A/N: Once again guys, greatly appreciate the reviews... I was thinking about sentinels... But Magneto is more fun to... Twist things up a bit... ;)

Six

The Wicked Frost

Okay, so this sucks...I thought to myself. There was an Algebra test today I didn't study for, and Remy invaded my thoughts as always. I jotted down answers that had plausibility. I knitted my brow in frustration, and turned my paper over, on a count of Bobby sneaking glances at it for answers... Ugh, he's such a loser. I thought not even looking at him.

"Do I have my report on Quicksilver Scarlet Witch?" Magneto drummed his fingertips on his desk as one hand magnetically levitated a pen...

"Yes," She said typing in hastily. "He has managed to break the barrier, and get into the Mansion with success..."

I headed down and out onto the sunny grass... I yawned, and looked up at the blue sky... I thought I saw it blur a little off to my left... But shook it as nothing.

"Cheri!" Remy ran towards me. He was wearing black leather... The kind... We wore...The kind... X-Men wore.

"You've gottuh be kiddin' me sugah!" I said taking him into an embrace.

"Nope, no kiddin' I don' lie 'member?"

"Uh huh..." I kissed his lips and felt a surge.

"Woah..." Remy said looking at me, his kindling hues in a haze.

"Ah... Ah'm sorry..." I said blushing a little.

"S'cool mon ami... Jus' sumthin' I don' ex'pect is all..."

I took a look at him and felt nearly... Giddy in a sense of... Oh my god... He actually likes me, me!

"What class yo' got next?" He asked, remembering his.

"Ah have... Chemistry." I said as though it was an afterthought.

"Finally I have a class wit' yo'."

"Who's the teacher anyhow?"

"Hmmm... Emma Fros' I nevah 'heard uh her... Have yo'?"

"Nope..."

Turns out, Emma Frost is definitely not a woman to cross.

"Get out your books. No talking people. I will throw you out if you do."

"Chemistry... Is an art; I know not all of you will have the predisposition of what the art of Chemistry is... Chemistry is not only combustibles people. We are talking passion... Fatal Attractions... The way your heart races when he kisses your neck...- Ahem. Anyways, as I was saying... Reactions are what is most important, because for example... Chemicals either combine, or combust. Relationships either... Work, or they don't. Now, as we all know, if we try to keep something together that isn't working it eventually blows up in our faces."

Yup, I could totally agree with her on that one...

"Your first assignment is vocabulary, you need to know the terms before I hand you gas and a beaker now don't you?"

She came out from behind the desk, and she was wearing a... very short skirt... About two inches from becoming obscene... Every pair of eyes, (especially the men,) looked at her, all except for Remy.

I watched him, scrawl his handwriting across the paper... His Hair falling, curtaining his face just a little... His eyes focused intently on his paper...

"Rogue, do I need to move you?" Ms. Frost hissed icily.

"No, ah'm fine." I said curtly opening my book.

"I don't like your attitude young lady go sit next to Mr. Drake."

Remy looked from me to Frost.

"No," I answered.

She smirked a smile, which would soon become many of the idiosyncrasies I loathed about that woman, with her tight skirts, and loud lipstick... The next thing she did made my blood reach the boiling point.

"Fine, Mr. Le Beau, stay with me after class."

"What? I didn' do nuttin'." He said loudly. "An' neither did she."

Frost looked towards the door. "Someone's here for you Rogue, why don't you go?"

She tried directing me out... Practically by the shoulders... And her nails dug into my shoulders painfully as she rather forcefully shoved me out the door...

There Quicksilver stood, a hood concealing his face, all but a single white lock pointing out from underneath the shadow.

I didn't have time to react. I just remember arms gripping me hard... And everything becoming a blur...

(To Be Continued...)