Chapter 7. Waking isn't the hard part.

"It's about us."

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Rogue heard hushed voices all around her, she felt a small chill up her spine, wondering why her head was hurting like perdition, her neck in a rigid, very uncomfortable position. She felt like a thousand knifed were sticking out of her neck. Why was her room, so full of all students, so uncomfortable and different? Why did the room smell so foully?

Just then, as her eyes opened slowly for Rogue felt like they had been weighed down with a great deal of lead, she realised that this was not the mansion. Her faithful boyfriend, Bobby, was standing with a small smile playing on his face but concern visible in his blue eyes.

"Bobby, where am I?" Rogue asked Bobby after her thoughts had been gathered, the room was small and very similar to the one she saw that morning when she took Bobby to the nurse. After thinking a while, she realised, feeling quite stupid, that it was the same room; she was in the nurse quarters.

"You're in the nurses area, do you have a concussion?" Bobby asked gently, holding his gloved hand in her own, rubbing her fingers ever so tenderly

Shaking her head, Rogue asked with puzzlement, "No, I don't think so but why am I here?"

Bobby smiled, "We were in class and all of a sudden you past out! The nurse said that you had an extreme case of stress and your body couldn't take it anymore so you fainted."

Groggily, the female mutant sat up in her bed, rubbing her throbbing forehead to sooth all pain, "what time is it? What did I miss? If anything..."

"It's lunch time so you missed your sewing class..."

Rogue rolled her eyes at Bobby's use of old-terms, "it's textiles."

"Whatever it's called and you also missed social studies, which we listened to a long lecture and I decided to take notes so no biggie. That leaves us with double English. Logan's the teacher." Bobby said with both excitement and remorse evidently in his voice.

"Good, I really didn't want to miss out on English." Rogue laughed, "Just thinking of Logan teaching cracks me up."

Before Bobby had any chance to answer, another figure had entered the room, Rogue looked up and glowered at the bitchy Terry, who lifted her pure blemish free nose in the air.

"Bobby told me, Marie, the real reason." She smirked, crossing her arms against her chest with a look that said, 'I know something you don't know'.

Rogue's eyes widened. Why would Bobby tell her? Does he still like her? Rogue saw Mystiques eyes again. "Dam my jealously!" She said out loud.

"What?" Terry said, puzzled by Rogue's sudden outburst of whatever it was.

"Nothing," Rogue muttered.

"I won't tell anyone your secret, I mean come on! Its so embarrassing, always passing out and sleep walking, talking." Terry twirled her hair, "Lucky I'm not you!"

Rogue sighed of relief, looked over at Bobby who just shrugged his shoulders, dumbfounded.

"Bobby, I'm so sorry but can I please just have a word with Marie? Girl talk, you know." Terry giggled lightly in an airhead way, fluttering her eyelashes in an ever-so charming manner.

"Yeah sure. I'll bring us back some coke." Bobby turned around, opened the door and gently closed it. He was oblivious to the fact that Rogue detested and feared the teen, and Terry just plain hated Rogue.

Terry gave him a small smile and turned her head to Rogue. "Listen you little freak! I don't want you getting in my way so if you do, I will make sure that I will make you feel so much pain and with you were dead." Terry grinned, "Don't tell the professor about this it's between me and you ok?"

Rogue was breathing heavily, her eyes were getting a little blood shot and although she didn't want to seem weak, tears were slowly forming in her brown eyes. The events of the day had most definitely stirred her right up, she wasn't all to upset, just felt foreign in this strange place.

"OK!" Terry yelled.

Rogue nodded and with that Terry left the room; her body shaking with what Terry had just discussed with her. And the secrets that she knew.

At that time, Bobby had came back, juggling three coke bottles in his two hands, then rushing over the second he saw her shaking.

"Rogue, what happened? Are you feeling really drowsy again? Maybe I should call the nurse." He asked, concerned.

"I don't think you should trust Terry, there IS something about her and stay away." Rogue warned bluntly, her eyes staring sharp and seriously at her boyfriend.

"Look Rogue." Bobby said harshly, "Terry has been my friend since I was young and you don't have to be jealous, I know what this is about. She is only my friend."

Rogue grunted.

Cutting their heated conversation off, the kind nurse walked in with a great air of compassion to her. She had plump, rosy cheeks and small, beady eyes framed with light brown glasses.

"Marie, you are now ready to leave." The nursed smiled at her, "Your boyfriend wouldn't even let me touch you so we don't really know what happened."

They both took off and left the room in utter silence.

"Hey Bobby, your sp- sp- speech was really good!"

Bobby and Rogue were sorting out their books to take to Logan's first English class when Chris, the old book carrier of Bobby, came jumping around up to them, his body tall and lanky. Rogue thought of just shoving a hamburger down his throat, his body was thinner than her own.

"Oh, hey Chris." Bobby said, he closed his locker and started moving down the hallway, with Rogue trying to catch up with him. (She never was good at sorting out her books.)

"You said I could carry your books?" Chris enquired, holding out his hands in wanting to carry them.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you would just rather stand next to me instead of carrying English notes." Bobby laughed slightly at his friend's kind ways, but also felt some twinge of pity for the geek-like teen, how small he'd feel if he was carrying other's books.

"Thankyou Bobby," Chris let out a small smile, "or does everyone call you Ice-kid?"

"It's Iceman and call me Bobby only a few people call me Iceman for no real reason at all." Bobby quickly stated, the quicker he said it, the easier it would be to blatantly lie.

