One Wild Night
Chapter 2
Weird
They had fifteen minutes left to get to school by the time they were all piled in Scott's car. The whole way there Scott bounced back and forth between reprimanding them all for not getting up on time and asking Jean if she was okay. His words fell on deaf ears though, Kitty was nodding off in her seat, Rogue who was sat in the middle was enjoying "Fuel for Fire" by Metallica too much to listen, Kurt who was on the other side of Rogue ignored him as he was one of the people who had actually managed to get up on time and Jean was obviously trying to quell her stomach again. They were all in a right state as they clamored out of the convertible, all but one of their number anxious to get to homeroom on time. Rogue hung around walking slower and slower until they all disappeared around the corner and she was left alone. She stopped in her tracks and dug around in her bag. After a few seconds of rummaging, she found the plastic bag containing her wet sticks. It was Friday now, and she had five left, so that would probably get her by until Monday when she could get a hold of Lance. The bell for homeroom shrilly echoed around the halls and instead of heading for room 117, she instead headed to the bathroom to smoke a stick. On her way there though, a flash of neon colored paper caught her eye on one of the bulletin boards. She looked it over for a few seconds and raised an eyebrow. So, Duncan was having another party and basically he had invited the whole school.
Could be interestin'. She thought, putting her plastic baggy away. If she was going to go crash this party, then she was going to need to save her sticks for later. Pulling an about face, Rogue headed for homeroom. Once there she planted her self in her usual seat, flipping the teacher off for giving her a tardy slip by pretending to scratch her nose.
Lord, this day was just dragging on and on and on for Kitty. She was using her arms as a chin rest on her small desk while her teacher rambled on about plants and photosynthesis. This was so boring, who cared how plants used sunlight for energy? Long as they looked pretty and didn't have any bees in them, Kitty was happy. Kitty yawned and checked her watch; nearly groaning aloud at the snail's pace time seemed to be crawling at.
I swear that clock is moving backwards, it was 10:17 five minutes ago! Kitty buried her head in her arms and tried not to focus on how her pink sweater was like a pillow. Just as she was dropping off, Kitty felt something poking her in the arm. Fearing that it was Mr. Barlow prodding her, she cautiously peeked up and saw that he was still at the front of the class. The thing poked her in the arm again and she looked over at the person next to her.
"Pass it on." The guy whispered out of the corner of his mouth, holding a piece of bright orange paper. Casting a furtive glance towards the front of the room, Kitty took the paper. It was a flyer for Duncan Matthew's next party bash while his parents were out of town. It looked like he had invited the whole school, with the exception of the freshmen of course. Kitty rolled her eyes and lazily passed the piece of paper on, not caring that it fluttered to the floor. She settled down on the folds of her arms and drifted off to sleep. . .
The party was great. Kitty was boogying down with a couple of cute guys on top of Duncan's coffee table. Captain Kirk was serving drinks at the bar and Charlie from Driveshaft was the front man for one of the school's garage bands. It was a pretty cool scene and everyone there was having a good time. There was a "look out!" shouted just before Kitty was kit in the head with a beach ball.
"Sorry Katzchen!" Kurt apologized, bamfing over to retrieve the ball. It seemed perfectly normal that he was wearing and pink tutu with a tiara.
"Like, watch where you're throwing that thing!" Kitty huffed as he disappeared in a cloud of smoke to continue his game of volleyball with Toad, who was in a three hundred dollar Armani suit.
Deciding to get a drink, Kitty jumped down from the table and headed out to the pool that was filled with Koi. She grabbed a flute of Kool Aid as a Chippendale waiter walked by and joined Rogue at the deep end of the pool.
"Cool fish, huh." Rogue said and threw some bread at them.
"Yeah, there sure are a lot of them in there." Kitty answered. "You think Duncan got them at Big Lots?"
"Nah," Rogue said shaking her head. "Ah think he said somethin' about getting them at Super Fresh."
"Oh, that's cool. They have good fish there." Kitty finished off her drink and threw it to the Koi, who ate the glass. "I'm gonna go back inside, you should come its fun in there."
"Nah, Ah'm gonna stay out here an' feed the fish."
"Suit yourself." Kitty went back inside and noticed that it had been changed to a moon bounce. There was also a bunch of those little playpen plastic balls all over the place and she had to be careful not to land on one of them. Through the glittering light of the disco ball, Kitty could see Storm and the Professor waltzing through the ball pit and waved at them as she bounced around.
