claudette called 'sprung' over him.

"Maybe. So what year are you?"

"Junior. I wanted to be a senior, but they told me that had been having problems with underclassmen being emotionally unstable to deal with be seniors or graduating early. So they put me in the junior class."

"Hmm. that's ok. You only have one year to go so your not that far behind."

"You're right."

Scott found himself enjoying talking to Nicole, she was very interesting to him. She seemed like a girl he could be with. She seemed a lot like Jean. This is what attracted her to him at first, but he sees that she has other interesting qualities. Scott and Nicole were having an interesting conversation, but where interrupted by the sound of the tardy bell, signaling that class was starting.

After class ended, Nicole had a new friend and a possible love interest. Nicole found out she had almost all her classes with Damia minus two, Nicole had home ec and AP Trig. Plus, she found out she had 3 more classes with Scott; PE, Trig, World History, and American Literature. She was very excited to tell her sister about her last class. She and Claudette had set a place to meet classes, and sure enough Claudette was sitting in the courtyard, looking depressed and bored by her first class. Although she did have a cute sophomore in her class, she think she heard the teacher call him Evan. She guessed he was on the basketball team, because he keep spinning the ball on his finger before class while he talked to other classmates. Claudette looked up from the ground to see her sister gleefully strolling across the courtyard with a grin on her face. "What the hell is up with you?" She asked.

"Nothing. I am perfectly fine."

"No you're not. Because you never smile unless... Oh my god! You met a guy?!!"

Nicole just stared at her sister blushing, how fast her sister adjusted to their new school astounded Claudette. It had only been fifty minutes and she's already found a potential suitor.

"Well I gotta bounce, I have to be in Chemistry in five minutes. We'll talk later." Claudette told her sister.

"Ok."

The two then went in opposite directions. But first Claudette had to stop by her locker. Claudette was rummaging through her locker, when a guy came up to her. A guy in red sunglasses. He approached Claudette and began talking to her.

"Whoa, looks like someone is a little indecisive today." He said as he stood beside her locker.

"Huh? Are you talking to me?" She asked confused by the boy's gestures.

"You are the only one here at the moment."

"Ok, then what are you talking about?"

"Your clothes. Are you spacing out or something? Or did you not just have on something else ten minutes ago?"

"No I didn't. Am I supposed to know you?"

"I would think so. We just met a few minutes ago."

"No we didn't."

"Are you ok? Did you forget about me that fast?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Um... We have first period together. Mr. Harkin? Advanced Physics?"

Before Claudette could answer she realized he must have been in Nicole's class. Just as she was going to clarify that she was not Nicole, Nicole came over to open her locker next to Claudette.

"Hey, you haven't gone to class yet." Nicole said to her sister without looking to see who her sister was talking to.

"Nicole?" Scott said looking at Claudette.

Claudette shook her head and pointed to her sister behind her, "No that's Nicole."

Nicole looked over at Scott, "Oh, Hi Scott. I see you've met my sister."

"I guess I have." He answered embarrassed and blushing.

Nicole smiled and decided to formally introduce the two, "Scott Summers, this is my twin sister Claudette. Claudette this is Scott Summers, he's in my Physics Class. He was very helpful to me."

The two shook hands, Claudette eyed her sister and muttered to her, "I bet he was. Well I gotta go, if I'm gonna make it on time. See you guys. Nic, you and I will definitely talk later."

"Bye" Nicole and Scott saluted together. Scott decided that he would walk Nicole to her class, since his was not far from his.

Not far behind the two, Lance watched that whole little scene between Claudette and Scott and he watched Scott and Nicole walk down the hall talking and enjoying each other's company. He didn't like how Nicole was getting close to Scott, especially since Lance had some problems with another X-geek. He didn't like it at all.

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Thump! Clunk! Those were the sounds of janitorial equipment falling over in the Janitor's closet. Pietro had convinced Claudette to come with him and cut fourth period. Actually it didn't take much convincing, Claudette was very much so attracted to Pietro, probably more than he was to her. The two locked themselves inside the closet and conveniently found themselves all over each other. Pietro and Claudette were aggressively fondling each other, knocking brooms and mops over, making things fall off the selves. Pietro caused Claudette to bang her head against one of the selves, but she really didn't seem to mind. Claudette had Pietro pinned to the closet floor, straddling him. The two were on the ground aggressively kissing each other. Nicole had begun kissing Pietro all over his neck, and she had done her infamous ear trick that she had gotten many second dates for. When she did it, Pietro was going crazy..

"You're really good at that." He told her, trying to hold back the squeals.

"I know."

"So how far are you willing to go right now?"

Claudette began pulling off his shirt. She then started digging in his pockets.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm looking for something. What does it look like I'm doing?"

"And this would be..."

She found what she was looking for; she pulled it out of his left pocket and showed it to him, "Protection."

He pulled her down in to him and began kissing her. Claudette couldn't believe herself. Not that she was getting her swerve on at school, but that she had gotten the guy in less than 24 hours. That's a record for her.

Pietro and Claudette walked in to their fifth period class together, playfully hitting and poking each other. Damia, Rogue, and Nicole were talking to each other, when Nicole noticed her sister acting up with Pietro. She pulled her sister to the back of the classroom with her.

"Claudette Michelle St. Croix. What do you think you are doing?" Nicole demanded.

"Nothing. I'm just having a little fun with my flame." Claudette stated.

Nicole started stiffing her sister top, "Claudette, I know you did not just..."

"And..."

"Claude, I can't believe you." Nicole exclaimed, "At school?! Besides that Claudette, you've only known this guy 18 hours."

"So? I'm trying to make the best of my time here. So don't criticize me for my actions. You need to be trying to enjoy yourself while we're hiding." Claudette tried to walk away, but Nicole grabbed her arm.

"That's the point Claudette. We're hiding, you were the one who wanted to run, not me. You made the decision, now we have to stick with it. And if you get pregnant, that's just gonna make us more likely for Daddy to discover us."

"Nicole, stop acting so stuck up and motherly. You are not Monet. So stop acting like her." Claudette pulled her arm away, and left Nicole standing there. Lost in her own thought. Nicole said to herself that she wasn't acting like Monet. Nicole looked over at her sister, Claudette was still playing with Pietro, and she had given him a peck right in front of her. "I am not Monet." Nicole said to herself, "I am not acting like Monet. I am not my sister!" A tear slowly fell down her cheek, she said to herself softly, "I just wish we knew where you were." Nicole wiped the tear away, and tried to forget about the images of her older sister in her head at the time, and walked to the back of the classroom to sit next to Damia.

"Are you ok?" Damia asked.

Nicole looked up and saw Scott enter the classroom, her face brightened up.

"Yeah. I think I'll be just fine."