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Title: The Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes
Author's Notes: This chapter is pretty half-assed and I feel bad about it, but I know that I'm never gonna get it any better. So I might as well post.
Shout Outs! (On the off chance you still remember what you said in your last review)
scarlet stripes, rubic-cube, enchantedlight xbecbebex, perturbedpercy, soulstress, MJK, Aro, Rogue14, ali-cat333 and IceAngel46, Amelia, RgGOTH, Ms.Rogue Lebeau, personwithnoname, Friend to All, jade, DeadSparrow, and Maximite you guys are awesome. As a token of my love and gratitude towards you, I'm giving you all virtual sporks in the color of your choice.
EmeraldKatsEye: I hope that I didn't make you too paranoid about me not updating again.
Star-of-Chaos: I suppose it is a little bit of fun pictures reviewers turning green ok a lot of fun. But it's still gross to write.
Sweety8587: Yeah girls are much more evil than boys when it comes to revenge. Guys just punch you or something and then get suspended; girls mess with your head. What will Belle do? Hmmm….
Les723, Totally Obsessed47, GreenFairyGirl88, ishandahalf and killing Belladonna is a very good thing:): There seems to be a common theme cropping up here, Kill Belle! Or Belle needs to die! Etc! I'm not planning on killing her off, but don't worry she'll get hers in the end.
TheDreamerLady: Good I'm glad she was completely in character this time. And Jonda rocks, I'm not sure whether or not evietro does as I've never read it ;)
BlondeSquirrel: Best no power fic? Oh wow…thanks. I had no clue people would like this fic so much. By the way, awesome name.
Dannonspring: You're close…yet so far away. Guess you'll just have to keep reading. And congratulations on being reviewer number 50! And no Rogue didn't show up to the library because she's lazy and hates Remy.
Chica De Los Ojos Café: No you used to many words to sound like a whining baby. If you'd just type WAAAAAAAAAAH, then it would be a different story.
Frozen Ice Queen: I actually kind of like Jean. But it doesn't really matter 'cause you still get to see her suffer.
Neurotic Temptress: Yeah, I'm often tempted to beat lovebirds with staplers. I'm glad they love each other, but honestly.
Rogue Lockheart: Addictions are bad. But if you must be addicted to something I'm quite glad that it's my fic.
Red-Ice Blue-Fire: I'll try to soften on the Belle/Remy. I hate writing it, but it's sort of important to the plotline.
Rouge ran down the hallway. She was about to be late to American Studies. Normally she didn't care but she was already in trouble for skipping school. She guessed that Remy had probably reported her (stupid bastard) but even if he hadn't one of her teachers would have noticed that she was absent.
"Crap, crap, crap," she muttered looking up at one of the clocks. It's giant second steadily moved towards the twelve. She hated the school clocks, they always told exactly the same time and they were all over the school. No matter where she went there was always one right in front of her saying, in a very nasty voice, 'you're gonna be late. Ha, ha, ha sucks to be you'.
Rogue hated time. She didn't like the concept of people adhering so closely to something that wasn't really real. Time was just something that people made up to make other people have to run. As far a Rogue was concerned they would all be better off showing up when they felt like it.
But unfortunately nobody seemed to care what Rogue thought and she had five seconds to get to the end of the hall. She debating sprinting, she might make it. But she decided not to. Rouge stopped and pushed a strand of white hair out of her eyes.
The bell rang. Actually it wasn't much of a ring, more a shrill angry scream. Unless Miss Munroe was feeling very nice this meant a day of detention. She already had a week's worth for skipping. She didn't really mind having detention it wasn't like she really had anything better to do after school. She would just sit in a desk at the back of the room, starring at the ceiling and daydreaming.
"Ah, Rogue. I'm so glad that you've chosen to join us."
Rogue realized that she had walked into the American Studies room without even noticing it.
"Sorry," she muttered and walked quickly back to her seat. She was mentally preparing herself for yet another period of Belle and Remy being affectionate, and another period of starring longingly at the back of Scott's head when Miss Munroe called her over to her desk.
"Rouge, I need to speak with you, please."
Rogue rolled her eyes and made her way to the front of the room, she had been hoping that Miss Munroe would overlook the tardy. Obviously she was going to have no such luck.
"Look, I'm really sorry about being late and it won't happen again," she said quickly.
"Don't worry about that Rogue, I'll let it go this one time. What I need to talk to you about is your grade," Miss Munroe said clicking on Rouge's name. A screen popped up showing a picture of an unhappy looking Rogue and a lot of zeros.
"Have you looked at your grades lately?"