"I bet there is a reason and I bet it's because your a mutant don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you are." Chris frowned.

Bobby laughed, "Yeah a mutant, you have got one big imagination Chris."

"I'm not joking." Chris's eyes narrowed in and looked at him suspiciously, "I know that I am right."

"How did you know? I don't think I have big letters saying I am a mutant on my forehead." Bobby asked, his eyes darting around for any on-going listeners, thirsty for gossip.

"It's quite simple really. Whenever I stand near you, the temperature drops and increases when I step away," Chris commented, "Also you call yourself Iceman. That kind of got quite obvious."

"Alright kids, my name is Mr. Wolverine and I am your stand in English teacher while Mrs. Departiere is away." Logan said, "Today we will learn nothing and you can all eat dog crap if you want to but there is only one condition... I want a poem or mini story 20-300 words on a friend, enemy or just a student in the class. Or an issue irrelevant to these days an ages."

"When is it due Wolvie?" Bobby asked, leaning coolly back on his chair.

"IT'S MR. WOLVERINE, ICYPOLE!" Logan stood up in his seat but controlled his anger, "I think in three weeks time from yesterday, no later and you will present it to the class."

A lot of groaning and complaining erupted through the classroom. A more Gothic boy swore vigorously in the classroom, a girl with light mousy-brown hair grumbled to her gangly friend.

"Yeah, yeah I know you all don't want to but tough luck." Logan sneered at the good- in his opinion- response he got from the pupils, "Miss D'Ancanto can I have a word with you?"

All eyes focused on Rogue as she walked up the isle of cheap, plastic tables to the front of the room. Logan ushered her out of the room, following quickly behind her with a slam of the door that made Marie jump.

"Rogue, I heard about you fainting and Storm just called me up. She said that a lot of the students have been mysteriously blacking out because of a metal interference and Bobby hasn't. Maybe he is with Pyro or he is being saved by a person who knows him or use to be a friend?" Logan accused.

"John hasn't got anything to do with it! How can he? Why would he? I think it maybe Mystique has something to do with it," Rogue thought deeply about Terry's mysterious persona, "and Bobby would never do anything like that!"

"Mystique? Why?" Logan asked, he was looking both worried and relieved that there may have been a solution and a known criminal involved.

"No reason, just a guess." Rogue said hastily. Lying was not a comfort to her conscious but she didn't want to be misjudged by jealousy and odium towards Terry.

Logan's heart sank, "Ok but if you find something, anything at all just tell me. OK?"

"Yeah." Rogue nodded her head, returning back into the loud and hysterical classroom that had oddly became a pigsty in the few minutes her and Logan had been discussing.

Logan, returning in the classroom moments after Rogue had taken a seat, resumed his position sitting on the front of the desk, off in his own fantasy world.

"What ON EARTH IS GOING ON IN HERE?" At once the door opened and the principle, Mrs. Chula came pounding in with a face stained crimson with annoyance

"Err... Debbie how nice to see you and that top you have on is lovely, more so than usual." Logan said, trying to suck up to the over bearing presence of his superior.

"This class is a dump! You are very grubby and look at the lack of cleanliness," Mrs. Chula glared, "how can you call yourself a decent teacher?" Without any other word (apart from Logan's stumbling of words), Mrs. Chula huffed out of the classroom, slamming the door with such force that it made students jump with surprise.

The bell rang.

"Home time!" One of the teens screamed. All the students ran for the door knocking each other as they left, including Bobby but Rogue casually picked up her books and walked up to Logan,

"Logan, I need your advice about something." Rogue mumbled.

"Sorry, kid I'm not the best at giving advice. Why don't you ask Bobby, I'm sure he can help." Logan muttered, his eyes searching through a mess of papers and school work.

"Cause it's about him." She replied not looking at Logan, but staring at the plain, dirty floor.

"Oh. Well you could ask Jean." Logan said, now looking up at Rogue's averted gaze.

"I would but she has only been back for a week and I don't want her to worry, she's got better thing to do." Rogue said, it was true that Jean had just arrived back, declared alive and as phoenix.

With a sigh, Logan nodded his head and agreed to listen to any problems Rogue had.

"Bobby seems to have some feelings for a girl, actually his ex. He denies it but he said that I was his friend and made embarrassing stories up when I fainted." Rogue stated, she knew her and Logan could talk, he was one of the only people she could talk to. He promised her all, he saved her, he was heroic and they always would have a special bond, different to others.

"Break up with him." Logan said brusquely, "He's not worth the heartache if he does that, I can teach him a lesson if you like?"

"No thanks but I suppose your right. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I'm having the crappiest time and my boyfriend is flirting with Terry Desiree who is little miss popular." Rogue mocked, "Thankyou Logan, I owe you one." And with that, Rogue left the room.

Should she break up with him? It was getting hard, their relationship, it wasn't even a normal one, surely if they broke up then he'd be free to date and touch any other girl he pleased. But did she really want that? 'Course you do,' Rogue thought, 'remember Terry? It's for the best, Marie, save yourself some sorrow.'
AN: Woot, Woot! Ok, well I wasn't going to update but it is my one year birthday on this fanfiction account. One year since I joined up... who would've thought I'd have lasted this long! Please review, I have altered this chapter because when I read it, I felt complete and utter disgust to my previous writing abilities. Do not judge this as my best work, I will most definitely admit, I have improved so all my upcoming chapters will hopefully be altered as well so they actually make more sense and contain more context.

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