Rock Me
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men: Evolution at all in any way, shape, or form.
Summery: Mystique never convinced Rogue to join the Brotherhood and the Professor didn't detect her. She ends up in Bayville with no place to stay, no friends, no answers, and doesn't know who to trust. She finds herself outside of a house hungry, tired, and scared. She knocks on the door and finds three guys that'll rock her world...
AN: This is my first Rogue fic so constructive criticism is allowed, but no people being plain rude.
Vote for Rogue's BF(boyfriend): Remy is once again in the lead, but will Blake or Adam take over?
Scott: 1 Remy: 30 Pietro: 14 David: 5 Blake: 21 Adam: 22
Evan: 0 Lance: 0 Bobby: 0Todd: 0Dejuan: 0 Brian: 0
Robby: 0John: 3
Chapter 10
"Right, you are," said the guy Rogue assumed was Remy. He was wearing an outfit so weird that Rogue couldn't even try to describe under a long brown trench coat. He had messy brown hair, and black and dark purple eyes (anyone know the real color?).
'Great,' Rogue thought. 'A swamp rat.' She continued to look at the four guys angrily remembering the last time they'd met. Remy caught her staring and winked at her. Rogue put on her most disgusted face and turned to Adam.
"We have class with tha bad ones?" she asked. She noticed his calm face and immediately wanted to smack the back of his head. The guy didn't even seemed fazed.
"Yeah," he said smiling sheepishly. "I forgot to tell you. We all go to school together, but we don't let our beef spill out too far. No powers in public if you can help it. You can still be mad at 'em or whatever, but just keep it on the DL."
Rogue watched, extremely pissed, as the four boys took their seats. She went through the rest of the class glancing over at them every once and a while to find them staring at her. She would give a cold stare and they would give a knowing smirk.
By the end of class Rogue was ready for the end of school. This was too weird. How do you go to school with your enemy and pretend like they didn't just try to kill you?
By the time Adam showed Rogue to the science classroom after lunch she had it down. All she had to do is drop the bad ones. She could pretend she didn't know them. She and Adam sat in the back near the windows.
"Adam?" she said after sitting down. "What's with ya an' windahs?"
Adam grinned. "Gym class for the girls. Every class we have stares down into the gym courtyard where the girls run, jump, play, frolic, and all the other stuff that make guys drool wearing clothes...that make guys drool."
Rogue snorted. "You're a pig."
"But you love me anyway," he teased.
"Just barely." Rogue looked around the classroom and watched as a girl with short black hair, a violet bodysuit ripped artfully in many places, she had a black (it was black right) long jacket, cross earrings, and black boots.
She sat next to Rogue. Noticing the girl next to her she smiled.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Wanda. I'm new here."
"Hey. I'm Rogue. I'm new too. This is my friend Adam," Rogue leaned back and allowed Wanda to glance at Adam. She seemed impressed. The bell rang and the three turned towards the front of the class.
Rogue walked towards the exit of the school intent on meeting the guys at the car. She had convinced Adam to allow her to go to her locker alone. She made her way through the crowd.
'It's amazin',' she thought shaking her head. 'How many kids can't wait till school is ovah, but as soon as it is they don't wanna go.' She stopped suddenly when she was pulled back into a pair of arms not belonging to anyone she knew. Looking up she recognized the owner of the arms. 'Ugh. Swamp rat.'
"What do ya want?" she asked pushing her way off of him. She glared up from him.
"Oh, chere," said the Cajun grinning roguishly at her. He put his hands over his heart or, in Rogue's opinion, where his heart was supposed to be. "You wound me. Ah only wanted tuh make sure that yesterday's lil' encountah won't have an effect on our personal relationship."
Rogue raised an eyebrow. "What personal relationship?"
"Da one we most likely to have, chere."
"First of all, mah name ain't chere; it's Rogue. Learn it. Secondly, we ain't got a relationship. It's just not possible."
"Chere, if ya mean yur touchin' thing Ah can handle it. It shouldn't ruin yur fun."
Rogue smiled blandly. "Ah'm afraid you misunderstood. Ah'm allergic tuh swamp rats. See yah."
