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Thank you everybody for reviewing! Seriously, though, I'm not trying to be all 'pity me', but I really didn't expect these many reviews so soon! I figured I would have this many after I had four or five posted! You guys are so awesome! However, to save time, I'm only going to respond to two people. Please don't think I don't appreciate ya'll if I don't respond to yours, I do. I'm just kinda lazy.
Mercury Dream: I SO LOVE YOU AND YOUR STORIES! You are so awesome! Sorry, had to get that out *^_^* I agree, Carol should see the light (no pun intended) and realize Rogue had nothing, well, almost nothing, to do with her death. In time she will. Warning: there will plenty of squabbles between the two later on. Yeah, I felt so bad when I realized how close my story was to Callian's! I really didn't mean to. I hope that after reading the second chapter, no one will think I'm trying to copy her. I loved writing the part with Rogue and Amalie fighting! My sister and I are always arguing, and I wanted to incorporate that. And, yeah, there will be Rogue/Wanda friendship! I really like Wanda, and feel sorry about what her dad did. And, besides, I've read stories where the two are friends, and the stories were awesome. You're the only one who's said anything about getting rid of Mercedes. I guess people weren't quite used to her. If you want, after this story is done, I could write one with her in it. Don't worry, I won't tone Rogue down unless people tell me they don't like how I have her behaving. And, again, I agree, I don't particularly reading the ones where Rogue is all 'I'm so sad people can't touch me'. It grates on ones nerves after a while. And I'm sorta a smartass/badass type of girl, so that's how she going to be portrayed. Thank you again for reviewing! Love ya!
ishandahalf: Don't worry, I love wacky people! In fact, I have enjoyed both of your reviews, they are funny! Yeah, being an experiment would suck. Heh heh heh, your gonna like this chapter! Rogue is going to give Remy a good dress down, one that he deserves! It should be funny, I hope. Preview: food and clothes don't go well together. Anyway, thanks for reviewing! Love ya dahlin!
Oh, by the way, since I know very little French, when there will be something in French, it's gonna be from one of those on-line translators. I know those things suck, but I do to (with French) so I gotta use it. No laughing at me if the conjugation is all funny and stuff. My German teacher always knows if we've used the online translator because of how bad it places the words! So, I guess you can laugh, but no ridiculing, please!!
Okay, here we go. I take it you all didn't like Mercedes too much, so its Tabitha! Anyway, here we go with the third chapter! Love all!
Chapter Three
Rogue and Amalie walked into the school with mildly disinterested looks. Their school in Mississippi had been much bigger. Not to mention the fact that when Rogue and the Brotherhood had walked in directly after the X-Men, the halls had gone quiet. Apparently the people of Bayville weren't all that open to mutants yet.
The bell rang shrilly, and Rogue and Amalie parted company with the Brotherhood, who had to go to class. Pyro cackled evilly when Amalie told them that she and Rogue had to go to see the Principal.
"Have fun, pretty sheilas!"
Wanda rolled her eyes and whacked him on the head, dragging him down the halls toward their first period classroom. Amalie stuck her tongue out at him, and Rogue had to suppress a sigh.
"Amalie, am Ah gonna have ta teach ya how ta act ya age again?" Rogue asked sarcastically as they walked slowly towards the principal's office.
Glaring at her, Amalie shook her head, "Laghten up, Rogue! Ah'm just tryin' ta make the best o' our situation."
The sigh she had been trying to hold back escaped, "Yeah, but that doesn' mean ta act lahke ya only two years old."
"Ah beg ya pahdon! Ah happen ta be three, for ya in-fo-mation," Amalie said, holding up four fingers and crossing her violet eyes.
Both girls started giggling at the sight Amalie made. They were still giggling when the reached the Principal's office. However, the stern look they received from the secretary did the exact opposite of its intention: it only made them laugh harder.
"May I help you?" The secretary asked through clenched teeth.
Rogue smiled seductively, sauntering up to the front desk, "Ya sure can, sugah. Tell Mista Kelly that Amalie an' Ah are here ta see 'im."
Sputtering at the total lack of disrespect Rogue showed her, the secretary whirled around and stalked into the Principal's office. Amalie and Rogue laughed again.
"Frigid bitch," Amalie snickered.
"No sense a humor," Rogue agreed, her green eyes laughing and mocking. She and Amalie were the type of girls your mother warned you about. Bayville was in for a shock.