Kitty went around the gigantic moon bounce socializing with everyone she knew and dancing with a few people and played laser tag with Kurt for a while. Rogue joined them later on and Lance showed up too and started playing with them.
"This is all yoah fault." Rogue said, after getting shot in the head by Lance. Kitty watched Rogue fall down and upon looking down saw that the moon bounce had turned into a bottomless black abyss.
Kitty woke up with a start, alone in her classroom. What a weird dream. She gathered her books together with a yawn and headed out of the class room. It was a good thing that she had lunch now or else she would be super late for class. She saw Rogue ahead of her in the hallway and ran to catch up with her.
"Hey Rogue, like wait up!" Kitty called after the Goth.
Rogue stopped and waited for her, a slightly irritated look on her face. "How come you're so late for lunch?"
"Fell asleep in class." Kitty answered.
"Ya did not." Rogue said unbelievingly.
"Look, I like have the sweater marks on my face to prove it." She defended herself, pointing to the patterned lines on her cheek.
"How 'bout that, Kitty Pryde falls asleep in class." Rogue said as they stopped at Kitty's locker.
"Yep. I'm, like, a normal teenager after all." Kitty shoved some books in her locker and grabbed her lunch. "Are you gonna eat lunch with us outside today or no?"
"Nah, Ah've got . . . somethin' ta do."
"Like what?"
"None of your business!" Rogue snapped and stormed off.
"Just like, bite my head off why don't ya?" Kitty called after her.
Rogue waved her off and continued on down the hall. She knew Kitty was just looking out for her, but the girl just didn't understand what it was like. She didn't know what it was like to have an almost constant headache, to constantly hear whispers of voices in the background. Getting high allowed her to have her own mind back so she could think what she wanted and felt what she wanted. But that wasn't what she was going to go do right now. It had become some what of a ritual of hers to go outside and sit under a tree by herself and eat lunch in the hopes that Remy would show up and hang out for a while. As she stepped outside into the bright sunlight, Rogue put on her headphones and started listening to "C'mon C'mon" by the Von Bondies. Bobbing her head to the beat, she threw herself down under a tree and took out her lunch and sketchbook and waited.
Remy LeBeau was nineteen years old and loving life. These idiots wouldn't know what had happened until he was miles away and by that time it would be too late to catch him. He stuck his tongue out in concentration as he picked at the electronic lock that kept him in his cell. It wouldn't be keeping him in here too much longer though, he almost had it picked. But he did have to admit that this place was a little bit harder to break out of than the ridiculous Juvenile Hall. He practically ran that place by the time he turned eighteen, knowing every little way out and back in just so he could mess with the cops' heads. One time he had freaked the night guard out by sneaking in and sleeping over. Dieu the police in this town was a joke. He'd had harder times getting away from security guards in New Orleans than these fools.
The lock pick slipped in his fingers and jammed into an electric circuit, sending a sharp shock through him. Muttering curses under his breath, Remy tucked the picks away and stood, placing a hand on the side of the electronic key pad just outside his cell. In seconds it began to grow hot and whine with the buzz of over-excited particles. He let go and turned his back on the blast that left a sizeable crater in the wall. The cell block filled with smoke, providing the perfect cover for him to slip out of this place.
Remy grabbed the bars of his cell and gave them a good shake, finding that the blast had loosened them a great deal. He backed up and ran at them, placing a strong flying kick on them and they groaned before slowly falling forward on the ground. A wild smirk planted on his face, Remy ran down the smoke filled hall. Towards the end he went by a group of guards like his was invisible and just couldn't let the opportunity pas him by. Silently walking behind one of them, he took the wad of gum out of his mouth and placed it on the back of the man's jacket collar. He gave it a slight charge and let go, retreating a few steps. The gum popped loudly, scaring the guard so bad that his fired his gun three times at nothing. Remy laughed loudly, drawing the attention of his captors.
"There he is, get him!" one of them shouted.
Remy stopped laughing long enough to wave good bye before taking off down the hazy hallway, ducking once in a while as a gunshot got a little too close. Up ahead the gate to the cell block was closing, cutting off anyone stuck inside from the processing building and the outside world. He slipped through just in the nick of time, the gate closing just after he yanked his arm out of its path. He looked around and saw that this part of the building was empty and he relaxed somewhat. Brushing himself off, he casually started off down the empty hallway and left the building.