"No," Rogue said. She was slightly shocked by how low her grade was. Maybe she should have done that last report.
"If you want to pass this semester, you need to get a ninety-five on this report," Miss Munroe said. To demonstrate she typed the number into the blank spot for her grade on the project. Rogue's grade jumped to a sixty percent. "I have confidence that you can do this. You're a smart girl you just need to apply yourself."
"Um…thanks," Rogue mumbled as the ninety-five was changed back to a blank. "Is that all?"
"Yes. Thank you."
If Rogue was the crying sort of person she would be tearing up right about now. It wasn't so much her grade it was that she had to work with Remy. The idea of spending that much time with him was almost painful, especially after their two run-ins the day before.
But sometimes you've got to suck it up. There was no way that Rogue was going to take this class again next year.
"Hey Remy," she said sitting down at her desk. Remy was too preoccupied to hear her.
"Remy!" she said a little louder. He still didn't hear her. After several seconds of contemplation Rogue threw her notebook at the back of his head. That seemed to work.
"What, the hell, was that for?" he asked.
"When do you want to work on our report?"
Remy starred at her slightly stunned, and unsure as to whether or not he'd heard he correctly.
"Why the sudden interest?"
"What's it to you?" Rogue didn't bother to let him answer. "Look I have detention after school until quarter to four. Any time after that is fine."
"Well then I'll see you at the library. Five o'clock just like last time."
Jean jerked around in her seat to face Belle.
"Can you come at five too, Belle? And this time will you actually stay instead of running off like you did last yesterday?"
"Sure. And I already told you I didn't mean to run off. I just, like, forgot."
"Please don't forget again."
"Ok Jean. I promise I'll come and I won't leave this time," Belle reassured her.
"That's all I ask."
By now Miss Munroe had begun lecturing about the affect of classic literature on American society. Rogue thought about paying attention but decided against it. She didn't especially care about American society.
It's not like it was really relevant to her life or anything.
X
Rules of Detention:
1. No talking
2. No eating/drinking
3. No listening to music
4. No distractions (paper airplanes, note passing etc)
5. No leaving your seat.
6. No sleeping
7. No breathing
Breaking any of these rules will result in more detention and possibly ISS OR DEATH
Bayville High detention was one of the most miserable places to be in the whole world. Someone from a third world, poor, starving, war ridden county might not think so. But the twelve students who would be spending the next hour and a half there did. One girl even looked like she was trying to fight back tears, but everyone else sat there in silence reserved to their fate.
Rouge sat in the very back of the room staring blankly at the board. Someone who obviously thought that they were very funny had made the additions to the list of rules. The writing looked like it had been on the board for quite some time. But the supervisor didn't seem to find it necessary to remove them. Rogue wondered if might have meant that there was some truth to them.
"You! Quiet!" Mr. Jones said. He slammed his hand down on the desk of a girl sitting in the front row.
"I didn't saw anything, sir," the girl said twisting her black hair around her finger. "Honest I didn't."
"Don't get smart with me young lady," the supervisor said. He looked like he was starting to get angry.
"I'm not. I'm just telling you the truth. I didn't talk." Rogue wished that she had a better seat. Everyone was leaning in to see what Mr. Jones would do. But Rogue could barely see.
"What's your name?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Jubilation Lee," the girl said. "But you're welcome to call me Jubilee."
"Well Miss Lee you have just earned yourself another day of detention."
"Why? What did I do?" Jubilee demanded. "I didn't say anything!"
"Quiet or I'll make it two days."
Jubilee opened her mouth to talk again, but the girl sitting behind her grabbed her arm. Jubilee sighed and rested her head on the desk.
"No sleeping!"
Rogue shuddered and made a mental to never get detention again.
X
"God. Can you believe him? I mean seriously, what an asshole!"
It took Rogue a minute to realize that someone was talking to her, she wasn't really used to it. She turned to see Jubilation Lee standing behind her, looking disgusted.
"Um…no," Rogue mumbled.
"Seriously, another day of detention. I just got to this school a week ago, and I've already go three detentions. Just for chewing gum in class, well two of them the other one was that bastard."
"I'm…very sorry about that," Rogue said, unsure of why this girl was talking to her.
"Oh yeah. I'm Jubes. But you already knew that. What's yours?"
"Rouge."
"Sweet! That's even weirder than mine!"
"Um…yeah. Cool." Rogue was starting to feel exceptionally awkward.
"Well. I'll see you around. Bye," Jubilee said as she ran off.
Rogue considered the conversation she'd just had and decided that it ranked up there with most surreal things that had ever happened to her.
But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