The secretary came out, her lips formed into a thin line, "You may go in, young ladies. But don't you pull any of your freakish stunts, you hear me?"
"Ah hear," Amalie said flippantly as she walked into Kelly's office, her hips swaying and her chin held high.
"Have a good day," Rogue said in her best smartass voice, earning a glare from the tight lipped secretary as she closed the door behind her.
In the center of the room, behind a large oak desk, sat a middle-aged looking man with brown hair and a very unprepossessing sort of look about him. When they entered, he looked up sharply at them, giving them a thorough, blunt look over. Rogue and Amalie gave him the same.
"I expect no use of your unnatural powers here at my school. You will be immediately expelled if you so much as blow up one trash bin, along with your fellow.mutants. If I find out you are using your powers to cheat on school work, you will be suspended for one month. I want no foolish business. Lord knows we've all ready got enough bad publicity."
By the time he had finished, Rogue and Amalie were both scowling darkly, not liking him one bit. Even Carol didn't seem to like him. Her only comment was Jackass.
"Are ya done, Principal Kelly?" Amalie asked.
Before he could begin another tirade about what would happen if they used their powers, Rogue slammed her fists onto his desks, fortunately not with all her might, or the desk would have been destroyed. She glowered forebodingly at him, then began her lecture.
"First off, Principal, Ah don' much appreciate bein' told what Ah can an' can not do. Secon', it's just plain unfair of ya to expel all otha mutants if one o' us slips. Should that happen, howeva, ya gonna regret it. Thirdly, neither Ami, nor Ah have telepathic powa's, so we couln' cheat if we wanted ta. Don' ya dare even try ta bully us inta doin' things ya way, like ya've probably done with the X-Men, 'cause we don' give a rat's ass whetha or not we get expelled. Ya hear?"
"Are you threatening me?" Kelly snarled, rising to stand in front of her.
Rogue straightened, smiling maliciously, "Ah don' make threats, Principal. Ah make promises."
The principal was breathing heavily, his eyes wide with fury, "I'm warning you girls, don't push me. I'm not afraid to expel you."
"An' neitha are we, sugah," Amalie said, crossing her arms underneath her breasts, "We done nothin' ta anybody, dahlin', 'specially not ya. If ya expel us, its ya choice. Annoyin', but lahfe. But we ain't gonna let ya bully us aroun'. 'Specially not Roguey."
There was silence for a moment as Kelly contemplated things. Both girls realized that he didn't want them there. The feeling was mutual. However, they all knew the ramifications of angering their boss, Magneto, whom Kelly knew full well they worked for.
Finally, he sighed angrily and grabbed two sheets of paper off his desk, thrusting them roughly towards both girls. They smiled triumphantly, knowing they had won, and took the pieces of paper, their schedules, calmly.
Rogue's schedule: First period: Chemistry with Mr. Skoog; Second period: A.P. English with Mrs. Vascholz-Anderson; Third period: AP World History with Mr. Emerson ; Fourth period: Human Behavior with Mrs. McKinney; Fifth period: German 2 with Mrs. Micheel I'm taking German, so Rogue and Amalie will too ^_^; and Sixth period: Algebra with Mr. Heidenreich. Rogue groaned, she hated math.
Amalie's schedule: First period: A.P. English with Dr. Questad; Second period: US History with Mr. Selbie; Third period: Chemistry with Mr. Murray; Fourth period: Calligraphy with Mrs. McGarvie; Fifth period: German 2 with Micheel; and Sixth period: Algebra with Mrs. Hansen.
Both girls had been taking French for so long that when they were Sophomores, they decided to take German instead, to broaden their horizons.
As both girls walked out of the office, Rogue turned around with a 'kiss ass' smile and said, "Pleasah doin' business with ya." Then shut the door.
They giggled as they heard what could have been a paperweight being thrown at the door.
When they exited the office, they realized they would have to go to their separate classes. They gave each other a quick hug, for luck.
"Don' go makin' any trouble, now," Amalie said, an impish gleam in her eyes.
Pretending to be offended, Rogue gasped, "Me? Nevah! Whah, Ah'm insulted, sistah, that ya don' have any confidence in me."
Amalie rolled her eyes, "Just try not ta punch any o' the guys who ogle ya this time."