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After waking around aimlessly for a while, Remy found himself near the grounds of Bayville High School. He needed a place to lay low for a while and the cops would never think to look for him anywhere even remotely near a school. School kids make good targets too, he thought, pocketing the wallet of an unsuspecting and oblivious kid. His fortune got even better as he caught sight of that Goth chick that hung around with all those Institute kids. Now there was a woman worth his time. Rogue--even her name seemed to fit right in with his life. She was angry, dark, independent, a free thinker and had a lack of respect for authority that could rival his.
Remy snuck up behind her, leaned down and pulled one earphone away from her ears. "Surely you ain't cuttin' class mon chere." He purred into her ear.
"For tha thousandth tahme, Swamp Rat, Ah ain't yoah chere." Rogue growled up at him, setting down her pencil and sketch pad.
She didn't take his shit either, that was another thing he liked about her. "Fine, River Rat."
Rogue rolled her heavily made-up eyes. "Ya finally annoy the prison guards so much that they let ya out early?"
Remy picked a leaf from the tree, seeming to contemplate it. "Let me out, I escaped, same t'ing really." He shrugged and dropped the leaf in Rogue's hair.
Rogue laughed. "You are such a goddamned liar."
"You don't believe me?" Remy asked, sinking down to sit next to Rogue.
She shook her head. "Mah momma taught me not ta believe the words of a thief."
"Yo' mere also taught you how t' be a terrorist, Remy don't see you followin' dat advice." He mumbled. "Ow! What was dat fo'?"
Rogue just glared at him as he rubbed the now-sore spot on his arm. "She ain't mah momma."
"Alright, Remy sorry." He said and then smirked. "But you really don't look dat intimidatin' with a leaf stickin' out of yo' hair like dat."
Rogue snarled in a way that would have made Logan proud while her hands flew to her head. She picked the leaf out of her hair and threw it at him before shoving him so hard he fell over onto his side. "Ah swear ta God Ah hate ya." She said with a smile on her face.
"Remy swear t' God ya should go out fo' de wrestlin' team." He sat up and brushed the dirt off of his shirt.
"Ya'd like that, wouldn't ya?"
"Actually, now dat I t'ink about it, oui, I would." Remy said, smirking that incorrigible half-smile of his. "Of course, I'd prefer it if it was me you were wrestlin', but I don't t'ink I'd mind watchin'."
"Ya are so disgustin'!" Rogue shouted at him, wading up a piece of scrap paper and throwing it at him. "Pig."
"Now Remy can't be as bad as half de losers who waste their time here."
Rogue shrugged. "Ah guess not." She said, enthralled in picking at a spot of her boots. After a few seconds of doing this she looked back up at him, a bright almost hopeful looked on her face. "Hey, speakin' of losers, the head loser is throwin' a party tonight and Ah'm gonna go crash it. Wanna come?"
"Dere gonna be beer?"
Rogue nodded. "Ah'm pretty sure someone will steal a keg."
Remy made a face. "Kegs are so high school."
"His parents have got a loaded liquor cabinet."
"Alright, count me in."
"Ah'll meet ya outside of that Seven-eleven ya always steal smokes from."
"How come I can't be de charmin' gentleman dat I am and pick you up?" Remy asked, lighting up a cigarette.
"Because yoah not a gentleman and Ah'm on probation again." Rogue said and took his cigarette right from his mouth.
"Again?" he said, watching Rogue smoke his cigarette.
Rogue nodded and handed his smoke back to him. "Ah got busted last week for smokin' in the bathroom. Again."
Remy laughed. "You really don't fit in at dat place, you know dat?"
"Yeah Ah know." Rogue sighed. "But the digs are better than the Brotherhood's and they haven't thrown meh out yet. . ."
"Ya could always crash at my place." Remy offered.
"Thanks, but Ah wouldn't want anyone thinkin' that Ah actually like ya or somethin' crazy like that."
"You know ya want ta."
"Ya know Ah can't." Rogue fired back, the defensive front about her powers slipping into place.
"Ya can," Remy said, stretching out so that he lay on the ground, propping himself up with one arm. "But yo' too afraid to."
"Ah am not afraid." Rogue said, standing up.
