Okay, I'm writing this late night, so, if some of it don't make sense, feel free to slap me... o.O;
Okay, maybe not...

Anyways, here's chapter 2.

Enjoy...
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Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.

If only it knew how annoying it truly was...

Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.

Finally, with a sigh of increased irritation, Remy lifted his hand from beneath his pillow, to the alarm clock on his nightstand, his hand sparking with a hot pink spark as he brought his fist down onto the clock, small peices falling into random places.
He turned to his other side, covering his head with his pillow, sighing contentedly.

"Shh... Shuttup. Ah'm goin' in," John's voice whispered through the air to Piotr, unbeknownst to Remy.
John opened the Cajun's door slowly, a bucket of ice water in his hands, and an evil grin on his face.
He stepped carefully into the room, minding the squeak in the right floorboard as he did so, until...

"PUTAIN DE MERDE!" Remy shouted out, French curse heard throughout the entire house. Piotr winced, staring up as he ran down the stairs, now slightly afraid to face the wrath of the Cajun.
"Oh, you've officially outdone y'self dis time, Fire Fly," came Remy's thick accented voice. "Wait 'til I get my hands on a crowbar..."
John laughed, then gulped, running quickly down the stairs to Colossus.

".. He's homicidal, run fo' ya bloody life," he said, hiding behind him.
Piotr looked over his shoulder at the shaking Aussie, quirking a brow as he slowly turned to see Remy walking down the stairs, a smile tugging at his lips...

Gambit was soaked from head to toe, water dripping from his hair slowly. His eyes were narrowed dangerously, glowing.
"Where is de pat'etic little weasel?" Piotr jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
"Traitor!" John yelped, running for the next room.
Remy simply stood on the stairs, groaning and waving John away... He was the least of his problems, now that he realized what today was.

".. I'm gonna go g'ready... Looks like I already got m'shower..." He heard John snicker at this.
Shaking his head, and planning his revenge, Remy walked back up the stairs, mumbling a steady string of curses all the while. Piotr watched with a rather ammused expression, shaking his head, then turned to start setting bowls and spoons out for them to eat something before they left.

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"This bites!" Iceman whined, crossing his arms over his chest. "Who's idea was it to put the Acolytes in the same school as us?!"
"Magneto's... Besides, even if they are the villans, they have very right to attend the school, just like us," Scott replied, furrowing his brows behind his ruby quartz shades. "And that's why I want none of you picking a fight with them... We don't need that type of publicity now..."

Bobby and a few select others groaned, feeling the need to beat their heads against something...

All but Rogue.
She didn't even really seem to be paying attention right now. Her head rested in the palm of her hand, elbow resting on the windowsill as she stared outside, closing her eyes, and drifting off...

"Rogue! Did you hear me?" Her head shot up.
"Oh... Right. Yeah, Ah heardya," he mumbled, turning to look out the window once more.
Scott muttered somwthing about her 'lack of attention', before standing up straight.
"Whoever needs a ride, I'm leaving now... Rest of you can walk..."

Now that's what she liked to hear. Walk. She'd prefer that, over listening to the older ones lecture them about what to do and what not to do around the Acolytes.
Besides, she could take care of herself.
"Ah'm walkin'," she said, getting to her feet. Scott shrugged, and walked to the garage, followed by Jean, Kurt, Bobby, and Kitty.

Rogue got to her feet, slipping a backpack over her shoulders carefully, then walking outside.
She lifted her face to the sky as she stepped out, a faint smile visible on her lips. It felt good, getting away from the others for once... She needed time alone.
Besides... She had things to think about. Such as... The Cajun, she'd met just a few months ago in that old rundown yard.

He'd given her a card... The King of Hearts.
And almost blew her hand off. She scowled at this, shaking her head at the thought... Why did she always fall for the bad guys? Was it just her not-so-common sense?

Well, if she fell for the bad ones... This one must be really evil.

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"Can'tcha take a joke, Rem?"
"Non..."
"Is 'no' all you can say?"
".. Yes."
"ARGH!"

Remy grinned widely as Pyro attempted to apologize to him as they walked, giving him the hardest apology of his life.
"Won'tcha just accept my apology?"
".. Non."
Piotr chuckled deeply, patting John on the head.
"It is alvright, John. He vill forgive you..."
"You sure?"
"Sure... In about two years."

John groaned, rubbing his head frantically. Damn this whole escapade. Damn Magneto! This was all his fault anyways!
"Lookout guys... Dog on ze vay," Colossus warned, smirking slightly as Remy moved to the other side of John, letting him walk in the way of the dog... A rather large, German Shepard, to be exact.

"Aw, scared of a little dog, Rem?"
"Case ya didn' notice, John... Dat's not a very p'tite dog, if y'catch m'drift..." John snickered. "You are!"
Remy shrugged.
"I'm not d'moron who's 'bout t'get his head bit off..."
As they came closer, John began to speak to the dog, who had been sleeping peacefully.
"Yo' not a scary dog, are ya? Good pooch, yup, be a good..." The dog got to its feet, and let out a growl, and loud bark, snapping at Pyro.

With a yelp, John jumped, and landed in Remy's arms, eyes widening with a small grin.
"Ehm... Hi?" Remy glared, and immediatly dropped him, stepping over him. "Aw, c'mon!"
"I told you, but y'never listen to me... What do I kn..."

He stopped, staring ahead of him.

There was the Rogue one. He stopped in mid-step, simply staring. Piotr looked behind him at his friend, lifting his hand in front of his eyes.
".. Gambit?" Remy jumped, looking up at Piotr with a slightly sheepish smile.
".. Sorry, got kinda..." He stared at her. ".. Side-tracked..."

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A few yards away from Bayville High, Remy pulled a pair of shades from the pocket of his shirt, carefully setting them on the bridge of his nose. The dark, royal blue lenses hid his eyes perfectly.
All three Acolytes sighed in unison, as they approached the giant building, and stepped inside. Immediatly, everyone stopped to stare at the tall guy, the red headed guy, and the guy wearing the shades.

John thought about saying, 'Boo,' but pushed that thought away and scowled at them, walking inside and pushing a few people out of the way.
".. We gotta work on his people skills," Remy muttered up to Piotr, shaking his head slightly. The Russian smirked, taking a step inside, Remy at his side, and they walked to the main office, ready to take the assigned schedule that would haunt them for the rest of the year.

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Author's Note:
Yes, I suppose I'm teasing you now... Giving you small chapters to read through, then wait for the next... It is all part of my evil plan! o.O;
Ooookie... Yes, let me know what you think. ;