"Technically, Ah punched 'im cause he was makin' rude gesture's to ah lahdy an' he deserved ta be taught ah lesson," Rogue said innocently, smiling widely.
"Yeah, an' he wound up in the hospital fo' three days!" Though Amalie couldn't help it, both started laughing when they remembered Jeremy.
Soon after, they parted ways. Amalie went to the five hundred wing, and Rogue went to the eight hundred wing. Fortunately, this school, since it wasn't nearly so big as the others they had gone to before, had a cafeteria, both outside and inside, that could hold the entire school, thankfully giving both girls the ability to share a lunch time.
It didn't take Rogue very long to find her science class, although she was tempted to just skip it. However, somehow, someway, Magneto would find out, and while Rogue didn't much care if he had a problem with her skipping classes or not, he would tell Mystique. The one time Mystique had caught her had been her last: it had not been a pretty scene. And Amalie had to help by giving the innocent reply: "She thought you wouldn't care." Needless to say, Rogue and Amalie had had a very good mud wrestling match that day.
Lightly knocking on the door to the lab, Rogue straightened her coat and prepared for the worst. In her old school, her teachers hadn't much liked mutants.
What teacher would like you anyway? You're a slut, Carol said as Rogue waited for the teacher to unlock the door.
Please, Carol. Would ya please just shut up? Fo' Gawds sakes, this is mah first day heah, bug me latah, Rogue responded as the teacher came over.
Rogue smiled thankfully when he opened the door, and the class went silent as she stepped in. She wasn't sure if it was because of how she dressed or if she was a mutant. Then, a thought struck, maybe they didn't know she was a mutant.
"You must be the knew student, M-"
"Rogue. Just call me Rogue," she interrupted before he said her full name. Hardly anybody knew it. She didn't even know why he did. Probably because of Mystique.
He smiled vaguely at her, "Well, welcome to our class, Rogue. I'm Mr. Skoog. I assume you were taking Chemistry at your old school?"
"Yes. Although, Ah was.ill fo' about fahve months, an' started school lahte. Ah'm ah bit behind the powa curve," She said as she held her all- purpose binder in front of her.
Looking down, Mr. Skoog said, "Yes, yes. Well, we'll just have to fix that. We're only taking notes today, so you're lucky. You may have a seat in the back by Mr. Daniels."
She smiled coyly at him as she walked to the back, "Thank ya, sugah."
When Rogue reached the back, she realized that she was to sit by the dark skinned boy she had fought last night. Or rather, saw at the fight. He was the one Wanda apparently had a tendre for. Rogue smiled.
"Well, hello, dahlin'! Fancy seein' ya heah. Ya the one Wanda is enamored with, raght?"
He looked at her darkly, "Yeah, I'm Evan. Don't you be starting anything."
Giving him the same look she had given her sister, Rogue shook her head, "Well, Ah nevah, sugah! If Ah remembah, ya'll approached us."
"But Lance attacked first."
"Listen, sugah, Ah ain't heah ta cause any problems. Ah'm just heah ta lahrn."
Turning, he looked at her incredulously, "Then why did you attack Remy and Piotr?"
"Because, he attacked me. Remy, that is. An' with Piotr, well, he was attackin' mah sistah, so Ah had ta help, ya ken? 'Sides, neithah of 'em are too badly hurt."
"And how do you know that?"
"Dahlin', Ah only touched each fo' about three seconds. Any longah, an' yeah, they woulda been hurt. An' Ah think Ah'm worse fo' the weahr, cause now Ah got both boys runnin' around in mah head."
He looked like he was about to say something, but Mr. Skoog began his lecture, so they stopped their conversation. Rogue smiled. It was obvious Evan Daniels still had questions.
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By lunch time, Rogue was practically fuming. She had to be careful, or other personalities would take control, but it was hard. Her green eyes were bright and clearly said 'Come near me and I will just have to hurt you.'
She stalked over to the table where the Brotherhood, Pyro, and her sister sat at, her leather trench coat flapping around her legs. She didn't even bother to look where she was going.
"Thaht cynical, hypatcritical, snahbish bitch!" Rogue growled as she slammed her books onto the table. They all looked up at her with surprise and fear. Well, all the boys looked up at her with fear. Amalie and Wanda looked up with question.
"Which teachah?" Amalie asked.