"Well, if you ain't afraid, den what's stopping ya?" Remy challenged, standing as well. "Ya don't fit in at dat Institute, ya don't fit in here, ya got a rap sheet dat's just as long as mine. . .what's stoppin' ya from throwin' away all de t'ings dat keep ya from livin' yo' life de way ya want to?"
Rogue gazed up at him steadily, not backing down from the fire in his eyes. "Because Ah don't wanna be like you."
Remy stepped back and blinked as if he had been struck.
"And if Ah was so afraid," Rogue continued. "Would Ah do this?" She pulled a piece of cloth out of her pocket and placed it over his lips before standing on her tiptoes and pressing her lips against his for a long, hard moment. She broke the kiss just as quickly as she had started it, picked up her bag and headed into the school building.
Remy was left to stand there, stunned at what had just happened. Did she just insult him and then kiss him? She did. Remy couldn't believe it. She insulted him, said she was better than him essentially and then she kissed him. It confounded him. He returned to his senses and saw the piece of cloth that had floated to the ground and picked it up. He turned it over in his hands, oddly intrigued by the lipstick on just one side. That was all that had separated him from her powers, just a thin piece of material. He tucked it in his pocket and walked off, not really sure where he was headed.
Rogue watched Remy pick up the square of cloth and walk off. She didn't mean to hurt him, but it was the truth. Rogue didn't want to be like him, not caring whether or not she lived from one day to the next. Remy did what he wanted for the pure thrill of tempting fate to take his miserable life from him. If he died in a drag race tomorrow, it would be the way he would want to go. The ultimate 'fuck you' to the circumstances that had lead him to where he was today. Rogue on the other hand stubbornly vowed to keep her life and fight for it. She had to fight for her existence, for her body and for her mind and to just give all of that up wasn't in her. To waste all the energy she put in keeping the psyches at bay for a cheap but deadly thrill would be a waste in her eyes. Sure death was the ultimate way to get rid of the psyches, but then Rogue wouldn't have life and to her that was unacceptable.
"Miss Darkholme, what are you doing in the halls at this hour?" Great, Kelley, just what she needed. She had been so caught up in her daydreams that she hadn't even heard him coming.
"Nothin'." she replied, shrugging her shouders
"Shouldn't you be in class?"
Rogue just shrugged at him and said nothing, not wanting to waste any more words on him.
"Get to where you're supposed to be or it'll be detention for you and the rest of those Institute disgraces."
"Isn't that a little illegal?" Rogue said. "Ah would hate ta have'ta go home and tell Charles Xavier that me and, by extension, all of the rest of the Institute kids were unfairly threatened with detention."
Principal Kelley looked as if he would like nothing better than for Rogue to burst into flame and burn to death on the spot. "Get to class. Now." He growled.
Rogue shrugged and walked off, feeling satisfied with herself. Maybe she fit in more at the Institute than she thought.
A/N: Wow, this chapter got really long. I was so planning to have everyone else's lunch in there and maybe a little more of Jean and maybe Logan's story but the Romyness just took it all up. Guess I'll save it for next chapter!
I am seriously loving this story right now, especially all the reviews I've been getting for it. I might just put everything else on hold until I can get this entire thing out. Maybe, we'll see.
Reviewers:
IvyZoe: 'EW' is right. Anyway, when I said that Remy was 'too intense' for Rogue, I meant that he's a bit too wild for her. Rogue thinks that even though she does drugs and stuff, she's in control of it and that she's not going to get hurt. Remy on the other hand, does stuff (drag racing, robbery, etc) that could get him hurt. In fact, the higher possibility of him getting hurt, the better. Rogue's a little leery of that but, as we saw, she's starting to get over that. Whether or not that's a good thing remains to be seen.
Ishy: Look, I actually got a chapter out fast! How about that? Btw, is there anything you don't read on 14: Ta-da!
Toxic-touch-727: I'm glad you like it so much. Snorting is indeed the right term for when you take cocaine by sniffing it up your nose. Who said fanfics weren't educational?
Thegambit23: Yes, you did read the sings that Jean might be pregnant right, you are not dense. :) But as to whether or not she really pregnant . . . you'll have to keep reading.
Before i forget, Charlie and the band Driveshaft are from 'Lost', which was created by J.J. Abrams, so i guess he owns them. I wishI owned Charlie.
Feed the Authoress please, she's hungry.
Shockgoddess.