AN: Thanks for the reviews. I have decided to stick with Rogue/Remy and have Rogue/Scott/Logan friendship. Logan won't be seen until later chapters, and will come back with a vengeance whenever he does finally show up.
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Chapter Two: Voices In My Head
I woke up this morning when the loud beeping noise of the alarm next to Jubilee's bed sounded. When I heard it, I groaned and put my pillow over by head as I rolled over. I didn't need to get up as early as my room-mates, I took my shower the night before (to avoid the rush this morning) and all I had to do was jump into my clothes and go, seeing as I've made it a habit to miss breakfast and morning showers, I have a lot of time to sleep in.
Although, try as I might to get a few extra hours of sleep I can't. Bobby is restless in my head and taking it out on Cody, I'm not entirely sure what they are arguing about, I can't hear it so clearly…it sounds like static right now and is the most annoying noise on the face of the planet. "Shut-up." I mumble, low enough to avoid being heard by my room-mates.
Talking to myself was something that a few people grown accustom too, but still…I was enough of a freak already. At my command they seemed to quiet down a little, but they were still there and I could feel both Logan and Erik starting to get antsy because of it. With a sigh I toss my blankets off and am met with cool air causing gooseflesh to raise on my skin. I'll just get ready, keep my mind on something else. Think about the math test that I have today in Scott's class.
Kitty and Jubilee leave the room without so much of a word to me, like always. Sometimes I wish that I would let myself get close to them…but I just can't. I grab the first articles of clean clothing I can find, a black and purple skirt that falls to my ankles and a simple long sleeve black shirt. Today I match my gloves with my skirt and pull out a pair of deep purple silk Opera gloves. Feet slide into black mary-janes and I toss on my purple scarf. Today I actually bother to pull my hair up out of my face, leaving only the wisps of white around my face.
I take a moment to glance into the mirror. I decide that I look half-way decent and I leave it at that. My book bag must weight at least thirty pounds, but I toss it over my shoulder anyway. I keep it with me all day so that when school is all said and done, I don't have to run back up to my room to gather my books before heading to Scott's class room.
The hall's are practically empty as I walk down them, the other students are at breakfast, my stomach growls at the thought of food, but I ignore it. It takes me awhile to notice, but someone is walking next to me as we head down the hall towards the stairs. I look over, and I'm pretty sure that this guy next to me is by far the most handsome man I have ever seen in my entire life. The Logan in my head snorts when he hears my thought.
The man smiles at me, and opens his mouth to say something, but I've already decided…being around people…I just can't. So before I even get to hear what he has to say I rush down the stairs. I don't care if it looks like I'm running away from him, I don't care if I am running away from him.
It's safer this way.
And yet, the whole morning all I can think about is him. Maybe I shouldn't have ran? What would he had said to me if I had stayed there? When did he come to the school? Why was he at the school? So many questions, which probably led to me failing my third hour math test.
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Lunch was a somber affair, there are four long tables inside where people can sit at and eat, or you can have your lunch outside. I've chosen to sit outside, near the Koi pond in the back of the institute. My lunch is an apple that I grabbed from the kitchen before heading outside, it's doubtful that I'll even eat the damn thing. Knee's drawn up to my chest, I wrap my arms around my legs to hold them close and set my chin between my knees. My eyes shut and I listen to Erik tell me a story about how long it took Professor Xavier to decide that he wanted a Koi pond instead of a few simple colorful fish dropped into the water.
"Chere?" The deep voice interrupted my thoughts, it was so deep in fact that my stomach dropped to the ground when I heard it. I peeked my left eye open and glanced up. It was the man from before. Running away right now was out of the question, I was already cornered.
"Yes?" My voice is so thick with my Mississippi accent that it makes me sick. I hate it, I hate it because it reminds me of the home that I left.
"Remy 'tink that a beautiful angel like yourself shouldn't look so sad." As he said that he knelt down next to me, I had to bite the inside of my mouth to avoid making a shocked noise. He was so close, in fact…if he came any closer our noses would touch. I blinked, and he continued on. "Why are you so sad moi petite?"
He was wearing sunglasses and my heart was screaming at me to take them off so I could see into his eyes…so I could…I shook my head, I can't think about something like that. He was just dripping charm, probably did this to every other girl on campus already. Someone hadn't had the chance to warn him about me…how not to come close to me. He reached his hand up to brush against my face, and I pulled away not a moment to soon.
"Leave meh alone." I choked out, before getting up…and doing what I do best…running away.
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Lunch was over and yet my stomach was caving in on itself, I could hear Logan telling me that I should really eat something, but like the craving I ignored him too. History with Ororo was perhaps the most annoying class in the world, she'd drone on and on for hours about some revolution or another. Today it was most especially annoying because she was talking about world war two. I could hear Erik in my head talking about the history books couldn't get what really happened right. He had lived through it after all.