"Mah second period, Mrs. V-A. Did ya know she had the gahll ta cahll me ah mutant miscreant!? An' Ah don' even know her!"
Amalie's eyebrows rose a good two inches and Wanda started giggling. Rogue continued to rant and rave about how much she hated that teacher until a smooth, Cajun voice sounded from behind her.
"Le tort de quelque chose, chere?"*1
Without turning around, Rogue said, "Aller à l'Enfer, le rat de marais."*2
She felt his surprise when she answered him in perfect French, but he quickly recovered. Despite Amalie trying to warn him not to sit in front of her, Remy LeBeau could not resist, and he swung a lunch chair in front of Rogue's. The X-Men watched in amusement and apprehension from their table, as did the rest of the lunch room.
"Ah, mon amour sait Français!"*3 He said in delight, his brown eyes (thanks to the image-inducer he wore on his wrist) bright with mischief.
"Ah'm givin' ya three more seconds befo' Ah get nasty," Rogue snarled, "An' Ah ain't ya love."
"Oh, mon coeur blessé! Mon amour, votre peirce de mots me! Me prendre à votre coeur et ne me relâche jamais ou je périrai véritablement du chagrin!"*4 By the time he was done, any person who was fluent enough in French was giggling, especially the girls. Unfortunately, its intended target was not giggling.
"Are ya finished, swamp rat?" She asked, now smiling evilly and seductively, putting Remy on instant alert, however he nodded slowly. "Do ya really want me ta take ya near to mah heart? An' nevah release ya?"
Now he was getting really nervous. Maybe he went a bit over board.
"Voulez-vous que vous j'ait dit que je vous aimerai à jamais? Que vous toujours serez le mien? Voulez-vous m'embrasser et me tient et dépense l'éternité dans ma présence? Vous vraiment voulez que vous j'ait pris dans mes bras?"*5 Rogue leaned in as she said these things until Remy could feel her hot breath wreaking havoc on his ears. His thoughts were chasing each other around, and he knew he had died and gone to Heaven.
"Vous fait?"*6
Remy managed a nod at her huskily spoken question. Rogue's gloved hands were coming up his hard, solid chest and her right hand came to stroke his cheek like a lover would.
Suddenly, a cold, very wet substance was poured all over him as Rogue abruptly stood up, and Pyro's spaghetti, which he had made super warm, came cascading onto his lap, which was even more painful, since he was a man and did have male.parts. Then, Rogue topped it off with a random piece of fruit on top of his wet hair. He looked up at her then, his brown, shaggy hair plastered to his forehead with white milk, his eyes wide and incredulous.
"Next tahme, Mr. LeBeau, ya'll learn ya lesson an' leave me be when Ah want peace. Ah'm not gonna be one of ya toys, sir, so don' trah. Go back ta ya precious Bella. Ah'm sure she appreciates the 'milk an' spaghetti' tahpe. Although, ya do look maghty cute with that grape on ya head," Rogue smiled provocatively.
Remy didn't even want to know how she knew of Bella, though he would ask later. No, he was just amazed at what she had done, "You know, chere, that dis means war."
Rogue turned and, in a very alluring way, rubbed a gloved finger up and down her chin, "Yeah, Ah guess it does, sugah. Mah fosta motha, Irene, used ta say that mah sistah an' Ah would get M.A.D., which stands fo' mutual assured destruction. Ah look forward to our dealin's."
There! Third chapter done! Took me forever! I've had the flu, so I've been knocked out cold for the better part of the week! I hate the flu! Mine was so bad that it hurt my back to a point where I couldn't even move my legs! It really hurt.
Anyway, no laughing at the French! I know it sucks! Here's the translation anyway:
"Something wrong, darling?" "Go to Hell, swamp rat." "Ah, my love knows French!" "Oh, my wounded heart! My love, your words pierce me! Take me to your heart and never release me or I shall truly perish from sorrow!" "Do you want me to tell you that I love you forever? That you will always be mine? Do you want to kiss me and hold me and spend eternity in my presence? Do you really want me to take you into my arms?" "Do you?"
Well, there we go! Reviews are required ^_^! They make me happy. Yeah, so, tell me what you think! Was it too short? Did you not like? Well, yeah, just tell all! Buh bye! ^_^V Sparky
Oh, P.S. there will be a lot of Carol in the next chapter!
Thank you everybody for reviewing! Seriously, though, I'm not trying to be all 'pity me', but I really didn't expect these many reviews so soon! I figured I would have this many after I had four or five posted! You guys are so awesome! However, to save time, I'm only going to respond to two people. Please don't think I don't appreciate ya'll if I don't respond to yours, I do. I'm just kinda lazy.
Mercury Dream: I SO LOVE YOU AND YOUR STORIES! You are so awesome! Sorry, had to get that out *^_^* I agree, Carol should see the light (no pun intended) and realize Rogue had nothing, well, almost nothing, to do with her death. In time she will. Warning: there will plenty of squabbles between the two later on. Yeah, I felt so bad when I realized how close my story was to Callian's! I really didn't mean to. I hope that after reading the second chapter, no one will think I'm trying to copy her. I loved writing the part with Rogue and Amalie fighting! My sister and I are always arguing, and I wanted to incorporate that. And, yeah, there will be Rogue/Wanda friendship! I really like Wanda, and feel sorry about what her dad did. And, besides, I've read stories where the two are friends, and the stories were awesome. You're the only one who's said anything about getting rid of Mercedes. I guess people weren't quite used to her. If you want, after this story is done, I could write one with her in it. Don't worry, I won't tone Rogue down unless people tell me they don't like how I have her behaving. And, again, I agree, I don't particularly reading the ones where Rogue is all 'I'm so sad people can't touch me'. It grates on ones nerves after a while. And I'm sorta a smartass/badass type of girl, so that's how she going to be portrayed. Thank you again for reviewing! Love ya!
ishandahalf: Don't worry, I love wacky people! In fact, I have enjoyed both of your reviews, they are funny! Yeah, being an experiment would suck. Heh heh heh, your gonna like this chapter! Rogue is going to give Remy a good dress down, one that he deserves! It should be funny, I hope. Preview: food and clothes don't go well together. Anyway, thanks for reviewing! Love ya dahlin!
Oh, by the way, since I know very little French, when there will be something in French, it's gonna be from one of those on-line translators. I know those things suck, but I do to (with French) so I gotta use it. No laughing at me if the conjugation is all funny and stuff. My German teacher always knows if we've used the online translator because of how bad it places the words! So, I guess you can laugh, but no ridiculing, please!!
Okay, here we go. I take it you all didn't like Mercedes too much, so its Tabitha! Anyway, here we go with the third chapter! Love all!
Chapter Three
Rogue and Amalie walked into the school with mildly disinterested looks. Their school in Mississippi had been much bigger. Not to mention the fact that when Rogue and the Brotherhood had walked in directly after the X-Men, the halls had gone quiet. Apparently the people of Bayville weren't all that open to mutants yet.
The bell rang shrilly, and Rogue and Amalie parted company with the Brotherhood, who had to go to class. Pyro cackled evilly when Amalie told them that she and Rogue had to go to see the Principal.
"Have fun, pretty sheilas!"
Wanda rolled her eyes and whacked him on the head, dragging him down the halls toward their first period classroom. Amalie stuck her tongue out at him, and Rogue had to suppress a sigh.
"Amalie, am Ah gonna have ta teach ya how ta act ya age again?" Rogue asked sarcastically as they walked slowly towards the principal's office.
Glaring at her, Amalie shook her head, "Laghten up, Rogue! Ah'm just tryin' ta make the best o' our situation."
The sigh she had been trying to hold back escaped, "Yeah, but that doesn' mean ta act lahke ya only two years old."
"Ah beg ya pahdon! Ah happen ta be three, for ya in-fo-mation," Amalie said, holding up four fingers and crossing her violet eyes.
Both girls started giggling at the sight Amalie made. They were still giggling when the reached the Principal's office. However, the stern look they received from the secretary did the exact opposite of its intention: it only made them laugh harder.
"May I help you?" The secretary asked through clenched teeth.
Rogue smiled seductively, sauntering up to the front desk, "Ya sure can, sugah. Tell Mista Kelly that Amalie an' Ah are here ta see 'im."
Sputtering at the total lack of disrespect Rogue showed her, the secretary whirled around and stalked into the Principal's office. Amalie and Rogue laughed again.
"Frigid bitch," Amalie snickered.
"No sense a humor," Rogue agreed, her green eyes laughing and mocking. She and Amalie were the type of girls your mother warned you about. Bayville was in for a shock.