I listened to Erik instead of paying attention to Ororo. I'm pretty sure she knew I wasn't paying attention, but like all the other teachers…she has learned that they can't really help me. No one can help me. Although they don't give up, they sometimes corner me and get me to talk about my feelings or whatever. It really, really sucks to be me.
After History was chemistry with Hank, or rather Dr. McCoy. He's who they got to replace Jean. Thanks to an experiment gone wrong, he ended up with blue fur covering his entire body and mutating into some weird looking beast. Which is ironic, because his code-name is indeed Beast. He, is perhaps one of the only teachers I actually enjoy. He is always quoting Shakespeare, and has a tendency to ramble off in some scientific lingo that no one can understand. I like him best, because he's covered in fur.
This means, we can't have skin on skin contact unless we try really hard. This means, that I actually enjoy being around him…because he isn't scared like the others. Sure, I know they tell me that they aren't scared, but if I take off my glove for one second because the leather is itching my skin they practically yell at me to put it back on. Another thing about Hank that is loved by many of the students, is his Twinkie stash. During our check-ups or trips to the med lab you can always count on getting a Twinkie from the man.
The little things in life really do matter.
Once Chemistry was over (and I succeeded in nearly blowing myself up) it was off to Self Defense, which was usually taught by whatever teacher was available. I have to be careful in the locker room, distancing myself from others as they change. I choose to grab my clothes and change in a bathroom stall. Gray sweat pants and matching long sleeve shirt with the Xavier school emblem were the usual uniform for me. Others wore shorts and tank tops…but not me. I have to be careful. I tug on my white trainers and follow up by switching out of my purple Opera gloves and into nylon gloves that gave my hands more room to breath. No scarf for self defense, it was to hot as it was wearing the clothes that I was in. Without the scarf I felt naked, and put my hair down…just in case.
Color me surprise when I seen the sweet talking Cajun walk into the class room. He was in simple white tennis shoes, sweat pants, and a white tee-shirt that made all the girls in the class break out into talk (namely because said shirt clings to his muscular body). His sunglasses were off now…red on black. His eyes were red on black, and were the most gorgeous eyes I have ever in my life seen. Even more entrancing then Logan's eyes were.
I heard both Bobby and Cody tell me to stop drooling, and I promptly bit my lip and looked away. It looked like my days were just going to get worse…because this man was Remy Lebeau, our newest teacher.
The news that he was our teacher made a few break out into rather loud whispers, I groaned…every time someone cute walked into a teenage girls life they had to squeal about it. Although, secretly I wish that I could do that…be like them…but I couldn't.
We were going to be working in pairs, going over the defensive moves that we had been taught the previous week by Scott. Remy had made the mistake of asking for a volunteer to spar with him because there was an odd number of kids in the class. Hands shot up like they were on fire from all of the girls.
But did he choose one of them?
No.
Who did he choose?
M…E.
Me.
I have a feeling he's just here to torment me with what I can't have.
Once all of the students were in pairs I approached him, he just smiled a wide smile and got into the fighting position we were supposed to be in. "Remy doesn' give up wit'out o' fight."
"Ya should."
And let the beat down begin! Okay, maybe not really a beat down. Despite the fact that Logan was telling me to kick him in the balls, we were going over the moves we had learned previously. Sorry Logan, can't kick him in the balls. Although, I wanted to…maybe that would have got him to leave me alone.
Once the warm-up was done, Remy went about talking about taking on an opponent that was bigger then you (didn't we learn this the first week we had this class?). He taught us how to go about it in a slightly different way. While both Scott and Kurt who had taught the class, told us to grab him by the shoulders and swing him over our shoulders in a flip, Remy talked about how not everybody was capable of doing that because they were either too small…or the opponent was too big.
He taught us how to be evasive, and move about until we could move in and do exactly what Logan kept telling me to do…kick your opponent where it counts. Remy said this would even work on a female opponent…
None of us really wanted to know how he knew that.
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I was happy when the bell sounded, ending Remy's class. A few of the girls stayed behind to talk with him, but I hurried into the locker rooms and got a shower stall before the water turned icy cold. Shower was quick and brief, just something to was the sweat away. I didn't even bother to dry my hair as I tossed it back into a pony tail, letting it drip a little bit before I rung it out with my hand. I got back into the clothes that I had been wearing all day, and headed out of the locker rooms pulling on my scarf as I headed up towards Scott's class room to complete the day with our afternoon ritual.
He was there, waiting for me as always at his desk. He offered me a smile and I tried to smile back (although I'm pretty sure I just looked weird). "How were your classes?" He asked me, and I shrugged replying with a simple "Good." before taking a seat opposite him and pulling out my Physics book.
He set to work on grading our math tests, and I set to work trying to comprehend Physics. The harsh florescent lights were off, and that was just fine because the large picture windows let in much of the afternoon sun. Occasionally yells and foot falls of students could be heard, but other then that things were silent.
It was just the way I liked it. We started this routine after Jean died, he was sad, and I was always sad. It fit. We fit together, both lost in our grief as we worked after school. Occasionally he talked to me about her, told me how much he missed her and how sometimes he'd wake up in bed and think that she was still laying next to him. I offered him an ear, and unlike the others I didn't say "I know how you feel…you'll get over it in time" or "She was a wonderful woman, I could only imagine how hard…"
I didn't say anything, except for a simple "I'm here if you need me."
Our relationship is nothing more then a friendship, most of the other students don't seem to understand that. Kitty and Jubilee on occasion will comment on my spending time with Scott, but I didn't mind. He was just a friend, a really good friend at that because he never begged me to tell him what was wrong…he never promised me life would get better.
After an hour and a half past he handed me my test ( a plus side of being there, I always got my papers back first ). It was a B, not bad for me. "You could do better." He told me, and I rolled my eyes while I stuffed my paper into my math binder.
"It's better then last time." I told him, with a shrug of my shoulders as I shoved the rest of my books into my book bag. He nodded at that, and stuffed the rest of the graded tests into a drawer in his desk.
My stomach, ever so embarrassing gave a rather loud growl.
"How about we go out for a pizza?" He asked me, and with little hesitation I nodded. Going out for pizza beat having to fight over whatever food was for dinner, and having to worry about someone getting to close for comfort. Honestly he wasn't supposed to hang out with me like this (it was showing favoritism) but I was one of the kids that were close to the edge (according to Professor Xavier), meaning that it was okay to show me a little extra attention. Yay me. It meant pizza on a Monday afternoon, a perfect way to end the day.
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We took the bright blue ford thunderbird that Scott had restored in his auto shop class so many months ago. I like this car because the top can go down, and Scott can do these crazy four-wheel drifts with the car. A four-wheel drift is this crazy thing that someone does with the wheels of the car on a winding road. It feels as if the car is going to loose control, but it doesn't. So many people think Scott is some guy with a stick up his ass, and I feel special because he let's me know that he's actually kind of cool.
Logan hates the fact that I hang out with Scott, he keeps talking to me and complaining about how Scott is a pansy and other things…I try to block it out as best as I can as we drive down the winding mountain road towards Salem Center.
Next to Hank, Scott is my favorite person in the institute for this reason alone…when I'm with him, and we're out of the institute, it just feels so real. Like we're just going for a ride and getting a bite to eat, and we don't have to worry about killing someone with our mutation.
The Pizza Hut in Salem Center is just starting to get busy with the dinner crowd, we're lucky that we came now because later it will be packed with families out for a bite to eat. After not having any food all day my stomach lurches as we step inside the dim lit building, the smell of pizza is in the air. For once it didn't bother me that it was so loud there, with people talking to each other while waiting for their meals and the what not…it didn't bother me, because…it was just all so…
Normal.
Scott and I are led to a corner booth, menu's set in front of us before the middle-aged waitress takes our drink orders. We order the same thing, Mountain Dew…we've done this before. Maybe twice a month while come down here after a long day of school. As she took the drink orders, Scott also placed our usual order…we didn't need much time to decide. Medium Pepperoni pizza with extra sauce and cheese, and a side of cheese breadsticks.
It was usually to much food for us to eat, but that was okay because we'd just toss it into the fridge in the kitchen when we got home and by morning it would be gone (no food is ever wasted in the institute). The waitress just smiled and took our menus before heading back to get our drinks.
Scott smiled. I smiled.
Things were blissfully perfect. Things were always good when I was with him. He was honestly…my best friend. That's kind of sad when I think about it, he's in his late twenties, he's my teacher…and yet he's my best friend.
But that's okay, because I know I'm his best friend too. This was the only time that the voices and feelings in my head didn't get to me. Later they would probably be yelling at me, telling me that I didn't deserve to have such a good time…but that was later…and this was now.
I could remain blissfully ignorant to the voices in my head for another hour or so.
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AN: Sorry, couldn't help having a big part with Scott in it. I adore Scott and hate how so many people see him with a stick up his butt. Also had to add the Pizza Hut part. I'm a big fan of Pizza Hut and just writing about it is making me want to go there and smell the smells and eat the food. Mmm. Hopefully Remy's accent is okay, and next up…depression galore. Woo.