The secretary came out, her lips formed into a thin line, "You may go in, young ladies. But don't you pull any of your freakish stunts, you hear me?"
"Ah hear," Amalie said flippantly as she walked into Kelly's office, her hips swaying and her chin held high.
"Have a good day," Rogue said in her best smartass voice, earning a glare from the tight lipped secretary as she closed the door behind her.
In the center of the room, behind a large oak desk, sat a middle-aged looking man with brown hair and a very unprepossessing sort of look about him. When they entered, he looked up sharply at them, giving them a thorough, blunt look over. Rogue and Amalie gave him the same.
"I expect no use of your unnatural powers here at my school. You will be immediately expelled if you so much as blow up one trash bin, along with your fellow.mutants. If I find out you are using your powers to cheat on school work, you will be suspended for one month. I want no foolish business. Lord knows we've all ready got enough bad publicity."
By the time he had finished, Rogue and Amalie were both scowling darkly, not liking him one bit. Even Carol didn't seem to like him. Her only comment was Jackass.
"Are ya done, Principal Kelly?" Amalie asked.
Before he could begin another tirade about what would happen if they used their powers, Rogue slammed her fists onto his desks, fortunately not with all her might, or the desk would have been destroyed. She glowered forebodingly at him, then began her lecture.
"First off, Principal, Ah don' much appreciate bein' told what Ah can an' can not do. Secon', it's just plain unfair of ya to expel all otha mutants if one o' us slips. Should that happen, howeva, ya gonna regret it. Thirdly, neither Ami, nor Ah have telepathic powa's, so we couln' cheat if we wanted ta. Don' ya dare even try ta bully us inta doin' things ya way, like ya've probably done with the X-Men, 'cause we don' give a rat's ass whetha or not we get expelled. Ya hear?"
"Are you threatening me?" Kelly snarled, rising to stand in front of her.
Rogue straightened, smiling maliciously, "Ah don' make threats, Principal. Ah make promises."
The principal was breathing heavily, his eyes wide with fury, "I'm warning you girls, don't push me. I'm not afraid to expel you."
"An' neitha are we, sugah," Amalie said, crossing her arms underneath her breasts, "We done nothin' ta anybody, dahlin', 'specially not ya. If ya expel us, its ya choice. Annoyin', but lahfe. But we ain't gonna let ya bully us aroun'. 'Specially not Roguey."
There was silence for a moment as Kelly contemplated things. Both girls realized that he didn't want them there. The feeling was mutual. However, they all knew the ramifications of angering their boss, Magneto, whom Kelly knew full well they worked for.
Finally, he sighed angrily and grabbed two sheets of paper off his desk, thrusting them roughly towards both girls. They smiled triumphantly, knowing they had won, and took the pieces of paper, their schedules, calmly.
Rogue's schedule: First period: Chemistry with Mr. Skoog; Second period: A.P. English with Mrs. Vascholz-Anderson; Third period: AP World History with Mr. Emerson ; Fourth period: Human Behavior with Mrs. McKinney; Fifth period: German 2 with Mrs. Micheel I'm taking German, so Rogue and Amalie will too ^_^; and Sixth period: Algebra with Mr. Heidenreich. Rogue groaned, she hated math.
Amalie's schedule: First period: A.P. English with Dr. Questad; Second period: US History with Mr. Selbie; Third period: Chemistry with Mr. Murray; Fourth period: Calligraphy with Mrs. McGarvie; Fifth period: German 2 with Micheel; and Sixth period: Algebra with Mrs. Hansen.
Both girls had been taking French for so long that when they were Sophomores, they decided to take German instead, to broaden their horizons.
As both girls walked out of the office, Rogue turned around with a 'kiss ass' smile and said, "Pleasah doin' business with ya." Then shut the door.
They giggled as they heard what could have been a paperweight being thrown at the door.
When they exited the office, they realized they would have to go to their separate classes. They gave each other a quick hug, for luck.
"Don' go makin' any trouble, now," Amalie said, an impish gleam in her eyes.
Pretending to be offended, Rogue gasped, "Me? Nevah! Whah, Ah'm insulted, sistah, that ya don' have any confidence in me."
Amalie rolled her eyes, "Just try not ta punch any o' the guys who ogle ya this time."
"Technically, Ah punched 'im cause he was makin' rude gesture's to ah lahdy an' he deserved ta be taught ah lesson," Rogue said innocently, smiling widely.
"Yeah, an' he wound up in the hospital fo' three days!" Though Amalie couldn't help it, both started laughing when they remembered Jeremy.
Soon after, they parted ways. Amalie went to the five hundred wing, and Rogue went to the eight hundred wing. Fortunately, this school, since it wasn't nearly so big as the others they had gone to before, had a cafeteria, both outside and inside, that could hold the entire school, thankfully giving both girls the ability to share a lunch time.
It didn't take Rogue very long to find her science class, although she was tempted to just skip it. However, somehow, someway, Magneto would find out, and while Rogue didn't much care if he had a problem with her skipping classes or not, he would tell Mystique. The one time Mystique had caught her had been her last: it had not been a pretty scene. And Amalie had to help by giving the innocent reply: "She thought you wouldn't care." Needless to say, Rogue and Amalie had had a very good mud wrestling match that day.
Lightly knocking on the door to the lab, Rogue straightened her coat and prepared for the worst. In her old school, her teachers hadn't much liked mutants.
What teacher would like you anyway? You're a slut, Carol said as Rogue waited for the teacher to unlock the door.
Please, Carol. Would ya please just shut up? Fo' Gawds sakes, this is mah first day heah, bug me latah, Rogue responded as the teacher came over.
Rogue smiled thankfully when he opened the door, and the class went silent as she stepped in. She wasn't sure if it was because of how she dressed or if she was a mutant. Then, a thought struck, maybe they didn't know she was a mutant.
"You must be the knew student, M-"
"Rogue. Just call me Rogue," she interrupted before he said her full name. Hardly anybody knew it. She didn't even know why he did. Probably because of Mystique.
He smiled vaguely at her, "Well, welcome to our class, Rogue. I'm Mr. Skoog. I assume you were taking Chemistry at your old school?"
"Yes. Although, Ah was.ill fo' about fahve months, an' started school lahte. Ah'm ah bit behind the powa curve," She said as she held her all- purpose binder in front of her.
Looking down, Mr. Skoog said, "Yes, yes. Well, we'll just have to fix that. We're only taking notes today, so you're lucky. You may have a seat in the back by Mr. Daniels."
She smiled coyly at him as she walked to the back, "Thank ya, sugah."
When Rogue reached the back, she realized that she was to sit by the dark skinned boy she had fought last night. Or rather, saw at the fight. He was the one Wanda apparently had a tendre for. Rogue smiled.
"Well, hello, dahlin'! Fancy seein' ya heah. Ya the one Wanda is enamored with, raght?"
He looked at her darkly, "Yeah, I'm Evan. Don't you be starting anything."
Giving him the same look she had given her sister, Rogue shook her head, "Well, Ah nevah, sugah! If Ah remembah, ya'll approached us."
"But Lance attacked first."
"Listen, sugah, Ah ain't heah ta cause any problems. Ah'm just heah ta lahrn."
Turning, he looked at her incredulously, "Then why did you attack Remy and Piotr?"
"Because, he attacked me. Remy, that is. An' with Piotr, well, he was attackin' mah sistah, so Ah had ta help, ya ken? 'Sides, neithah of 'em are too badly hurt."
"And how do you know that?"
"Dahlin', Ah only touched each fo' about three seconds. Any longah, an' yeah, they woulda been hurt. An' Ah think Ah'm worse fo' the weahr, cause now Ah got both boys runnin' around in mah head."
He looked like he was about to say something, but Mr. Skoog began his lecture, so they stopped their conversation. Rogue smiled. It was obvious Evan Daniels still had questions.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
By lunch time, Rogue was practically fuming. She had to be careful, or other personalities would take control, but it was hard. Her green eyes were bright and clearly said 'Come near me and I will just have to hurt you.'
She stalked over to the table where the Brotherhood, Pyro, and her sister sat at, her leather trench coat flapping around her legs. She didn't even bother to look where she was going.
"Thaht cynical, hypatcritical, snahbish bitch!" Rogue growled as she slammed her books onto the table. They all looked up at her with surprise and fear. Well, all the boys looked up at her with fear. Amalie and Wanda looked up with question.
"Which teachah?" Amalie asked.
"Mah second period, Mrs. V-A. Did ya know she had the gahll ta cahll me ah mutant miscreant!? An' Ah don' even know her!"
Amalie's eyebrows rose a good two inches and Wanda started giggling. Rogue continued to rant and rave about how much she hated that teacher until a smooth, Cajun voice sounded from behind her.
"Le tort de quelque chose, chere?"*1
Without turning around, Rogue said, "Aller à l'Enfer, le rat de marais."*2
She felt his surprise when she answered him in perfect French, but he quickly recovered. Despite Amalie trying to warn him not to sit in front of her, Remy LeBeau could not resist, and he swung a lunch chair in front of Rogue's. The X-Men watched in amusement and apprehension from their table, as did the rest of the lunch room.
"Ah, mon amour sait Français!"*3 He said in delight, his brown eyes (thanks to the image-inducer he wore on his wrist) bright with mischief.
"Ah'm givin' ya three more seconds befo' Ah get nasty," Rogue snarled, "An' Ah ain't ya love."
"Oh, mon coeur blessé! Mon amour, votre peirce de mots me! Me prendre à votre coeur et ne me relâche jamais ou je périrai véritablement du chagrin!"*4 By the time he was done, any person who was fluent enough in French was giggling, especially the girls. Unfortunately, its intended target was not giggling.
"Are ya finished, swamp rat?" She asked, now smiling evilly and seductively, putting Remy on instant alert, however he nodded slowly. "Do ya really want me ta take ya near to mah heart? An' nevah release ya?"
Now he was getting really nervous. Maybe he went a bit over board.
"Voulez-vous que vous j'ait dit que je vous aimerai à jamais? Que vous toujours serez le mien? Voulez-vous m'embrasser et me tient et dépense l'éternité dans ma présence? Vous vraiment voulez que vous j'ait pris dans mes bras?"*5 Rogue leaned in as she said these things until Remy could feel her hot breath wreaking havoc on his ears. His thoughts were chasing each other around, and he knew he had died and gone to Heaven.
"Vous fait?"*6
Remy managed a nod at her huskily spoken question. Rogue's gloved hands were coming up his hard, solid chest and her right hand came to stroke his cheek like a lover would.
Suddenly, a cold, very wet substance was poured all over him as Rogue abruptly stood up, and Pyro's spaghetti, which he had made super warm, came cascading onto his lap, which was even more painful, since he was a man and did have male.parts. Then, Rogue topped it off with a random piece of fruit on top of his wet hair. He looked up at her then, his brown, shaggy hair plastered to his forehead with white milk, his eyes wide and incredulous.
"Next tahme, Mr. LeBeau, ya'll learn ya lesson an' leave me be when Ah want peace. Ah'm not gonna be one of ya toys, sir, so don' trah. Go back ta ya precious Bella. Ah'm sure she appreciates the 'milk an' spaghetti' tahpe. Although, ya do look maghty cute with that grape on ya head," Rogue smiled provocatively.
Remy didn't even want to know how she knew of Bella, though he would ask later. No, he was just amazed at what she had done, "You know, chere, that dis means war."
Rogue turned and, in a very alluring way, rubbed a gloved finger up and down her chin, "Yeah, Ah guess it does, sugah. Mah fosta motha, Irene, used ta say that mah sistah an' Ah would get M.A.D., which stands fo' mutual assured destruction. Ah look forward to our dealin's."
There! Third chapter done! Took me forever! I've had the flu, so I've been knocked out cold for the better part of the week! I hate the flu! Mine was so bad that it hurt my back to a point where I couldn't even move my legs! It really hurt.
Anyway, no laughing at the French! I know it sucks! Here's the translation anyway:
"Something wrong, darling?" "Go to Hell, swamp rat." "Ah, my love knows French!" "Oh, my wounded heart! My love, your words pierce me! Take me to your heart and never release me or I shall truly perish from sorrow!" "Do you want me to tell you that I love you forever? That you will always be mine? Do you want to kiss me and hold me and spend eternity in my presence? Do you really want me to take you into my arms?" "Do you?"
Well, there we go! Reviews are required ^_^! They make me happy. Yeah, so, tell me what you think! Was it too short? Did you not like? Well, yeah, just tell all! Buh bye! ^_^V Sparky
Oh, P.S. there will be a lot of Carol in the next chapter!